Jerome Green
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Pastime trenz pruca
Hometown seattle, washington
job photographer
interests landscape, portrait, travel
Poem Titles
> MAX AND THE DUCK THAT
GOES KWACK-A-DOODLE-DO
> THE WONDER OF IT ALL
> AS I LAY DYING
> EROS
> FADED FLOWERS
MAX AND THE DUCK THAT GOES
KWACK-A-DOODLE-DO
There was a lad named MAX
Who loved ducks for their Kwacks,
Kwack-a-doodle KwackKwack.
Kwack-a-doodle-do
MAX heard someone say a duck is a bird.
That's absurd, MAX demurred.
They don't chirp like birds,
Instead they go
Kwack-a-doodle KwackKwack
Kwack-a-doodle-do.
MAX has a duck
He calls GERTRUDE
Who like MAX is never curt or rude.
GERTRUDE has no nest
In which to keep her brood
Like birds do.
Never uncouth or crude
GERTRUDE coos to her brood
And goes Kwack-a-doodle KwackKwack
Kwack-a-doodle do.
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THE WONDER OF IT ALL
When you're growing old
And are attracted to a person
With whom to share affection
But who doesn't reciprocate,
You feel the same as when you first experienced
The flush of love that in your youth had
Drawn you to another who scorned you for your trouble
Leaving you feeling torn and forlorn.
Friends reassure me now -
Of other beauties to behold
But it's different - I'm at another place
My last good times are near
And however much 1 mask any fear,
Will soon be gone forever,
As I struggle not to season
This sweet sorrow with a tear.
Yes the dying embers still glow, so
I take a stick to stir them once more
Now glowing red again
To help me reach my grasp
As they did when I was young
Yet knowing now that this glow
Will soon turn to ash
And be swept into a vast wind
Where I'll disappear forever
- As I stand here staring out at the wonder of it all.
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AS I LAY DYING
As I lay dying ...
I come to you with a rose
To feast upon your beauty
Your glance, your smile,
Your eyes and lips
Your innocence
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EROS
Sexual feeling is a mystery
That throbs deep inside
A life force that connects
One to another ...
Causing me to yearn
For the beauty of
Your mind and body ...
To keep me alive
Giving and taking
From deep inside.
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FADED FLOWERS
Faded flowers usually don’t match
They’re already old hat
For a moment they may attach
To a needy body . . . and
Should clouds open to let warmth in
. . . just a droplet or two is all . . .
Deep colors will
Ignite and explode the . . .
Beauty in your eyes
Before it suibsides
And passes by.
