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Slopjar
by Ingrid Jennings

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Perfect Man

 

A man of honor,

a man of might,

a man willing to fight

for family and friends.

A man worth love,

glory and praise.

A man hard to find

in the streets or at the bar.

This the type of man,

i’m waiting to call my own,

this the type of man,

to take my hand to wed.

This the type of man,

to take my body to bed.

I ponder his existence,

I wonder the earth to and fro,

hoping to find this man,

to call my own.

 

Dedicated to my perfect mate MJ.

Slopjar Poem

Piss out the piss,

shit out the shit,

simmer it,

in a slopjar.

Release all frustrations,

lay them to rest,

simmer it,

in a slopjar.

Simmer the lunatic thoughts, the loneliness, the laughter, the lust, the love, the

feelings of hurt and pain.

Simmer it in a slopjar,

then throw it in the woods.

Not Afraid to be Real (a poetry collection) By Maranda Russell

Today I read an astonishing book of poetry.

As I read Maranda Russell’s poetry her words became an inspirational melody in my mind. Her words inspire, motivate, and captures your heart, mind, and soul. Her poetry is appropriate for young adults and it will also inspire the mature audience. Eat off her table of poetry, you are sure to leave full.

Ingrid Jennings’ Autobiography

Young, free, and full of mischief.

Tall, plump, full of sweet nectar,

outgoing, energetic, eccentric some might say.

Call me what you may,

just call me a lioness.

I work very hard,

I party very light,

I hunt for my family,

I protect them with ease.

I educated my mind with Biology and Chemistry,

from Palm Beach Atlantic a bachelors came to be.

I taught for awhile,

I wrestled with teens.

At Nova Southeastern I mastered in reading.

Now I write every day,

I write with great pride.

I spread my wings out wide as I soar in the sky.

Dancing Souls

Flowing rivers,

glowing moons,

romances the souls,

of people who have passed.

Passed by the glowing light,

the floating whispers,

the steaming scent of death’s breathe.

Never to fear the passage of truth.

Rejoicing souls dancing in the light.

Reminsceing on sweet memories,

while bathing in the flowing rivers.

Shining under the glowing moons.

Sweet dreams for them,

resting in peace.

Never to walk the fields of Earth.

Forever shining,

forever dancing,

under the golden moons.

Resting Sun

Darkness strikes at moonlight’s pace.

Night seizes day and leaves us in dismay.

Clouds of darkness,

the suns’ at rest.

Sleeping children,

dreams of sweetness.

Demons stirring,

loving the night.

Oh’ what a sight,

when night steals the day.

Battlefield of the Mind

Powerful thoughts of a wise man wages war with my every thought.

The battle of logical saneness vs. enlightened creativity insaneness rushes though my being.

My cerebrum becomes the battlefield,

my pineal gland fertilizes the feud.

Creativity surges mystical forces,

they tackle my cerebellum.

Wiggly legs,

vertigo,

weakness enters my frame.

My body shuts down.

Logic retreats to the cerebral cortex,

saneness slowly flows.

Creativity rushes the throne,

insaneness follows behind dominating the battlefield.

A star is born,

a poetic emerges,

ready to take the crown.

Crown me a queen, a lioness, a fierce fighter, devouring my enemies.

I take them to lunch then feed upon their flesh.

I suck on their bones, and then spit out the gristles.

A star is born,

part the way,

lay out the red carpet.

I’m ready to take my place.

Put on my crown then step to the side.

I’m ready to claim my fame.

Have Mercy

The rain on my soul beats at my flesh.  The torment in my heart feast on my organs.  Lingering dreams crowding my presence, I see no tomorrow, have mercy on my soul.  Show me a better way to move though the dungeons of festering memories and decaying thoughts.  Where is joy?  Where is peace?  Ease my mind of cloudy thoughts, lighten my soul for days to come, remove the dark lichens devouring my joy.  Show me love, show me joy, show me hollow points to end this pain.  I see no tomorrow, have mercy on my soul.  Until we meet again, Let death embrace me in its bosom.

Jesus Arms

Dedicated to Sharon Tudela

Jesus Arms

Today is the day, I begin a new journey.  I plan to reach the stars.  I plan to touch the sky.  Today is the day, I soar from the past.  I leave all past failures and tears behind.  Looking toward, what’s ahead, no pain, no torment, no demons to carry.  All my burdens left behind, buried so deep, never to appear.  Peaceful days are here to stay, loving moments lasting always, no tears for me, my time has come.  Here I lay down to rest.  Dry your eyes, I’m in peace.  Now I sleep in Jesus arms.