04.15.94
Anyway
Jenn Ganoe
Anyway
Why did you wrap your arms
Around me
And whisper away my fears
You did, you know, you started to
Anyway
I could feel your heart
Wrapped around mine
The thought dried up all my tears
You did, you know, you started to
Anyway
Can you ever love, in your soul
Just me
The calmness of me belonging to you
You did, you know, you started to
Anyway
You could feet it all, to close to me
Don’t deny
That passion that could weep us away
You felt it, you know, you started to
Anyway
Then you opened your eyes, and I thought
I could see
That you were seeking another
You did, you know, your started to
Anyway
Is she good enough for you, better say
Then me
I feel so alone, the thought without you
You know, you can see it, you started to
Anyway
I feel my heart reaching, calling out
For you
You have hurt me deeply
You did, you know, you started to
Anyway
I turn my head, when you
Look at me
I love you, you know it
Anyway
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
53 and 54
Trust
It was without a doubt
It would lead to pain
Forsaken grace
In the light of the moon
On the grass of the beach
Of the sand in the meadow
Was our friendships
So shallow
Hate amongst disgust
Agony of love upon sorrow
Pain mixed with pleasure
Was it worth it
For trust
Comes in all forms of solace
And solace eclipses the moon
The moon cast shadows
Upon the beaches planted with
Retrospect of me and you
My heart, you can see
It is so confused
I am caught in the middle
Do I love you
One day you were there
Then the next you were gone
Can you tell me
Where I went wrong
I was nothing but honest
My feelings I tried to express
Why did you hold me
Your warm arms wrapped around me
Smothered all of my fears
Why did you let go
I could feel it in you
I am not sure what
Why couldn’t you tell me
You looked away
And at another
Don’t I deserve better
Now I get the cold shoulder
And I don’t know why
Are you so much a man
To just toy with me
And be copasetic with that
But still, my heart
It is so confused
I am caught in the middle
Between love and hate
And I want to love you
It was without a doubt
It would lead to pain
Forsaken grace
In the light of the moon
On the grass of the beach
Of the sand in the meadow
Was our friendships
So shallow
Hate amongst disgust
Agony of love upon sorrow
Pain mixed with pleasure
Was it worth it
For trust
Comes in all forms of solace
And solace eclipses the moon
The moon cast shadows
Upon the beaches planted with
Retrospect of me and you
My heart, you can see
It is so confused
I am caught in the middle
Do I love you
One day you were there
Then the next you were gone
Can you tell me
Where I went wrong
I was nothing but honest
My feelings I tried to express
Why did you hold me
Your warm arms wrapped around me
Smothered all of my fears
Why did you let go
I could feel it in you
I am not sure what
Why couldn’t you tell me
You looked away
And at another
Don’t I deserve better
Now I get the cold shoulder
And I don’t know why
Are you so much a man
To just toy with me
And be copasetic with that
But still, my heart
It is so confused
I am caught in the middle
Between love and hate
And I want to love you
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3.19.89
Jenn Ganoe
In with a legend
Out with a dream
On and on
For a life to be
But only for the poor
They must suffer
On an eternity
Very old
In with a legend
Out with a dream
The rich and imaginative
They die young
Or so it seams
To be, to live, to lie
Without time or honor
3.19.89
Jenn Ganoe
In with a legend
Out with a dream
On and on
For a life to be
But only for the poor
They must suffer
On an eternity
Very old
In with a legend
Out with a dream
The rich and imaginative
They die young
Or so it seams
To be, to live, to lie
Without time or honor
Raven Wings
Raven Wings
Jenn Ganoe
A bird is whimpering
Calling out pain
A child is whistling
Laughing at the world
The bird is crying
So much pain in that lonely heart
Children sit smiling
Not caring but loving a lot
The bird flies up high
He takes another toke
children’s laughter
It just keeps pushing
Pushing him further on
Down the rope
The child screams
But the bird flies away
How to escape
The child goes home
The bird stays out late
So much pain
Blood trickles on down his wrists
From the jagged vertical slit
He smiles at sweet memories
Raven wings come closer
Suddenly he wants to face
Face the rest
He stumbles to the door
Jenn Ganoe
A bird is whimpering
Calling out pain
A child is whistling
Laughing at the world
The bird is crying
So much pain in that lonely heart
Children sit smiling
Not caring but loving a lot
The bird flies up high
He takes another toke
children’s laughter
It just keeps pushing
Pushing him further on
Down the rope
The child screams
But the bird flies away
How to escape
The child goes home
The bird stays out late
So much pain
Blood trickles on down his wrists
From the jagged vertical slit
He smiles at sweet memories
Raven wings come closer
Suddenly he wants to face
Face the rest
He stumbles to the door
click click
Click Click 6.11.89
By Jenn Ganoe
To catch a readers attention
From the start is a must
To keep them
Wondering , dying in lust
Is the Key
To win their trust
But as the battle wears on
And the tempo rises
Just ready to burst
Let them down hard
Dramatic and quick
With the hero the looser
A wonderful trick
Click
Click
By Jenn Ganoe
To catch a readers attention
From the start is a must
To keep them
Wondering , dying in lust
Is the Key
To win their trust
But as the battle wears on
And the tempo rises
Just ready to burst
Let them down hard
Dramatic and quick
With the hero the looser
A wonderful trick
Click
Click
Voter In a Demoracy
The voter in democracy
Jenn Ganoe
Pide
you pide piper
rock the vote
rip my heart out
hear him choke
leave me defenseless
the world is a cruel joke
let me out
you stupid bloke
leave me alone
who are you
what do you own
the world is trapped in this cycle
the world ruled by government
ruin my faith
truth slam the liar
help me out
The worst day in history
repeats itself
until a worse cause
comes along
gods settle my heart
why am I crying
why do I care
Vote you Pide piper
rock the ship
get out the bloke
who gone and let
government
ruin it
Democracy
Jenn Ganoe
Pide
you pide piper
rock the vote
rip my heart out
hear him choke
leave me defenseless
the world is a cruel joke
let me out
you stupid bloke
leave me alone
who are you
what do you own
the world is trapped in this cycle
the world ruled by government
ruin my faith
truth slam the liar
help me out
The worst day in history
repeats itself
until a worse cause
comes along
gods settle my heart
why am I crying
why do I care
Vote you Pide piper
rock the ship
get out the bloke
who gone and let
government
ruin it
Democracy
1984 teaching Eva to write poetry
I am thinking of you
-are you of me
I know I love you
-can you tell
The wind is blowing
-a storm at sea
Your full of anger
-about just me
You scream to me
-tell me to leave
It means now
-so here I go
Your are calling me
-I pretend not to hear
You grab my chin
-pull me near
You say your sorry
-you want me to stay
You climb in bed
-so there I lay
You say you love me
-you want what’s right
I turn to ask You
-when is the next fight
But you can’t answer
-so you kiss my cheek
-are you of me
I know I love you
-can you tell
The wind is blowing
-a storm at sea
Your full of anger
-about just me
You scream to me
-tell me to leave
It means now
-so here I go
Your are calling me
-I pretend not to hear
You grab my chin
-pull me near
You say your sorry
-you want me to stay
You climb in bed
-so there I lay
You say you love me
-you want what’s right
I turn to ask You
-when is the next fight
But you can’t answer
-so you kiss my cheek
Grandpa
The ghost comes knocking at the door
hello, grandpa
how are you
a ghost I see
of the person I never knew
How handsome you are
can you tell me
will my children
be as beautiful as you
You are a devil with your charm
Your rosary beads awake you
near this hallows eve?]
my mother thinks warm thoughts of you
is that how you are summoned
Grandma, is not as well, as she could be
we try our best, to make her happy
that’s nearly impossible
but you know
I spent many years resenting her
you see, I love her dearly
It’s her illness and tragedy I fear
and sometimes she keeps secrets from me
I’ve learned not to ask
who you were and what you did
it makes everyone cry
or ignore me
or just clam up
I don’t understand why they can’t share their love
Tell me about that special person
that was you
Hello, grandpa
how are you
a ghost I see
of the person I never knew
hello, grandpa
how are you
a ghost I see
of the person I never knew
How handsome you are
can you tell me
will my children
be as beautiful as you
You are a devil with your charm
Your rosary beads awake you
near this hallows eve?]
my mother thinks warm thoughts of you
is that how you are summoned
Grandma, is not as well, as she could be
we try our best, to make her happy
that’s nearly impossible
but you know
I spent many years resenting her
you see, I love her dearly
It’s her illness and tragedy I fear
and sometimes she keeps secrets from me
I’ve learned not to ask
who you were and what you did
it makes everyone cry
or ignore me
or just clam up
I don’t understand why they can’t share their love
Tell me about that special person
that was you
Hello, grandpa
how are you
a ghost I see
of the person I never knew
For the Ladies
A horrible event
Aunt Flow , you Bitch
I hate her so!
Do you know, your own, Aunt Flow?
It is that ~~special~~ time each month
Some women love it
I am amongst the ones
who view it with disgust
are you aware of what I speak of?
It stains your panties
runs down your leg in the shower
you ruin the towels
and they say Women have ~~power~~
I’m sorry , Aunt Flow
It just isn’t fair
I really hate it
When ~~YOU~~ come here!
The coming of age
when is it done
the beginning of rage
~~THIS IS NO FUN!~~
Aunt Flow , you Bitch
I hate her so!
Do you know, your own, Aunt Flow?
It is that ~~special~~ time each month
Some women love it
I am amongst the ones
who view it with disgust
are you aware of what I speak of?
It stains your panties
runs down your leg in the shower
you ruin the towels
and they say Women have ~~power~~
I’m sorry , Aunt Flow
It just isn’t fair
I really hate it
When ~~YOU~~ come here!
The coming of age
when is it done
the beginning of rage
~~THIS IS NO FUN!~~
First Semester at Columbia Greene in NY
ok ok guilty again here of perhaps not being so sober .. I was standing in the college bookstore line and the man that does the financial aid .. was guarding the bookstore door .. and his hair was all wild and he was .. well just .. ok so i wrote this watching him
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-what is your name
-my how you prance
-your hair falls over your eyes
-like a lions mane
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-dare I say
-why is it you prowl around
-all day!
-or sit upon your thrown of wood
-your gaze sincere
-yet deadly
-ready to defend your forest (books! ha ha)
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-can you hear my fevered thoughts
-you stare intently at me
-and I am asking what have you seen
-over the years of students that come and go and come
-the rush of every new day
-are there many fights or brawls
-or merrily an existence or campus walls
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-do you ever bore
-how proudly you expand
-your views to any and all
-how defiantly you defend
-eyes eager to catch a thief
-yet is there pain if you do
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-here is to you!
