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Hey, Jackie … May 12, 2019

Filed under: Confessional,poetry,Ramblings,Really Bad Navel-Gazing Poetry,RIP,tribute — jerzygirl45 @ 4:11 pm

I usually don’t cry on Mother’s Day …

It’s been … like, 40 years.

But I saw your picture. I mean,

really …

saw it

looked at …

examined …

searched for …

traces of me

who I could be

if you were still here.

 

Blue Light Special April 4, 2019

Filed under: poetry,Really Bad Navel-Gazing Poetry — jerzygirl45 @ 12:38 am
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12:30 am:

 

Sleep – wherefore art thou?

Away from the keyboard

and

far from the screen.

To the bedchamber I must trudge

to

hopefully

release today’s sorrows

and sink into Morpheus’ careless

embrace.

 

Teatime October 27, 2013

Filed under: Found Objects,Really Bad Navel-Gazing Poetry — jerzygirl45 @ 1:28 am
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flavor rises in the vapor,

 

    scenting the air with

 

        honey vanilla chamomile goodness

 

    steaming liquid balm for the soul

 

enabling comfort

 

        and

 

        reflection

 


 

 

Respite June 15, 2013

   

ALT POEM COMBO - SML

   

 

Excitement on a Bayonne street May 20, 2013

 

Sounds:

    car horn, then thud (bump, crack, crash)

ignore it? or be nosey?

    Opt for nosey

Camera (kinda rude)? No camera?

    Opt for camera

 


 

Hmm, everybody out of the car, nobody seems hurt, just ticked. No sign of fisticuffs, phones out, presumably dialing police.

    [Alright, everything’s cool. Nothing to see here folks, go back to your     business.]

 

Sounds:

    sirens. and more sirens. and again with the sirens (stopping right nearby)

    multiple doors slam

 

Look out the window

 


 

time for nosey again, definitely with camera. (this time with shoes and a proper bra)

 

responders outside, getting the story, milling around. still no one seems hurt and

no tempers flaring

 

 

 


 

sensible heads prevail

 

 


 

 

Everything cool. break it up, break it up now

 


 

Sounds:

    doors slam, and slam, and slam

    red trucks driving away

 

life goes back to normal, eyes back on the screen,

nothing to see here, folks

 


 

nothing at all to see


 

 

“Hollow” August 28, 2010

Filed under: Ramblings,Really Bad Navel-Gazing Poetry — jerzygirl45 @ 5:22 pm
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Enthralled June 30, 2010

Filed under: Confessional,Really Bad Navel-Gazing Poetry — jerzygirl45 @ 10:03 pm
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Untitled

Filed under: Really Bad Navel-Gazing Poetry — jerzygirl45 @ 12:37 am
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May 21, 2010

Filed under: Really Bad Navel-Gazing Poetry — jerzygirl45 @ 2:12 am
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Listening to “Save Me” and “Wise Up” by Aimee Mann, feeling  really stupid  and blue.  Not a good combo.  I’ll get over it.

Bravery freed my tongue, confessing my heart 

Unsure but bold. In the hours of silence icy fingers of regret creep thru my mind.  Brick by brick the wall returns

 

 
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