Submissions by jenniferjoy (ross l)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi, it's only recently that I have decided that it's ok to be called a poet
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2009 6:50am
30th Nov 2009 6:50am
Eyes Nailed Shut
Tattered and torn, a crown of bloody thorns, who these days would get nailed for our sins?.
Terrioism, Feminism, Catholicism,all sound different ,but are they the same within.
Do you count your carbon credits the same as you count your blessings?,
and is the Bible just another best seller and we just say, yea read it.
So the congregation sings God is Great, God is Good, The Minister says now my people , bow your heads in respect, prey hard my pretties, the church needs a new lear jet.
Terrioism, Feminism, Catholicism,all sound different ,but are they the same within.
Do you count your carbon credits the same as you count your blessings?,
and is the Bible just another best seller and we just say, yea read it.
So the congregation sings God is Great, God is Good, The Minister says now my people , bow your heads in respect, prey hard my pretties, the church needs a new lear jet.
960 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2009 6:10am
29th Nov 2009 6:10am
beach
Sitting on the beach, alone in the setting sun, is a lovely time to think of loved ones.
The earth is so quiet, tranquil and free, except for the gental waving of the hands of the sea, and the gental cries of the gulls that fly by, so graceful, peaceful and soaringly high.
Yes its a lovely time to be by yourself and think of your love , life and self.
The earth is so quiet, tranquil and free, except for the gental waving of the hands of the sea, and the gental cries of the gulls that fly by, so graceful, peaceful and soaringly high.
Yes its a lovely time to be by yourself and think of your love , life and self.
828 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2009 6:02am
29th Nov 2009 6:02am
fridge 4 a heart
Angel of sorrow, i lay at your feet, forlorn,cast adrift, in silence i weep.
My soul is an icebox with no defrost cycle in sight, why does God not reach down and turn on the fridge light?.
Frozen chicken, icey heart, slowly thawing trust, fresh outlook, fresh start.
I look in my fridge , then look in my heart, thankgod its not as empty as that white square box, in the corner, falling apart.
My soul is an icebox with no defrost cycle in sight, why does God not reach down and turn on the fridge light?.
Frozen chicken, icey heart, slowly thawing trust, fresh outlook, fresh start.
I look in my fridge , then look in my heart, thankgod its not as empty as that white square box, in the corner, falling apart.
710 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2009 12:35pm
28th Nov 2009 12:35pm
quicky
In pieces i fall,
exposed at your feet,
In pieces maybe,
but not in defeat.
exposed at your feet,
In pieces maybe,
but not in defeat.
708 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2009 12:30pm
28th Nov 2009 12:30pm
infinate saddness
If saddness was a state of mind, there would be a pill of somekind,
that took all of our loss and grief, and turned it into lite relief.
But its not, in fact its universal, in an unending chain of dress rehersals.
the tears we cry are like a kalidescope, that colours our view so that we may cope.
that took all of our loss and grief, and turned it into lite relief.
But its not, in fact its universal, in an unending chain of dress rehersals.
the tears we cry are like a kalidescope, that colours our view so that we may cope.
891 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2009 12:03pm
27th Nov 2009 12:03pm
embalming myself
smooth cold awaiting stainless steel, warm quietly clotting blood,
the recently departed, unbreathing, undone.
supine in position, awaiting deaths physician, looking heavenward with wide eyes taking in or playing back, -life ,what must it be like as death becomes us all, hmm i wonder as i make my incision at the point of the sternoclavicular articulation, and prey for my salvation.
the recently departed, unbreathing, undone.
supine in position, awaiting deaths physician, looking heavenward with wide eyes taking in or playing back, -life ,what must it be like as death becomes us all, hmm i wonder as i make my incision at the point of the sternoclavicular articulation, and prey for my salvation.
737 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2009 11:53am
27th Nov 2009 11:53am
lover ova trust
heaven is calling, angels are falling, loves lies bleeding at hells bloody door.
dreams are scattered, trust is shattered, like shards of glass on a stormy sea shore.
head in hands digging through sands, piece by piece my trust ever more, is it a notion the incoming ocean will wash my heart clean from hells bloody door.
can a heart be awoken after being so broken, can a trust be repaired after being so smeared with the blood of lost love and dreams still raw.
dreams are scattered, trust is shattered, like shards of glass on a stormy sea shore.
head in hands digging through sands, piece by piece my trust ever more, is it a notion the incoming ocean will wash my heart clean from hells bloody door.
can a heart be awoken after being so broken, can a trust be repaired after being so smeared with the blood of lost love and dreams still raw.
905 reads
3 Comments
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