-and your mighty (welcome) ROAR (voice)
-and many years of longitude
AND Guardian of the bookstore
-what is it you really do?
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-what is your name
-my how you prance
-your hair falls over your eyes
-like a lions mane
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-dare I say
-why is it you prowl around
-all day!
-or sit upon your thrown of wood
-your gaze sincere
-yet deadly
-ready to defend your forest (books! ha ha)
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-can you hear my fevered thoughts
-you stare intently at me
-and I am asking what have you seen
-over the years of students that come and go and come
-the rush of every new day
-are there many fights or brawls
-or merrily an existence or campus walls
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-do you ever bore
-how proudly you expand
-your views to any and all
-how defiantly you defend
-eyes eager to catch a thief
-yet is there pain if you do
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-here is to you!
-and your mighty (welcome) ROAR (voice)
-and many years of longitude
AND Guardian of the bookstore
-what is it you really do?
Memory of when I was a Mermaid in Theory
I was here
warm as the summer heat
and I loved to much
still I couldn’t be beat
Except
I was ruined
Killed off all my dreams
ruined, washed up by the sea
ruined, mankind just ruined me
Walking on the beach
Shhhhh----ahhhhh
hand and hand
watching the world evolve
smiling into the sunshine
beauty was ruined
whispers, silent in the night
and forgotten visions
fled before my eyes
I cried upon a peer
I knew life was ruined
then the sun exploded in the morning sky
I re-found my feet
Laughter resounds only in memories
I know I’m never going to be beat
I am not ruined
ruined
washed up by the sea
and I know
I’ll never walk
this beach to ruins
again
~~ memory of a time when I was a mermaid!!~~
warm as the summer heat
and I loved to much
still I couldn’t be beat
Except
I was ruined
Killed off all my dreams
ruined, washed up by the sea
ruined, mankind just ruined me
Walking on the beach
Shhhhh----ahhhhh
hand and hand
watching the world evolve
smiling into the sunshine
beauty was ruined
whispers, silent in the night
and forgotten visions
fled before my eyes
I cried upon a peer
I knew life was ruined
then the sun exploded in the morning sky
I re-found my feet
Laughter resounds only in memories
I know I’m never going to be beat
I am not ruined
ruined
washed up by the sea
and I know
I’ll never walk
this beach to ruins
again
~~ memory of a time when I was a mermaid!!~~
Memory of when I was a Mermaid
I’m untouchable
nobody can capture me
untouchable now
I’ve got it
I’m just
what everybody else
wants to be
I’m untouchable
can’t you see
I’m the one in a million
and everybody else
has to dream
Oh You’ll never capture me
don’t despise of me
Oh baby please
You’ll never truly
really capture me
I’m your wildest fantasy
You’ll never tame the wild
I like where I am
Where I am
Where I am
Say what you think
feel what you say
know what you feel
say what you know
I want to be somewhere else
I am stranded here
wishing my whole life away
wishing and waiting time
watching the snow fall
I hear a call from within
a call from my soul
beating to get out
the ache from my heart
breaking as I shout
I am untouchable
untamable
what you want
because you want to be me
untouchable
you may capture
but are you man enough
to conquer me
nobody can capture me
untouchable now
I’ve got it
I’m just
what everybody else
wants to be
I’m untouchable
can’t you see
I’m the one in a million
and everybody else
has to dream
Oh You’ll never capture me
don’t despise of me
Oh baby please
You’ll never truly
really capture me
I’m your wildest fantasy
You’ll never tame the wild
I like where I am
Where I am
Where I am
Say what you think
feel what you say
know what you feel
say what you know
I want to be somewhere else
I am stranded here
wishing my whole life away
wishing and waiting time
watching the snow fall
I hear a call from within
a call from my soul
beating to get out
the ache from my heart
breaking as I shout
I am untouchable
untamable
what you want
because you want to be me
untouchable
you may capture
but are you man enough
to conquer me
The Way
The Way
Drink another drink, light another smoke
don’t choke, don’t puke
that’s the way
Turn around
there is a kiss, want to get laid
use a condom, don’t feel
that’s the way
Watch the sky
pictures in the clouds, sunsets
moons and shooting starts
that’s the way
Hold me tight, whisper away my fears
darkness, alone
that’s the way
Don’t let me go
Love me, show me the world
or promise it anyway
candle lit dinners, a cuddle, a kiss
that’s the way
Dance with the moon
down that grove, feel my intensions
my desires
that’s the way
Burn the midnight oil
tell me Your secrets
was she better, did you call out MY name
that’s the way
Walk with me, in the shadows of darkness
Know that only I can show you the way
Can I open up to you, allow it all out?
Pitch a fit or have a shout
Will you stop the pain, or hark and cry Insane
Why do you burn me like a fire
only I am both ends of the candle
Do you realize that I love you
when I am alone and without confrontation?
How I can say the words
yea the ones you haven’t heard
and wont
Why would I tell you
Give me another drink
what’s going on
Do you know why I show no feelings
I love not you .. you .. you .. of you...
I am afraid not you ... you .. of you...
hurt me not
that’s the way
Drink another drink, light another smoke
don’t choke, don’t puke
that’s the way
Turn around
there is a kiss, want to get laid
use a condom, don’t feel
that’s the way
Watch the sky
pictures in the clouds, sunsets
moons and shooting starts
that’s the way
Hold me tight, whisper away my fears
darkness, alone
that’s the way
Don’t let me go
Love me, show me the world
or promise it anyway
candle lit dinners, a cuddle, a kiss
that’s the way
Dance with the moon
down that grove, feel my intensions
my desires
that’s the way
Burn the midnight oil
tell me Your secrets
was she better, did you call out MY name
that’s the way
Walk with me, in the shadows of darkness
Know that only I can show you the way
Can I open up to you, allow it all out?
Pitch a fit or have a shout
Will you stop the pain, or hark and cry Insane
Why do you burn me like a fire
only I am both ends of the candle
Do you realize that I love you
when I am alone and without confrontation?
How I can say the words
yea the ones you haven’t heard
and wont
Why would I tell you
Give me another drink
what’s going on
Do you know why I show no feelings
I love not you .. you .. you .. of you...
I am afraid not you ... you .. of you...
hurt me not
that’s the way
I scream
I SCREAM
the night echoes
as the light falls
and my step falters
when yellow eyes glow
(I scream)
the nightmare courses in my blood
twisting and turning i struggle
and try to waken
my body covers in a lathering sweat
darkness
(i scream)
descends upon the red blotched vision
of my closed eyes
the dream conquers all known life
another reality unfolds
transformation
(i scream)
as my soul open up and seeks
eons of years pass in a Mila-second
i journey through time
I am the beginning of the world
and life
(i scream)
which explodes before my eyes
the first day lasted 10 thousand million years
and so we evolved - on the second day and so forth
we became confused creatures that needed to cling
GOD
(i scream)
a force so beyond our imagination (or created by it?)
we pinioned him white and human in form
The Book was written
to fill our empty hole
PRAY - prey
(i scream)
will we ever know what we look for to fill the VOID?
i repel the cold emptiness
and warm the heart
while comforting the soul
waken
(i scream)
i try to cling to the dream
which haunted me before i slept
realizing I’d found something beyond "BIG"
there in my other reality
night
(i scream)
SLEEP is the time to GRASP
or to waken and COLLASPE
I Waken... I Sleep ...I Dream
I Waken .. I scream
The nightmare GLOWS
I later in SWEAT
The TRANSFORMATION of my SOUL
AND LIFE EXPLODES
GOD. our IMAMAGINATION
We are the PREY - PRAYING for the VOID
The SOUL withers AND WAKES
Realities of the night forsaken
Sleep is the time to Grasp
or to Waken and Collapse
I WAKEN
I SLEEP
I DREAM
I WAKEN
I SCREAM!!!
the night echoes
as the light falls
and my step falters
when yellow eyes glow
(I scream)
the nightmare courses in my blood
twisting and turning i struggle
and try to waken
my body covers in a lathering sweat
darkness
(i scream)
descends upon the red blotched vision
of my closed eyes
the dream conquers all known life
another reality unfolds
transformation
(i scream)
as my soul open up and seeks
eons of years pass in a Mila-second
i journey through time
I am the beginning of the world
and life
(i scream)
which explodes before my eyes
the first day lasted 10 thousand million years
and so we evolved - on the second day and so forth
we became confused creatures that needed to cling
GOD
(i scream)
a force so beyond our imagination (or created by it?)
we pinioned him white and human in form
The Book was written
to fill our empty hole
PRAY - prey
(i scream)
will we ever know what we look for to fill the VOID?
i repel the cold emptiness
and warm the heart
while comforting the soul
waken
(i scream)
i try to cling to the dream
which haunted me before i slept
realizing I’d found something beyond "BIG"
there in my other reality
night
(i scream)
SLEEP is the time to GRASP
or to waken and COLLASPE
I Waken... I Sleep ...I Dream
I Waken .. I scream
The nightmare GLOWS
I later in SWEAT
The TRANSFORMATION of my SOUL
AND LIFE EXPLODES
GOD. our IMAMAGINATION
We are the PREY - PRAYING for the VOID
The SOUL withers AND WAKES
Realities of the night forsaken
Sleep is the time to Grasp
or to Waken and Collapse
I WAKEN
I SLEEP
I DREAM
I WAKEN
I SCREAM!!!
