"jilly" poems - Hello Poetry

I feel mean and nasty. I cuss out everyone I talk to behind their backs, saying 'That asshole!' Or, 'What a pussy!' For no reason but that the caffeine wears me thin. My only child-friend is Bubba the dog, who gives me those eyes, 'I've never tried watermelon before, please Jilly can I try it!?' And, of course I say yes. Dogs love you even when their food comes late. He's a pit bull. I feel someone of importance when I walk down the street with him, you know, 'Move it, coming through with my friend the tan pitbull with the sad eyes! We don't have all day! We have to eat watermelon!' He lays in the sun and I think of things. 'Why is he afraid of water? Why does he step so daintily over obstructions in his path? What does he really think of those cats he chases...does he want them to sit down and eat watermelon with us?' I want someone to eat watermelon with us. Danny is at work, and the sun is high in the powder blue backdrop it calls home. We want a watermelon friend.

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC

jillian-jesser

watermelon friends

I feel mean and nasty. I cuss out everyone I talk to behind their backs, saying 'That asshole!' Or, 'What a pussy!' For no reason but that the caffeine wears me thin. My only child-friend is Bubba the dog, who gives me those eyes, 'I've never tried watermelon before, please Jilly can I try it!?' And, of course I say yes. Dogs love you even when their food comes late. He's a pit bull. I feel someone of importance when I walk down the street with him, you know, 'Move it, coming through with my friend the tan pitbull with the sad eyes! We don't have all day! We have to eat watermelon!' He lays in the sun and I think of things. 'Why is he afraid of water? Why does he step so daintily over obstructions in his path? What does he really think of those cats he chases...does he want them to sit down and eat watermelon with us?' I want someone to eat watermelon with us. Danny is at work, and the sun is high in the powder blue backdrop it calls home. We want a watermelon friend.

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1 Grey sky greyer sea a litter of rocks balance coat bright hat blue mittens striped as on these November steps you collect the gifts of the ebb tide 2 Glint green this living tapestry echoes Jilly’s field with tractor not Devon but salt-flats rocky revetments moorland rising a map crossed by a chiromatic line our destiny marked out on this concrete wall? 3 Beached clinkered double-ender a bay-courser sjekte strand-crunched fit once for Viking raiders two abreast now daubed with tin ends of patriotic paint a sea-steed hobbled hard on the shore 4 Bow faced a sea helmet thrice rope strapped slow moulded over the boat builder’s ribbanded jig a spanglehelm of wood curved sheer straked plank bilged a tuck stern raising its proud head seaward 5 Viewed from the air a map rolls out north to the tilted curve of the horizon’s rim cloud scattered mountained red betwixt seas sun chalked wine-stained a volcanic isthmus provokes desert the western waste land of a brooding city 6 Oh face of ropes knot eyed! you blue cheeked wide smiler wild wild your head of hair beachcombed and splayed wrapped on the sternest post 7 She sewed sugar kelp on the sea shore a sporophyte with sheltered frond strap-like stem stiff and smooth of the species saccharina a spring-tide stalk set among substrates shells and stones 8 I the camera turned and caressed by her slight fingers (the pinky raised) my viewfinder close to her blue grey eye / I focus on this kelp-needled novelty feel her breath wait for the thumb press the electronic click 9 Here is the beach walked in darkness the fishermen shadows against the moonstruck ebb fingers laced the sea’s breath in our ears wave upon wave un-folding on the sand and later we unfold then draw back in love’s relentlessness

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Sep 15, 2012

Sep 15, 2012 at 4:09 AM UTC

nigel-morgan

Gifts from the ebb tide

1 Grey sky greyer sea a litter of rocks balance coat bright hat blue mittens striped as on these November steps you collect the gifts of the ebb tide 2 Glint green this living tapestry echoes Jilly’s field with tractor not Devon but salt-flats rocky revetments moorland rising a map crossed by a chiromatic line our destiny marked out on this concrete wall? 3 Beached clinkered double-ender a bay-courser sjekte strand-crunched fit once for Viking raiders two abreast now daubed with tin ends of patriotic paint a sea-steed hobbled hard on the shore 4 Bow faced a sea helmet thrice rope strapped slow moulded over the boat builder’s ribbanded jig a spanglehelm of wood curved sheer straked plank bilged a tuck stern raising its proud head seaward 5 Viewed from the air a map rolls out north to the tilted curve of the horizon’s rim cloud scattered mountained red betwixt seas sun chalked wine-stained a volcanic isthmus provokes desert the western waste land of a brooding city 6 Oh face of ropes knot eyed! you blue cheeked wide smiler wild wild your head of hair beachcombed and splayed wrapped on the sternest post 7 She sewed sugar kelp on the sea shore a sporophyte with sheltered frond strap-like stem stiff and smooth of the species saccharina a spring-tide stalk set among substrates shells and stones 8 I the camera turned and caressed by her slight fingers (the pinky raised) my viewfinder close to her blue grey eye / I focus on this kelp-needled novelty feel her breath wait for the thumb press the electronic click 9 Here is the beach walked in darkness the fishermen shadows against the moonstruck ebb fingers laced the sea’s breath in our ears wave upon wave un-folding on the sand and later we unfold then draw back in love’s relentlessness

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May 3, 2013

May 3, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC

Atul

Comas Took Loved Jilly Bean

Ihis As P Tilly Soem, What Till Yake Lou Maugh, Anly Ofter Dou Yecipher Phis Toem! Wou Sill Yay: Ihis Ns Tonsense! Ind A Lill Waugh! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

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The time has come To cut and run There's no more fun This party is done They're no longer the one There is good news No one can loose Stop singin the blues There are lots of twos Who will you choose Get out there and go Enjoy the show Forget the pain you know Let the magic flow Learn not to say no Please stop writing sadly I will read glady Even poems written badly If its not unrequited madly Someone else will love you wholly

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Jun 28, 2013

Jun 28, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC

chuck-1

Don't Be Silly, Find Another Billy or Jilly

The time has come To cut and run There's no more fun This party is done They're no longer the one There is good news No one can loose Stop singin the blues There are lots of twos Who will you choose Get out there and go Enjoy the show Forget the pain you know Let the magic flow Learn not to say no Please stop writing sadly I will read glady Even poems written badly If its not unrequited madly Someone else will love you wholly

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She thinks it's smart She laughs out loud Oh do take notice I'm here you know Here for what? To simply be seen Princess of nothing Queen of despair You're plastic and false Alone in your world You have to laugh loudly Just to be heard No cameras no flashes The blonde hides the grey Dont teach these young girls To follow your way Oh fashion has formed you Fashioned as what? A cold lost pretender Of an age now gone

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC

MichealWolf

I met a model called Jilly

She thinks it's smart She laughs out loud Oh do take notice I'm here you know Here for what? To simply be seen Princess of nothing Queen of despair You're plastic and false Alone in your world You have to laugh loudly Just to be heard No cameras no flashes The blonde hides the grey Dont teach these young girls To follow your way Oh fashion has formed you Fashioned as what? A cold lost pretender Of an age now gone

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