I like you
I like to be caught in the rain
the feeling of that sharp cold wetness
on my warm face
reminds me of you
I like you
I like to stand at the end of a pier
and have the wet ocean spray
kiss my lips
reminds me of you
I like you
I like to go clam digging in the river
and feel the lapping waves
around my thighs
reminds me of you
I like you
the feeling of that sharp cold wetness
on my warm face
reminds me of you
I like you
I like to stand at the end of a pier
and have the wet ocean spray
kiss my lips
reminds me of you
I like you
I like to go clam digging in the river
and feel the lapping waves
around my thighs
reminds me of you
I like you
darkness
Darkness descends
I see the red veined visions flash
I see you
a denomination of hope
fate
things I am not prepared to face
Upon my eyes
I feel your gentle kisses
that trail
over my body
things I am not prepared to face
I wiggle and squirm
to my feet I run
from you to me
Heart pounding
I whimper
these feelings
things I am not prepared to face
I hear you follow
and drop my head between my knees
feeling foolish and girlish
I cant breathe
you come in
your voice
is a thing I fear to face
Calm and coaxing.
you sit next to me
hand on my back
tell me
the journey back
is a thing I must face
I look up
tears stained upon my face
and in your eyes
my heart falters
love , a thing
I am ready to
hold my hand out
smile
and face
I see the red veined visions flash
I see you
a denomination of hope
fate
things I am not prepared to face
Upon my eyes
I feel your gentle kisses
that trail
over my body
things I am not prepared to face
I wiggle and squirm
to my feet I run
from you to me
Heart pounding
I whimper
these feelings
things I am not prepared to face
I hear you follow
and drop my head between my knees
feeling foolish and girlish
I cant breathe
you come in
your voice
is a thing I fear to face
Calm and coaxing.
you sit next to me
hand on my back
tell me
the journey back
is a thing I must face
I look up
tears stained upon my face
and in your eyes
my heart falters
love , a thing
I am ready to
hold my hand out
smile
and face
Jamie's Poems, 2001
all I can ask
is don’t do it
again
for I approach
life with
heart in hand
prepared to get hurt
knowing what
comes next
all I can ask
is don’t ask me
to do it again
my heart
reverberated in my chest
I had to will it to beat
is don’t do it
again
for I approach
life with
heart in hand
prepared to get hurt
knowing what
comes next
all I can ask
is don’t ask me
to do it again
my heart
reverberated in my chest
I had to will it to beat
Ode to the Laptop
The time we had together
was oh so sweet
You brought me places
that my minds eye had only imagined
Together we traveled to sites unseen
explored castles, oceans, islands, seas
You introduced me to thousands
of new and exciting people
And with the wrong click of a button
and a pause to reboot
You left me staring
at the blue screen of death
I sat in momentary silence
an unsettled grin played across my lips
My eyes stung with unshed tears
so, this is how you go
Loudly my heart pounds
you lived thru the dunk in the toilet
And what about the hot summer day
I left you alone shut in the car
Or the time I came home and found you
playing by yourself in the sandbox
And the heart wrenching time
you were covered screen to port with finger paint
But you chose to hold a small error
against me
a simple uninstall
and then you were gone
I add a very special thanks
to the four who stayed in the ER with me
Bone yard, Frog, Bubbles, Smooch
All there in my desperate time of need
And you, my Toshiba 7000ct left me
stranded without my invisible friends
Alone in America
no castles, no seas, no oceans, no islands
To fend off lonely sleepless nights
alone
was oh so sweet
You brought me places
that my minds eye had only imagined
Together we traveled to sites unseen
explored castles, oceans, islands, seas
You introduced me to thousands
of new and exciting people
And with the wrong click of a button
and a pause to reboot
You left me staring
at the blue screen of death
I sat in momentary silence
an unsettled grin played across my lips
My eyes stung with unshed tears
so, this is how you go
Loudly my heart pounds
you lived thru the dunk in the toilet
And what about the hot summer day
I left you alone shut in the car
Or the time I came home and found you
playing by yourself in the sandbox
And the heart wrenching time
you were covered screen to port with finger paint
But you chose to hold a small error
against me
a simple uninstall
and then you were gone
I add a very special thanks
to the four who stayed in the ER with me
Bone yard, Frog, Bubbles, Smooch
All there in my desperate time of need
And you, my Toshiba 7000ct left me
stranded without my invisible friends
Alone in America
no castles, no seas, no oceans, no islands
To fend off lonely sleepless nights
alone
shutter
And when it all came down to this
I was standing there naked
cold and alone
in the rain
Raining in on my heart
my mind undone
resounding
pounding
searching for what had just happened
to me
you
and the universe
You walked into me
on my own accord
and drew forth a force
Naught to be seen before
from me leaving me
to you coming to
a venue
I do not want
echoes came that night
nightmare screamed
screamed out your name
nameless fear
fear of freedom
freedom undone
undone life
life shutter
shutter slammed shut
shut off
it all came down to this
for love
for you
my dear
I was standing there naked
cold and alone
in the rain
Raining in on my heart
my mind undone
resounding
pounding
searching for what had just happened
to me
you
and the universe
You walked into me
on my own accord
and drew forth a force
Naught to be seen before
from me leaving me
to you coming to
a venue
I do not want
echoes came that night
nightmare screamed
screamed out your name
nameless fear
fear of freedom
freedom undone
undone life
life shutter
shutter slammed shut
shut off
it all came down to this
for love
for you
my dear
1978 and 1998
1978 - Jennifer Bowen
No wars left to fight
No anthems left to sing
are we the left mess
or the American dream?
1988 - answer by Jennifer Ganoe
More wars left to fight
More anthems left to sing
we are the left mess
and remain the American Dream
Soldiers fight:
It was a dark stormy night
all heroes were gone
dead in their fight
The one for truth, victory
The American dream
some things are never
as they seem
Some truths so hard to take
Where did the brave fighters go
They may have died
why then
do we bury THEIR dreams
with our own sorrows 11.02.1998
Worst of them all
i think
it should be an honor
to fight for your country
then I look around
and see
the vagabonds
The trash
The Scum
This is what we are fighting for
the worst of it all
And I feel sorry
for the soldier
that goes off to war
and takes the fall
who has shouldered the burden
for the poor
the weak
the shattered
the worst of it all
And I feel Apathy
for America
for having come to this, a world of
the gangs
the fat
the rich
the worst of it all
I hate today
anger builds
at one more story
of fortune and fame
the grotesquely over paid
the ones that line the halls of fame
the worst of it all
I love today
the soldier
who can see beyond all this
and has fought to keep us free
one nation
under god
the poor the weak
the fat the tall
the rich the poor
the gangs at the malls
and defiantly
the worst of them all
it should be an honor
to fight for your country
then I look around
and see
the vagabonds
The trash
The Scum
This is what we are fighting for
the worst of it all
And I feel sorry
for the soldier
that goes off to war
and takes the fall
who has shouldered the burden
for the poor
the weak
the shattered
the worst of it all
And I feel Apathy
for America
for having come to this, a world of
the gangs
the fat
the rich
the worst of it all
I hate today
anger builds
at one more story
of fortune and fame
the grotesquely over paid
the ones that line the halls of fame
the worst of it all
I love today
the soldier
who can see beyond all this
and has fought to keep us free
one nation
under god
the poor the weak
the fat the tall
the rich the poor
the gangs at the malls
and defiantly
the worst of them all
Without, 1987, John Blackmore
Along this lonely lane I must walk
without... without ... without you no more
A couple of moths have passed
without ... without ... without you no more
many to come
without ... without... without you no more
I fear very much
without .... without ... without you no more
Every time I walk by your locker, I am
without ... without ... without you no more
But now, I know you only left us with many memories
without ... without... without you no more
and still you’ll be by our sides every day
Mr. John J Blackmore
John was killed in a drinking and driving accident over the summer of 1987. He had been drinking and had just delived the passenger of the vehicle at her home. John misjudged a bridge and died. He was a very good friend of mine.
without... without ... without you no more
A couple of moths have passed
without ... without ... without you no more
many to come
without ... without... without you no more
I fear very much
without .... without ... without you no more
Every time I walk by your locker, I am
without ... without ... without you no more
But now, I know you only left us with many memories
without ... without... without you no more
and still you’ll be by our sides every day
Mr. John J Blackmore
John was killed in a drinking and driving accident over the summer of 1987. He had been drinking and had just delived the passenger of the vehicle at her home. John misjudged a bridge and died. He was a very good friend of mine.
What To Do?
What to do
What to do
What to do
A simple thing
to want
a kiss
a hug
love
to walk in the woods
a stroll down the lane
a foot in the door
open the door
to my heart
I’ll let you in
What to do
What to do
What to do
A not so simple thing
To need
Like I need you
to love me
play rhapsody’s
upon the strings of
my heart
I’ll sing the chorus
for you
What to do
What to do
What to do
What to do
What to do
A simple thing
to want
a kiss
a hug
love
to walk in the woods
a stroll down the lane
a foot in the door
open the door
to my heart
I’ll let you in
What to do
What to do
What to do
A not so simple thing
To need
Like I need you
to love me
play rhapsody’s
upon the strings of
my heart
I’ll sing the chorus
for you
What to do
What to do
What to do
Tommy, 1976, Jennifer Bowen (mom)
Tommy
Your at St.Clairs tonight
an old man, 76, all alone
I know your ill, I know your weak
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
You were here to visit, for one day
We played cards and cooked spaghetti
I was disappointed in the sauce- you smiled
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
We looked at pictures of last year at camp
you’ve given me memories, you smiled at yours
Tom, it was you, paid for my divorce in ‘73
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
We reminised of days in Fayetteville
You asked of Joey and our binge of
‘sneaky pete’, in the morn we all suffered
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
If your tired of trying, and die tonight
I’ll cry, I will, inspite of your not wanting me to
If you fight to live, it’ll be nice for me, at least
I know you love me, anyway , I knew last week
That my friends was written by my mother about a good friend of the family Tommy Woods. We used to camp on Oneida lake with him. As much as I hate her, I do love her writings
Your at St.Clairs tonight
an old man, 76, all alone
I know your ill, I know your weak
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
You were here to visit, for one day
We played cards and cooked spaghetti
I was disappointed in the sauce- you smiled
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
We looked at pictures of last year at camp
you’ve given me memories, you smiled at yours
Tom, it was you, paid for my divorce in ‘73
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
We reminised of days in Fayetteville
You asked of Joey and our binge of
‘sneaky pete’, in the morn we all suffered
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
If your tired of trying, and die tonight
I’ll cry, I will, inspite of your not wanting me to
If you fight to live, it’ll be nice for me, at least
I know you love me, anyway , I knew last week
That my friends was written by my mother about a good friend of the family Tommy Woods. We used to camp on Oneida lake with him. As much as I hate her, I do love her writings
Squander the Euphoria
Kinetic energy
my life is doomed
hear the voice of reason
rear its ugly head
threaten to overwhelm
to squander all that is tragic
squelch this feeling
of Euphoria
before it even begins
Least it should begin
and it will
I’ve decided to allow
you in
I’ve decided to step
outside my brain
and Squander the little things
like hope
and Squelch the terror
Allow life to pick up
and resume
and prey it never ends
my life is doomed
hear the voice of reason
rear its ugly head
threaten to overwhelm
to squander all that is tragic
squelch this feeling
of Euphoria
before it even begins
Least it should begin
and it will
I’ve decided to allow
you in
I’ve decided to step
outside my brain
and Squander the little things
like hope
and Squelch the terror
Allow life to pick up
and resume
and prey it never ends
Shadow -Laurie Davis - 1983
Shadow
A shadow in the doorway
hear foot prints in the hall
but the room is dark
and your calling me home
but I run
run from the shadows
I run from fear
and every day passed
long and waiting
Hon., I feel you
your blessed pain
How I wish I could help you
But I run
run from the shadows
the walls are closing in
the shadows here to stay
and I leave that door wide open
pity for tear stained eyes
I cant see the day
so, I run
run from the shadows,
I cant feel the fall
A shadow in the doorway
hear foot prints in the hall
but the room is dark
and your calling me home
but I run
run from the shadows
I run from fear
and every day passed
long and waiting
Hon., I feel you
your blessed pain
How I wish I could help you
But I run
run from the shadows
the walls are closing in
the shadows here to stay
and I leave that door wide open
pity for tear stained eyes
I cant see the day
so, I run
run from the shadows,
I cant feel the fall
Under the Influence of Hank Rollins
this is a poem for all to ask of themselves
untitled
when you see yourself
you see yourself
as a reflection.
you never look deeply
to see within
and find
your true self
to look into your own eyes.
Can you feel the abyss
the hollow resounding
of your soul
what do you see
the good times
happiness
things to be thankful for
GOD?
or do you harbor hell
misfortune
the wrongs never made right
mistakes.
When you see your reflection
the ripple you make in time
do accept
what has happened.
Respect
your find
can you see
yourself
when you look into your own
eyes?
untitled
when you see yourself
you see yourself
as a reflection.
you never look deeply
to see within
and find
your true self
to look into your own eyes.
Can you feel the abyss
the hollow resounding
of your soul
what do you see
the good times
happiness
things to be thankful for
GOD?
or do you harbor hell
misfortune
the wrongs never made right
mistakes.
When you see your reflection
the ripple you make in time
do accept
what has happened.
Respect
your find
can you see
yourself
when you look into your own
eyes?
Pounding CLown 1986
The pounding clown
Do you see the pounding clown
crying in anguish
trying to rejoice
Do you see his tears
gliding down his face
slipping into yet another line
Do you see his bleary eyes
hiding pain
sheltering misery
Do you see his phony smile
a little rough around the edges
almost believable from all the pretending
Do you see the pounding clown
the fool with tear stained eyes
and fading smiles
Do you know the Fool above
the pounding clown
With tear stained eyes
and fading smiles
The clown is me
Do you see the pounding clown
crying in anguish
trying to rejoice
Do you see his tears
gliding down his face
slipping into yet another line
Do you see his bleary eyes
hiding pain
sheltering misery
Do you see his phony smile
a little rough around the edges
almost believable from all the pretending
Do you see the pounding clown
the fool with tear stained eyes
and fading smiles
Do you know the Fool above
the pounding clown
With tear stained eyes
and fading smiles
The clown is me
Political
It is the shallowness
of mankind
of humanity
that bothers me the most
It is the lack of a cause
of mankind
of humanity
that bothers me most
***
We are a nation
founded on the basis
of a God
we were formed
from the diverse
Individuals
The poor, The weak, The Criminals
and yet
we’ve become
a country of
sever prejudices
shallow
and lacking a united cause
of mankind
of humanity
that bothers me the most
It is the lack of a cause
of mankind
of humanity
that bothers me most
***
We are a nation
founded on the basis
of a God
we were formed
from the diverse
Individuals
The poor, The weak, The Criminals
and yet
we’ve become
a country of
sever prejudices
shallow
and lacking a united cause
perfect
Angels whisper amongst themselves
they cause the wind to stir
air currents to change
and sometimes
the words are audiable to mere humans
Angels watch the on goings of mankind
on a small scale
they are drawn to the lonely
gently they kiss upon thier cheeks
offer nudges and guidance
unseen
Angels communicate through the power of suggestion
moving air currents
so lonely hearts may chance to meet
what happnes next is mankinds
power of free will
Angels whisper amongst themselves
watching mankind, drawn helplessly to the lonely and offering subliminal guidance
occasionlly thier actions bring together two heats that are other wise lost
when this happens
the angels will gather together , voices of chatter becomeingon in a hymn
on the air currents
the keener of mind will hear the choir
a mere whisper over and over again
"perfect... perfect... perfect..."
they cause the wind to stir
air currents to change
and sometimes
the words are audiable to mere humans
Angels watch the on goings of mankind
on a small scale
they are drawn to the lonely
gently they kiss upon thier cheeks
offer nudges and guidance
unseen
Angels communicate through the power of suggestion
moving air currents
so lonely hearts may chance to meet
what happnes next is mankinds
power of free will
Angels whisper amongst themselves
watching mankind, drawn helplessly to the lonely and offering subliminal guidance
occasionlly thier actions bring together two heats that are other wise lost
when this happens
the angels will gather together , voices of chatter becomeingon in a hymn
on the air currents
the keener of mind will hear the choir
a mere whisper over and over again
"perfect... perfect... perfect..."
The Plauge- Amanda's Daddy's Poem
Part 1
the true test of life
is to ride your sanity to the end
and make it back
like being the soul survivor
of the plague
I am no longer vying for you touch
no longer am I
the tragic hero
caught up in your play
I have thought outside the brain
I am disconnected from you
I have thought outside the brain
and connected with myself
Part 2
I had to qualify my lack of love
you wanted to know
then you dismissed it
as disappointment
You we forced to see yourself
through my eyes of three years
and you didn’t like it
but you felt it
My energy comes from love
you resent that
so you stomped it out
to crush me
Punish me for loving you
like you torture anyone
who gets in
who makes you feel
and it worked
for awhile
and now I’ve recovered from your plague
and I’m back
my smile is not for you
my lips are my own
and you don’t like it
too bad
the true test of life
is to ride your sanity to the end
and make it back
like being the soul survivor
of the plague
I am no longer vying for you touch
no longer am I
the tragic hero
caught up in your play
I have thought outside the brain
I am disconnected from you
I have thought outside the brain
and connected with myself
Part 2
I had to qualify my lack of love
you wanted to know
then you dismissed it
as disappointment
You we forced to see yourself
through my eyes of three years
and you didn’t like it
but you felt it
My energy comes from love
you resent that
so you stomped it out
to crush me
Punish me for loving you
like you torture anyone
who gets in
who makes you feel
and it worked
for awhile
and now I’ve recovered from your plague
and I’m back
my smile is not for you
my lips are my own
and you don’t like it
too bad
Jamie's Poems, 2001
Part 1 of 4
I Love you
should I say the words
I feel you
in a way, I have converged
I am terrified of you
or more exact ally
of how you
make me feel
I crave your touch
or perhaps it is
the forever ness that passes
in each stroke
I cannot find fault
for I have searched hard
far and near
and there is none
I allowed you to upset me
but alas disappointment
had only crept in
to threaten my heart
I want to withdraw
from you to avoid
the future I see
coming
I fear the unknown
how you would react
if you saw into
my heart
I fear the unknown
how I would react
IF I let you see
into my heart
I want out
but only because
I have never known
a love so true
Part 2 of 4
I want to feel this
ache that resounds
when your not near
but it is not an ache
but an earthquake
that shakes and shutters
when our eyes meet
or our lips lock
perhaps it happens
at your touch
or from mine
you scare me to death
when you make me feel
how you make me feel
how I want to tell you
I am in Love
Part 3 0f 4
Heartbeat
My heart has taken a step
out on it’s own (accord)
I tried to stop it
but it went on blind
Blindsided was I
when I found out
It could still beat
It could still feel
and I wanted to cry
To imploded upon myself
and dilate at the same time
I curse IT
My heart
and I wish It well
only shall I ask
Please do not falter
Be strong
Step boldly forth
Into the opening door
of Love
Part 4 of 4
Turn off cynical
Hollow shamelessness
dance before my eyes
the sparkle of Joy
I Adore you
You have given my heart
the courage to
beat again
in the rhythm of Love
And I Hate you for it
knowing
only Doom
comes from love
All that turned off
deactivate my brain
turn off
the cynical
To allow myself
to feel you
without the destruction
of past love
experiences
I Love you
should I say the words
I feel you
in a way, I have converged
I am terrified of you
or more exact ally
of how you
make me feel
I crave your touch
or perhaps it is
the forever ness that passes
in each stroke
I cannot find fault
for I have searched hard
far and near
and there is none
I allowed you to upset me
but alas disappointment
had only crept in
to threaten my heart
I want to withdraw
from you to avoid
the future I see
coming
I fear the unknown
how you would react
if you saw into
my heart
I fear the unknown
how I would react
IF I let you see
into my heart
I want out
but only because
I have never known
a love so true
Part 2 of 4
I want to feel this
ache that resounds
when your not near
but it is not an ache
but an earthquake
that shakes and shutters
when our eyes meet
or our lips lock
perhaps it happens
at your touch
or from mine
you scare me to death
when you make me feel
how you make me feel
how I want to tell you
I am in Love
Part 3 0f 4
Heartbeat
My heart has taken a step
out on it’s own (accord)
I tried to stop it
but it went on blind
Blindsided was I
when I found out
It could still beat
It could still feel
and I wanted to cry
To imploded upon myself
and dilate at the same time
I curse IT
My heart
and I wish It well
only shall I ask
Please do not falter
Be strong
Step boldly forth
Into the opening door
of Love
Part 4 of 4
Turn off cynical
Hollow shamelessness
dance before my eyes
the sparkle of Joy
I Adore you
You have given my heart
the courage to
beat again
in the rhythm of Love
And I Hate you for it
knowing
only Doom
comes from love
All that turned off
deactivate my brain
turn off
the cynical
To allow myself
to feel you
without the destruction
of past love
experiences
Listen too hard
If I listen to hard
I read between the lines
I find faults and frailties
that may or may not exist
If I listen to hard
I will concave again
withdraw and not love
and then who wins
If I listen to hard
I see I am insignificant
a quarry unworthy
of the beauty you offer
If I listen to hard
I step not out but back in
shut the door, I’m afraid to open anyway
and loose a chance of an existence with you
If I voice what I feel
I find my feet
shot from under me
and facts laid upon the table
If I voice what I feel
I’m told to back off
rejoice in our friendship
and cross not the boundaries laid within
and all I heard from you
emotions are the windows to our souls and inner beings...
they may tell you things
if you listen
I read between the lines
I find faults and frailties
that may or may not exist
If I listen to hard
I will concave again
withdraw and not love
and then who wins
If I listen to hard
I see I am insignificant
a quarry unworthy
of the beauty you offer
If I listen to hard
I step not out but back in
shut the door, I’m afraid to open anyway
and loose a chance of an existence with you
If I voice what I feel
I find my feet
shot from under me
and facts laid upon the table
If I voice what I feel
I’m told to back off
rejoice in our friendship
and cross not the boundaries laid within
and all I heard from you
emotions are the windows to our souls and inner beings...
they may tell you things
if you listen
Codependency
want to take you into my arms
i want to hold your head upon my breast
stroke your temples and your face
I want to whisper
visions of grandeur
into your ears
and feel your heart pound against mine
with mine
I want you in return
to tell me you can care for me
promise me to be my man
to put me upon a pedestal
and never knock me off
or let me fall
i want to hold your head upon my breast
stroke your temples and your face
I want to whisper
visions of grandeur
into your ears
and feel your heart pound against mine
with mine
I want you in return
to tell me you can care for me
promise me to be my man
to put me upon a pedestal
and never knock me off
or let me fall
Hero Today - Amanda's Poem
My Hero Today
By: Jenn Ganoe
Thank you momma
Her smile was sweet
I dropped a kiss upon her
and went about the day
she peeked in on me
from time to time
or I would just stop
drop quietly upon my knees
to creep and be the
unsuspecting beast
In a moment like that
in her eruption of laughter
her eyes sparkled at me
in her little voice choked with hiccups
she said
thank you momma
thank you everyday
thank you momma
your my hero today
I didn’t know what to do
I was astounded
I was mesmerized
and no one warned me
there would be moments like this
when only could you
breathe
and scarcely at that
afraid to break the trance
I never knew
I wanted to be a hero
for anyone
until she told me I was
And what was it
that made her say that
and what had I done
to deserve something so special
as the look of her love
uninhibited adoration
my heart lingers in my chest
I am a hero
Today
By: Jenn Ganoe
Thank you momma
Her smile was sweet
I dropped a kiss upon her
and went about the day
she peeked in on me
from time to time
or I would just stop
drop quietly upon my knees
to creep and be the
unsuspecting beast
In a moment like that
in her eruption of laughter
her eyes sparkled at me
in her little voice choked with hiccups
she said
thank you momma
thank you everyday
thank you momma
your my hero today
I didn’t know what to do
I was astounded
I was mesmerized
and no one warned me
there would be moments like this
when only could you
breathe
and scarcely at that
afraid to break the trance
I never knew
I wanted to be a hero
for anyone
until she told me I was
And what was it
that made her say that
and what had I done
to deserve something so special
as the look of her love
uninhibited adoration
my heart lingers in my chest
I am a hero
Today
Hello America
Describe a person, place or incident that means a lot to you. This was a college course on creative writing.
Hello America, I resemble you. I am rich in as many resources; indirectly reflected by you. I have your beauty and your vigor of life.
My eyes are this ever blue. The ever blue of your skies. Yet, they change like a storm, to reflect the troubled water in your oceans and that water is what tastes like my tears.
My skin is a fair and elegant ivory or white. Like the clouds whom roam across your ever blue sky or the white caps which roll upon your waves.
My hair is red, orange, yellow and gold. Like Autumn in NY or the wild fires that consume southern California. And as a leaf falls from a tree, hair strays from my head. While your winds whip the fires into a uncontrollable fury’ it does the same to my mane; yet also personifies my freedom. There are no boundaries.
My teeth, nails and bone are hard like the layers of your crust. Your rocks and your shells. Where you are mighty , I am proud. Your defiance is mine.
Most importantly, I am a woman, and as you have been violated by settlers and wars, I am also subject to undo crimes against my body at any given moment.
Thank You America. I am beautiful because of YOU
Hello America, I resemble you. I am rich in as many resources; indirectly reflected by you. I have your beauty and your vigor of life.
My eyes are this ever blue. The ever blue of your skies. Yet, they change like a storm, to reflect the troubled water in your oceans and that water is what tastes like my tears.
My skin is a fair and elegant ivory or white. Like the clouds whom roam across your ever blue sky or the white caps which roll upon your waves.
My hair is red, orange, yellow and gold. Like Autumn in NY or the wild fires that consume southern California. And as a leaf falls from a tree, hair strays from my head. While your winds whip the fires into a uncontrollable fury’ it does the same to my mane; yet also personifies my freedom. There are no boundaries.
My teeth, nails and bone are hard like the layers of your crust. Your rocks and your shells. Where you are mighty , I am proud. Your defiance is mine.
Most importantly, I am a woman, and as you have been violated by settlers and wars, I am also subject to undo crimes against my body at any given moment.
Thank You America. I am beautiful because of YOU
Gender difference
Who art thou to say I art a woman
a perilous castle
awaiting to bear children
juggle my life
to make yours complete
The one who signs the checks
to pay the bills
the one who sacrifices free time
to play the game
cook the dinner
call the doc or vet
and still have time for you
To do the laundry
and keep chaos out of the house
change the diapers
settle the screaming child
see the school officials
and work full time
Who art thou to say thou art a man?
a knight in shinning Armour
defending our lives
bearer of the burden
to make yours complete
The one who works oh so hard, everyday
The one who plays pool at the pub
watches games at night
goes off to a little league event
and never have time for me
Who sleeps in Sunday morning
awaiting the paper like a king
feet stretched out
coffee in hand and the radio on
and wondering where I am?
Who art thou to decide it is time for Vacation
without a prelude to the event to me
I need a break, you say
So, I wash the clothes and pack
cancel appointments
call the travel agent
and everyone gets a hair cut
Are thou buying my love
I did not fall in love with organization
that is not my thing
I like to sleep in and read the paper too
My idea is not to spend my vacation
as I would at home
to be with you
Thou Art not the man
I fell in love with
What happened to the romantic walks
Where did the morning love making go
You used to be so sweet
Just about us
and now
You are only a man
I guess that is the gender difference
a perilous castle
awaiting to bear children
juggle my life
to make yours complete
The one who signs the checks
to pay the bills
the one who sacrifices free time
to play the game
cook the dinner
call the doc or vet
and still have time for you
To do the laundry
and keep chaos out of the house
change the diapers
settle the screaming child
see the school officials
and work full time
Who art thou to say thou art a man?
a knight in shinning Armour
defending our lives
bearer of the burden
to make yours complete
The one who works oh so hard, everyday
The one who plays pool at the pub
watches games at night
goes off to a little league event
and never have time for me
Who sleeps in Sunday morning
awaiting the paper like a king
feet stretched out
coffee in hand and the radio on
and wondering where I am?
Who art thou to decide it is time for Vacation
without a prelude to the event to me
I need a break, you say
So, I wash the clothes and pack
cancel appointments
call the travel agent
and everyone gets a hair cut
Are thou buying my love
I did not fall in love with organization
that is not my thing
I like to sleep in and read the paper too
My idea is not to spend my vacation
as I would at home
to be with you
Thou Art not the man
I fell in love with
What happened to the romantic walks
Where did the morning love making go
You used to be so sweet
Just about us
and now
You are only a man
I guess that is the gender difference
Coffee
I was just thinking that today would be a good day to walk to the park. Just to walk down a sidewalk and visit unknown territory, not necessarily a per Se park, but a a walk along the avenue. Down the boulevard. To the lane that leads to the highway to cross a bridge and find a new venue. Just a walk in the park is like a walk in the woods on a fall day.
What fell on a fall day? Leaves would fall, naturally. But you could also trip over a tree trunk and fall. Or sit on a tire swing and lean back to far and your hair will fall to the ground. acorns fall. all nuts fall. But then ripe fruit falls ad your fingers fall upon a keyboard or a piano’s keys. hear rises but cold falls. Why does cold fall?
Coffee Falls upon my lips. Then slides down my throat. Ode to the cup of coffee. It is good. better Hot. Much better with french vanilla fat free creamer (fvffc). Is enjoyed as expresso, capichinno, frapichinno, on ice, mixed with ice, but not left out a day old cold. I enjoy mine with equal and fvffc. or half and half.
Half in the day and the other half at night. Could go a long way.
What fell on a fall day? Leaves would fall, naturally. But you could also trip over a tree trunk and fall. Or sit on a tire swing and lean back to far and your hair will fall to the ground. acorns fall. all nuts fall. But then ripe fruit falls ad your fingers fall upon a keyboard or a piano’s keys. hear rises but cold falls. Why does cold fall?
Coffee Falls upon my lips. Then slides down my throat. Ode to the cup of coffee. It is good. better Hot. Much better with french vanilla fat free creamer (fvffc). Is enjoyed as expresso, capichinno, frapichinno, on ice, mixed with ice, but not left out a day old cold. I enjoy mine with equal and fvffc. or half and half.
Half in the day and the other half at night. Could go a long way.
First Kiss Fantasy
I can dream of a kiss
until it occurs
I can feel that vital slip
before the first kiss
The velvetiness of his lips
sliding against mine
The gentle parting
The acceptance
The soft sigh
A hand may tilt my chin
or hold upon the side of my face
Or slide into the abyss
of my hair
to trail
down my neck
The other hand caresses my back
feels out the contours of my body
leaves a ghostly trail
that fills me with pleasure
until it occurs
I can feel that vital slip
before the first kiss
The velvetiness of his lips
sliding against mine
The gentle parting
The acceptance
The soft sigh
A hand may tilt my chin
or hold upon the side of my face
Or slide into the abyss
of my hair
to trail
down my neck
The other hand caresses my back
feels out the contours of my body
leaves a ghostly trail
that fills me with pleasure
unworthy facade 2000
I told you I was unworthy
I told you there would be no chase
and that when I start to feel for someone
I put up the barricades
But I thought you were different
I thought you were true
I thought you’d see thru me
and my facade
I was wrong and you are the same
as all others in this nightmare called life
you didn’t chase me
and here I sit drowning in pain
I have to tell you though
another have I not met
who I let in so close and so quick
and right now I am kicking myself
I want you to know
you gave me back my inspiration
instead of chuckling at loves gone wrongs
inside I am grieving and trembling
I think you should see
though my tear stained eyes
I was wondering why it was so hazy out
and it was me with real tears
I need you to feel
the weight of my limbs
the sheer force to carry around
my heart without you
I told you I was unworthy
I told you there would be no chase
and that when I start to feel for someone
I put up the barricades
But I thought you were different
I thought you were true
I thought you’d see thru me
and my facade
I told you there would be no chase
and that when I start to feel for someone
I put up the barricades
But I thought you were different
I thought you were true
I thought you’d see thru me
and my facade
I was wrong and you are the same
as all others in this nightmare called life
you didn’t chase me
and here I sit drowning in pain
I have to tell you though
another have I not met
who I let in so close and so quick
and right now I am kicking myself
I want you to know
you gave me back my inspiration
instead of chuckling at loves gone wrongs
inside I am grieving and trembling
I think you should see
though my tear stained eyes
I was wondering why it was so hazy out
and it was me with real tears
I need you to feel
the weight of my limbs
the sheer force to carry around
my heart without you
I told you I was unworthy
I told you there would be no chase
and that when I start to feel for someone
I put up the barricades
But I thought you were different
I thought you were true
I thought you’d see thru me
and my facade
Jamie's Poems, 2001
These are for Jamies, he was my 21 year old pain in the ass that made me date him and made me fall in love with him, and fell in love with me despite me telling him not to.
1
I’m not sure what to do
loving, liking,missing, feeling
are all things
I am not sure I am prepared
to attempt again
unsettled, unrest, nervous
that is me
distrust and jealousy
2
I like
the thought of you
your always kind and sweet
you make me stop in my tracks
and think
I like
the thought of you
wrapped around me
holding me tight
and maybe when things go wrong
you could manage to make it right
I like
the thought of you
you and me
making the world evolve around us
laughing at stupid people
and all their fuss
I like
the thought of you
3
are you real
or just my imaginary escape
can i feel for you
or will it be my heart u take
can you feel for me
despite all the bad women and mistakes
are you real
or just my hope beyond the walls
can I feel for you
or is this yet another trial
can you feel for me
or am i just another conquest to file
are you real
or just another page
another chapter for my book
4
you took me by suprise
a thing not liekly to happen again
are you aware of the delicate
balance of my heart
and that you
and you alone hold it in your hands
you continue to take me
by suprise
how you make me smile
and a feeling inside
I’m not ready to soon forget
5
whisper to me the things
that make you feel
tell me secrets that
I will only hear
talk to me about something
concrete and useful
like you and me and the world
promise me things
even if they are white lies
to make me feel better
draw for me a picture
and then paint it for me
our perfect world
take a chance on me
and my heart
and hold us dear
you will be suprised
at how different
I could make your world
6
once again
I can close my eyes
and have fantasy’s
thanks to you
7
I can’t help but feel
I am just a joke
at your expense
because your bored
or thats what i fear
more and more
please don’t mind me
If i step back
and breathe deeply
My heart is so frail
I am so sensitive
and I’d hate to just be
your toy
when there is so much more
8
the stars could light
the univers up for us
we could open a new
black hole
a vortex to get lost in
I want so bad
I need so bad
and you have my attention
and I like it
but I am scared
a fear i’m not sure
how to overcome
say something
do something
to prove to me
this could work
that you want me
they still need work, but those are poems in process.
1
I’m not sure what to do
loving, liking,missing, feeling
are all things
I am not sure I am prepared
to attempt again
unsettled, unrest, nervous
that is me
distrust and jealousy
2
I like
the thought of you
your always kind and sweet
you make me stop in my tracks
and think
I like
the thought of you
wrapped around me
holding me tight
and maybe when things go wrong
you could manage to make it right
I like
the thought of you
you and me
making the world evolve around us
laughing at stupid people
and all their fuss
I like
the thought of you
3
are you real
or just my imaginary escape
can i feel for you
or will it be my heart u take
can you feel for me
despite all the bad women and mistakes
are you real
or just my hope beyond the walls
can I feel for you
or is this yet another trial
can you feel for me
or am i just another conquest to file
are you real
or just another page
another chapter for my book
4
you took me by suprise
a thing not liekly to happen again
are you aware of the delicate
balance of my heart
and that you
and you alone hold it in your hands
you continue to take me
by suprise
how you make me smile
and a feeling inside
I’m not ready to soon forget
5
whisper to me the things
that make you feel
tell me secrets that
I will only hear
talk to me about something
concrete and useful
like you and me and the world
promise me things
even if they are white lies
to make me feel better
draw for me a picture
and then paint it for me
our perfect world
take a chance on me
and my heart
and hold us dear
you will be suprised
at how different
I could make your world
6
once again
I can close my eyes
and have fantasy’s
thanks to you
7
I can’t help but feel
I am just a joke
at your expense
because your bored
or thats what i fear
more and more
please don’t mind me
If i step back
and breathe deeply
My heart is so frail
I am so sensitive
and I’d hate to just be
your toy
when there is so much more
8
the stars could light
the univers up for us
we could open a new
black hole
a vortex to get lost in
I want so bad
I need so bad
and you have my attention
and I like it
but I am scared
a fear i’m not sure
how to overcome
say something
do something
to prove to me
this could work
that you want me
they still need work, but those are poems in process.
Bring them home - 2003
In today’s world
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
there are no defiance’s
finer then a soldiers
in the night
fighting for his country
and all he believes is right
standing out there proud
while the Ballad of Tisavy plays on
In today’s world
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
gun shells
and fire fight
the replacement for moon beams
and star light
does she dream
in color
of a place called home
has the lover
replaced the gentle kiss
and soft sighs of surrender
for defending weakened borders
fallen governments and regimes
policing falling rights
and establishing new laws
In today’s world
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
Or are they there
looking to defend
a land of beauty
and mortality
thinking what a whore
war is to rape our youth
and innocence
Take from him
a life he hasn’t had
take from her
the brother or the dad
take from none
the love they never had
take from one
a world gone bad
In today’s world
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
a world gone bad
and for what outcome
for a soldier to steal a chance
to watch TV or visit his local home page
and read of the violence and ugly
of America abused by Americans
Does a tear fall from a soldiers eye
Being far from home
and watching his country die
gangs, obesity, preventable deaths
does he fall unsung , a hero less death
because America is selfish
and should be full of shame
a windows look at our hero’s hall of fame
In today’s world
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
there are no defiance’s
finer then a soldiers
in the night
fighting for his country
and all he believes is right
standing out there proud
while the Ballad of Tisavy plays on
In today’s world
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
gun shells
and fire fight
the replacement for moon beams
and star light
does she dream
in color
of a place called home
has the lover
replaced the gentle kiss
and soft sighs of surrender
for defending weakened borders
fallen governments and regimes
policing falling rights
and establishing new laws
In today’s world
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
Or are they there
looking to defend
a land of beauty
and mortality
thinking what a whore
war is to rape our youth
and innocence
Take from him
a life he hasn’t had
take from her
the brother or the dad
take from none
the love they never had
take from one
a world gone bad
In today’s world
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
a world gone bad
and for what outcome
for a soldier to steal a chance
to watch TV or visit his local home page
and read of the violence and ugly
of America abused by Americans
Does a tear fall from a soldiers eye
Being far from home
and watching his country die
gangs, obesity, preventable deaths
does he fall unsung , a hero less death
because America is selfish
and should be full of shame
a windows look at our hero’s hall of fame
In today’s world
In today’s fight
It may be a mother or a brother
a daughter or a son
a lover or a father
or someone out there
with no one
Bring them home
Boys don't cry
Boys don’t cry
why the hell do they care so much
about their pride
If they break down
they hurt their pride
Boys Don’t cry
He yells, "I don’t give a damn"
But he wont try
his folks don’t worry
Boys don’t cry
It would hurt his pride
He stands now with his girl
she is crying
she asks him why
he just says
Boys don’t cry
why the hell do they care so much
about their pride
If they break down
they hurt their pride
Boys Don’t cry
He yells, "I don’t give a damn"
But he wont try
his folks don’t worry
Boys don’t cry
It would hurt his pride
He stands now with his girl
she is crying
she asks him why
he just says
Boys don’t cry
breaking down borders
It is in the midst of night
my heart awakens
slamming violently upon my chest
grieving and begging to be set free
I awake in horror
of knowing it’s real
I beg and plead for it to settle
I block from my eyes
the visions of you
Eluding to me holding you
leading to a feeling
of the mounting emotion
upon what line I stand
wavering reality and fairy land
a huge misconception
That I can be loved
or even be allowed to love
Voices from the past
rape my mind
and push my heart back
to the other side
I brave the temptation of sleep
welcoming the blackness
and the quiet
forcing images of you out
resounding morbid poetry
slung aloud (least I should hear your voice)
my own terror of a lullaby
fighting to close my eyes
and I can’t
I cannot go with my emotions
I cannot force myself to listen
to me
I’ve made so many poor choices
so many
that I sit and allow
life to happen to me
If I listen to my heart
It screams for mercy
to tolerate
love and trust
my soul seeks to be touched
the challenge of love
knowing someone out there
you
may be right
oh how nice
it would be
to surrender
open my heart
say
here I am
let me love you
you will find not another
as patient and loyal and true
as I
offer to me
what I seek
allow love to flow
with no boundaries
allow me to touch you
as you touch me
and feel you soul to soul
an embrace
a look
a touch
an action
of breaking down the borders
my heart awakens
slamming violently upon my chest
grieving and begging to be set free
I awake in horror
of knowing it’s real
I beg and plead for it to settle
I block from my eyes
the visions of you
Eluding to me holding you
leading to a feeling
of the mounting emotion
upon what line I stand
wavering reality and fairy land
a huge misconception
That I can be loved
or even be allowed to love
Voices from the past
rape my mind
and push my heart back
to the other side
I brave the temptation of sleep
welcoming the blackness
and the quiet
forcing images of you out
resounding morbid poetry
slung aloud (least I should hear your voice)
my own terror of a lullaby
fighting to close my eyes
and I can’t
I cannot go with my emotions
I cannot force myself to listen
to me
I’ve made so many poor choices
so many
that I sit and allow
life to happen to me
If I listen to my heart
It screams for mercy
to tolerate
love and trust
my soul seeks to be touched
the challenge of love
knowing someone out there
you
may be right
oh how nice
it would be
to surrender
open my heart
say
here I am
let me love you
you will find not another
as patient and loyal and true
as I
offer to me
what I seek
allow love to flow
with no boundaries
allow me to touch you
as you touch me
and feel you soul to soul
an embrace
a look
a touch
an action
of breaking down the borders
Fine
I have been shattered
I have been Battered
I have been beaten
and abused
I withdrew upon myself
I didn’t want to feel
I shut my eyes
I built the walls
warm mortar and brick was laid
I was fine
I was happy
In the bed that I had made
and I blame you
for this lonely little spot
this tiny ache
upon my heart
you had to go and get my attention
You had to make me open my eyes
view a different perspective
and just as suddenly
you were gone
you were gone
I wanted to be alone
In my little hideaway
my little hole
I was never looking
It was all just a game
to relieve the boredom
I suspend from
everyday
And you walked in the door
what I was doing
I can’t say
I was half there
half away
and I offered no resistance
I wanted some place new
something different
and I did not know
It would lead to this
And I blame you
my walls were falling faster
then life ever knew
I told you things about me
that even I wasn’t sure I knew
and you shared some to
and I blame you
for this sudden indecision
this tiny little ache
you had to go and get my attention
deviate me from my perspective
make me feel you
as a person
and then you were gone
you were gone
I am left with dried mortar dust to settle
I will build that wall again
fill in any chinks or holes
I don’t want to feel again
there are too many Rabid people in this world
I will close my eyes
Drawn in upon myself
and have a promise
that again I will find
that peace
to be happy in the world
I make for myself
and I blame you
for making me feel again.
I have been Battered
I have been beaten
and abused
I withdrew upon myself
I didn’t want to feel
I shut my eyes
I built the walls
warm mortar and brick was laid
I was fine
I was happy
In the bed that I had made
and I blame you
for this lonely little spot
this tiny ache
upon my heart
you had to go and get my attention
You had to make me open my eyes
view a different perspective
and just as suddenly
you were gone
you were gone
I wanted to be alone
In my little hideaway
my little hole
I was never looking
It was all just a game
to relieve the boredom
I suspend from
everyday
And you walked in the door
what I was doing
I can’t say
I was half there
half away
and I offered no resistance
I wanted some place new
something different
and I did not know
It would lead to this
And I blame you
my walls were falling faster
then life ever knew
I told you things about me
that even I wasn’t sure I knew
and you shared some to
and I blame you
for this sudden indecision
this tiny little ache
you had to go and get my attention
deviate me from my perspective
make me feel you
as a person
and then you were gone
you were gone
I am left with dried mortar dust to settle
I will build that wall again
fill in any chinks or holes
I don’t want to feel again
there are too many Rabid people in this world
I will close my eyes
Drawn in upon myself
and have a promise
that again I will find
that peace
to be happy in the world
I make for myself
and I blame you
for making me feel again.
Bind my heart
Bind my heart to you
Let me feel you through
May I never know
what makes me unlovable
by men
May you know
the sorrow
of falling helplessly in love
Bind my heart to you
Let me feel you through
May I do something
spontaneous
Like marry you
No strings attached
the one thing
I ask you
Bind my heart to you
Let me feel you through
May I have the ambition
to impress
a man like you in my life
May I stop this feeling
of failure
at never having married
Bind my heart to you
Let me feel you through
You is any man and everyman
who has the courage to open
the door to my heart
To allow the emptiness to resound out
and go away
and make me feel
this want and need
the wonder and hunger
of how life could be
Bind me to your heart
Please feel me too
Bind my heart to you
and allow me
to feel you
By Jenn Ganoe
2003
#67
Let me feel you through
May I never know
what makes me unlovable
by men
May you know
the sorrow
of falling helplessly in love
Bind my heart to you
Let me feel you through
May I do something
spontaneous
Like marry you
No strings attached
the one thing
I ask you
Bind my heart to you
Let me feel you through
May I have the ambition
to impress
a man like you in my life
May I stop this feeling
of failure
at never having married
Bind my heart to you
Let me feel you through
You is any man and everyman
who has the courage to open
the door to my heart
To allow the emptiness to resound out
and go away
and make me feel
this want and need
the wonder and hunger
of how life could be
Bind me to your heart
Please feel me too
Bind my heart to you
and allow me
to feel you
By Jenn Ganoe
2003
#67
mindf**k
A few years ago I lost my inspiration.
A few years ago I gave up on myself.
A few years ago I went somewhere in my mind that I never want to go again.
A few months ago I met you.
You reminded me of all the things I wanted to be. You reminded me of all the people I wanted to be. You were like a slap in the face, a wake up call, and I listened.
What I heard was me inside crying to get out
A few years ago I gave up on myself.
A few years ago I went somewhere in my mind that I never want to go again.
A few months ago I met you.
You reminded me of all the things I wanted to be. You reminded me of all the people I wanted to be. You were like a slap in the face, a wake up call, and I listened.
What I heard was me inside crying to get out
Another Tear- 1988
Another Tear
Another tear
slides down my face
another step
into emptiness
then I opened my eyes
and saw you were gone
and
another tear
slides down my face
I had to close my eyes
I couldn’t watch
as you walked away
and
another tear
slides down my face
will you forget
will you remember
but as for now
it’s not to late
won’t you hesitate
turn back your pace
before
Another Tear
Slides down my face
to HFS IV
Another tear
slides down my face
another step
into emptiness
then I opened my eyes
and saw you were gone
and
another tear
slides down my face
I had to close my eyes
I couldn’t watch
as you walked away
and
another tear
slides down my face
will you forget
will you remember
but as for now
it’s not to late
won’t you hesitate
turn back your pace
before
Another Tear
Slides down my face
to HFS IV
Amanda's stories 2001-2002
the straw hat
the straw hat has tassels on it. they hang down and look like tire swings. litle tire swings. they sway back and forth in the win as you walk or run or play. princess molly is wearing the straw hat today as she works in her garden. she is planting tulips and iris bulbs. carefully she plucks each bulb and wipes it free of dirt. she then places each bulb in a hole in the ground. then covers it with fresh soil. as princess molly bends to plant her bulbs the tasels on the hat sway. this attracts the attention or MR Bug the cat. Mr bug appoaches her with caution... sneaking up... he pounces and swipes the hat right off the tiny princess head. the princess giggles and puts the hat back on her head. Mr Bug sits on his back legs and plays with the has as the princess plants the flower bulbs.
the end
... jack and his mom and the cow are going to have a party. mom sent jack to the store to buy party hats, ballons, and streamers. It is cows birthday. mom asks cow who she wants to invite. cow said you, jack and stick. who is stick? any stick will do , about as tall as me. jack , mom and cow have their party. they play pin the tail on the donkey and bobbing for apples. then cow takes the stick outside and hits he pinata with it. she eats candy while jack and mom eat cake and ice cream.
the end
there once was a princess and she was big and smart and strong and brave. Her name was molly. she liked to go on adventures. she had a pony, the pony was named sugar foot on the basis that he feet were white and he liked sugar. Sugar foot takes molly on many adventures....
~~ this is where molly fell asleep...
once upon a time there was a princess. the princess was very lonely . Her mom showed her how to draw pictures an put them in order to make stories. The princess did this with lall the little storeis she made up . The great kind would write under the pictures to tell her stories. The king taught her how to read the words. The princess would go to the apple orchard once a week and real her stories to other children in her village. This time came to be known as story hours.
1.18.05
There was a very sad little Fairy. She was so loney and bored, she did not know what to do. One day her mommy fairy brought her home a rose tree and magic soil that she bought from the town magician. The little fairy fell in love with the rose. It was so big and so beautiful. She planted it in the back corner of her garden and used the enchanted soil. She doofully watered it every day and watched as it grew. IT blossomed many fine roses all without thorns. It grew very tall into the sky. One day the Rose tree reached the clouds. On this the the little fairy climed the tree. When she got to the top she found that you cannot walk on clouds, you have to bounce. So she bounced on the clouds. Soon it made a big noise and a the first thunderstorm happened. The little fairy was very scared. She forgot to wiggle her wings to fly away, instead she wiggled her hands. She said OUCH. She couldnt get back like that and her dog jeter was barking at the bottom of the rose tree. He couldnt get up to reach her. She decided she could slide down the rose tree like a slide and ran to her mommy fairy. When she got home, she was not scared and was able to flutter her fairy wings into a hug from her mommy fairy. She gives her mommy fairy hugs and kisses and is happy. Now when the smallest fairy is unhappy or sad, she climbs her rose tree and bounces on the clouds. Her dog jeter is always there to welcome her back to the ground.
The end.
By Amanda Ganoe
Bedtime story 1.16.05
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A Princess girl named Miss Princess. She had a dog name priceless. The time was verry cold. She needed a jacket.
She looked far and near. She searched in every wardrobe in the castle. Until finally she finds a secret passage. The passage leads to an enchanted closet. In the closet she finds a green coat with gold and diamond trims. She take the coat from the closet and puts it on. She becomes invisible. The Invisible Miss Princess Girl.
Priceless starts to bark. Miss Princess agrees that the green coat is perfect. She can sneak outside and find snow and play in it without getting her butt warmed up. (FOR THE RECORD I"VE NEVER WARMED HER BUTT!!)
Outside the two head to play. Miss Princess’s mommy, the firefighter, notices that there are snowballs being throwen to Priceless and priceless is catching them. But the firefighter cannot see anyone throwing the snowballs. The fire fighter can see snow angels appearing from nowhere. She proclaims to the kingdom this is a new holiday. It is the day to be call forever as (laughing here) January 16, the day of the snow angels.
Miss Princess Girl comes back inside and eats cheese cracker and gives pricless her ppj sandwich and goes to bed. She hangs the green coat in her own closet and then goes to sleep.
the end.
Amanda is given a choice every evening if she would like a story read to her, if she would like to read a story or if she would like to make one up. She, in the last year has choosen to make up her own. I decided last night that as a MOM, it should be my responsibility to arcive the stories she tells. So, I have typed out last nights tale. Sorry for the misspellings, I’ve got no writing program right now. ONE more expense@!!!! So rather then backtrack, I am going to add them as she tells them from now forward. At least she got something from me! Creativity.
Also I will note the Characters she uses
Mommy - The Firefighter
Dad - the bunny ?? LOL.WTF
G’pa - King
G’ma - Fairy godmother
Russ- The dragon and or the pussycat LOL.. heeher kitty kitty .. LOL
Joe the jackass - the pegasus
Mr Ray (neighbor) the giant
Miss Susan (neighbor’s wife) the enchanted cook (??) is that possible?
Amanda - Miss Princess Mollyworm
Dog.. changes daily
and added yesterday (laughing here)
Dillian (neighbor’s g’son)- Prince Charming or the Prince or the sorrcer
Dalton (neighbors g’son lil bro) stable boy (FITTING)
Tony - is the snowball throwing tiger. uth huh. ok. LOL.
I think there are a few more, but I can’t remember them this second and she just told me it is NOT story time, i will find out later .... grrrrrrrrrr
the straw hat has tassels on it. they hang down and look like tire swings. litle tire swings. they sway back and forth in the win as you walk or run or play. princess molly is wearing the straw hat today as she works in her garden. she is planting tulips and iris bulbs. carefully she plucks each bulb and wipes it free of dirt. she then places each bulb in a hole in the ground. then covers it with fresh soil. as princess molly bends to plant her bulbs the tasels on the hat sway. this attracts the attention or MR Bug the cat. Mr bug appoaches her with caution... sneaking up... he pounces and swipes the hat right off the tiny princess head. the princess giggles and puts the hat back on her head. Mr Bug sits on his back legs and plays with the has as the princess plants the flower bulbs.
the end
... jack and his mom and the cow are going to have a party. mom sent jack to the store to buy party hats, ballons, and streamers. It is cows birthday. mom asks cow who she wants to invite. cow said you, jack and stick. who is stick? any stick will do , about as tall as me. jack , mom and cow have their party. they play pin the tail on the donkey and bobbing for apples. then cow takes the stick outside and hits he pinata with it. she eats candy while jack and mom eat cake and ice cream.
the end
there once was a princess and she was big and smart and strong and brave. Her name was molly. she liked to go on adventures. she had a pony, the pony was named sugar foot on the basis that he feet were white and he liked sugar. Sugar foot takes molly on many adventures....
~~ this is where molly fell asleep...
once upon a time there was a princess. the princess was very lonely . Her mom showed her how to draw pictures an put them in order to make stories. The princess did this with lall the little storeis she made up . The great kind would write under the pictures to tell her stories. The king taught her how to read the words. The princess would go to the apple orchard once a week and real her stories to other children in her village. This time came to be known as story hours.
1.18.05
There was a very sad little Fairy. She was so loney and bored, she did not know what to do. One day her mommy fairy brought her home a rose tree and magic soil that she bought from the town magician. The little fairy fell in love with the rose. It was so big and so beautiful. She planted it in the back corner of her garden and used the enchanted soil. She doofully watered it every day and watched as it grew. IT blossomed many fine roses all without thorns. It grew very tall into the sky. One day the Rose tree reached the clouds. On this the the little fairy climed the tree. When she got to the top she found that you cannot walk on clouds, you have to bounce. So she bounced on the clouds. Soon it made a big noise and a the first thunderstorm happened. The little fairy was very scared. She forgot to wiggle her wings to fly away, instead she wiggled her hands. She said OUCH. She couldnt get back like that and her dog jeter was barking at the bottom of the rose tree. He couldnt get up to reach her. She decided she could slide down the rose tree like a slide and ran to her mommy fairy. When she got home, she was not scared and was able to flutter her fairy wings into a hug from her mommy fairy. She gives her mommy fairy hugs and kisses and is happy. Now when the smallest fairy is unhappy or sad, she climbs her rose tree and bounces on the clouds. Her dog jeter is always there to welcome her back to the ground.
The end.
By Amanda Ganoe
Bedtime story 1.16.05
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A Princess girl named Miss Princess. She had a dog name priceless. The time was verry cold. She needed a jacket.
She looked far and near. She searched in every wardrobe in the castle. Until finally she finds a secret passage. The passage leads to an enchanted closet. In the closet she finds a green coat with gold and diamond trims. She take the coat from the closet and puts it on. She becomes invisible. The Invisible Miss Princess Girl.
Priceless starts to bark. Miss Princess agrees that the green coat is perfect. She can sneak outside and find snow and play in it without getting her butt warmed up. (FOR THE RECORD I"VE NEVER WARMED HER BUTT!!)
Outside the two head to play. Miss Princess’s mommy, the firefighter, notices that there are snowballs being throwen to Priceless and priceless is catching them. But the firefighter cannot see anyone throwing the snowballs. The fire fighter can see snow angels appearing from nowhere. She proclaims to the kingdom this is a new holiday. It is the day to be call forever as (laughing here) January 16, the day of the snow angels.
Miss Princess Girl comes back inside and eats cheese cracker and gives pricless her ppj sandwich and goes to bed. She hangs the green coat in her own closet and then goes to sleep.
the end.
Amanda is given a choice every evening if she would like a story read to her, if she would like to read a story or if she would like to make one up. She, in the last year has choosen to make up her own. I decided last night that as a MOM, it should be my responsibility to arcive the stories she tells. So, I have typed out last nights tale. Sorry for the misspellings, I’ve got no writing program right now. ONE more expense@!!!! So rather then backtrack, I am going to add them as she tells them from now forward. At least she got something from me! Creativity.
Also I will note the Characters she uses
Mommy - The Firefighter
Dad - the bunny ?? LOL.WTF
G’pa - King
G’ma - Fairy godmother
Russ- The dragon and or the pussycat LOL.. heeher kitty kitty .. LOL
Joe the jackass - the pegasus
Mr Ray (neighbor) the giant
Miss Susan (neighbor’s wife) the enchanted cook (??) is that possible?
Amanda - Miss Princess Mollyworm
Dog.. changes daily
and added yesterday (laughing here)
Dillian (neighbor’s g’son)- Prince Charming or the Prince or the sorrcer
Dalton (neighbors g’son lil bro) stable boy (FITTING)
Tony - is the snowball throwing tiger. uth huh. ok. LOL.
I think there are a few more, but I can’t remember them this second and she just told me it is NOT story time, i will find out later .... grrrrrrrrrr
51 through 61
51)
Sitting somewhere
which is nowhere
thinking something
which is nothing
52)
You think your bad
you think your cool
put up your dukes
you little fool
53)
The flame is there
it burns and dies
the flame is strong
it tells no lies
54)
It’s a world of illusion
It’s a world of fate
It’s time for decisions
if your not to late
55)
Go places
your imagination
can capture the
satisfied spirit
of a profession ...
rock music
56)
Once I saw a unicorn in a cloud
so, I took a picture
and when it developed
I no longer saw
the red and orange unicorn gallop
57)
The words in a song
have a meaning
Do you hear?
The song is so pretty
It is sweet and romantic
Can we dance?
It is a Rock Ballad
I think it is beautiful
But
alas,
it is only a song
58)
A poem can have lots of meaning
if you try to understand
the mind holds all the secrets
the thoughts could come rushing at you
any minute
and open a new door
wander a little
think of your past
now that it is over
you’ve been through a lot
Run and take cover
59)
Sometimes I wish
I wish crazy things
I wonder if
they will ever come true
I wish on the first star
I know I am a fool
But, when will my wish
of you
ever come true
60)
Bright and shinny
the stars so light
how can I sleep
It is a wonderful night
the moos is high
way
way up in the sky
There is a shadow
of a unicorn across it
I wonder why
61)
If dreams are all you’ve got ...
then hold on to them ....
Do not let them go.
Sitting somewhere
which is nowhere
thinking something
which is nothing
52)
You think your bad
you think your cool
put up your dukes
you little fool
53)
The flame is there
it burns and dies
the flame is strong
it tells no lies
54)
It’s a world of illusion
It’s a world of fate
It’s time for decisions
if your not to late
55)
Go places
your imagination
can capture the
satisfied spirit
of a profession ...
rock music
56)
Once I saw a unicorn in a cloud
so, I took a picture
and when it developed
I no longer saw
the red and orange unicorn gallop
57)
The words in a song
have a meaning
Do you hear?
The song is so pretty
It is sweet and romantic
Can we dance?
It is a Rock Ballad
I think it is beautiful
But
alas,
it is only a song
58)
A poem can have lots of meaning
if you try to understand
the mind holds all the secrets
the thoughts could come rushing at you
any minute
and open a new door
wander a little
think of your past
now that it is over
you’ve been through a lot
Run and take cover
59)
Sometimes I wish
I wish crazy things
I wonder if
they will ever come true
I wish on the first star
I know I am a fool
But, when will my wish
of you
ever come true
60)
Bright and shinny
the stars so light
how can I sleep
It is a wonderful night
the moos is high
way
way up in the sky
There is a shadow
of a unicorn across it
I wonder why
61)
If dreams are all you’ve got ...
then hold on to them ....
Do not let them go.
51 through 61
51)
Sitting somewhere
which is nowhere
thinking something
which is nothing
52)
You think your bad
you think your cool
put up your dukes
you little fool
53)
The flame is there
it burns and dies
the flame is strong
it tells no lies
54)
It’s a world of illusion
It’s a world of fate
It’s time for decisions
if your not to late
55)
Go places
your imagination
can capture the
satisfied spirit
of a profession ...
rock music
56)
Once I saw a unicorn in a cloud
so, I took a picture
and when it developed
I no longer saw
the red and orange unicorn gallop
57)
The words in a song
have a meaning
Do you hear?
The song is so pretty
It is sweet and romantic
Can we dance?
It is a Rock Ballad
I think it is beautiful
But
alas,
it is only a song
58)
A poem can have lots of meaning
if you try to understand
the mind holds all the secrets
the thoughts could come rushing at you
any minute
and open a new door
wander a little
think of your past
now that it is over
you’ve been through a lot
Run and take cover
59)
Sometimes I wish
I wish crazy things
I wonder if
they will ever come true
I wish on the first star
I know I am a fool
But, when will my wish
of you
ever come true
60)
Bright and shinny
the stars so light
how can I sleep
It is a wonderful night
the moos is high
way
way up in the sky
There is a shadow
of a unicorn across it
I wonder why
61)
If dreams are all you’ve got ...
then hold on to them ....
Do not let them go.
Sitting somewhere
which is nowhere
thinking something
which is nothing
52)
You think your bad
you think your cool
put up your dukes
you little fool
53)
The flame is there
it burns and dies
the flame is strong
it tells no lies
54)
It’s a world of illusion
It’s a world of fate
It’s time for decisions
if your not to late
55)
Go places
your imagination
can capture the
satisfied spirit
of a profession ...
rock music
56)
Once I saw a unicorn in a cloud
so, I took a picture
and when it developed
I no longer saw
the red and orange unicorn gallop
57)
The words in a song
have a meaning
Do you hear?
The song is so pretty
It is sweet and romantic
Can we dance?
It is a Rock Ballad
I think it is beautiful
But
alas,
it is only a song
58)
A poem can have lots of meaning
if you try to understand
the mind holds all the secrets
the thoughts could come rushing at you
any minute
and open a new door
wander a little
think of your past
now that it is over
you’ve been through a lot
Run and take cover
59)
Sometimes I wish
I wish crazy things
I wonder if
they will ever come true
I wish on the first star
I know I am a fool
But, when will my wish
of you
ever come true
60)
Bright and shinny
the stars so light
how can I sleep
It is a wonderful night
the moos is high
way
way up in the sky
There is a shadow
of a unicorn across it
I wonder why
61)
If dreams are all you’ve got ...
then hold on to them ....
Do not let them go.
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