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A Chicken Carol

December 16, 2022December 16, 2022 Jeeni

It was the week before Christmas
and all through the house
there wasn’t a sound
‘cept for that damn mouse

A Gardener's Words, Poetry by Jeeni Christmas Carol parody, chickens in the garden

Put Aside

November 21, 2022November 21, 2022 Jeeni

assuming there is an unlimited supply
days months years

A Human's Words lost opportunity, ghosting, time lost

A Sashiko Life

August 31, 2022August 31, 2022 Jeeni

You might sayshe stitched her life in a loose-wove cloth Examined closelyyou can see the flawszigzagging where it should have […]

A Woman's Words, Poetry by Jeeni Sashiko stitching, sewing, embroidery, creativity, textile art, fabric arts, weaving, fiber arts

3AM

May 9, 2022May 9, 2022 Jeeni

when we are literally sick and tired,
we turn back, and see others running behind us
with a bit more energy,

An Activist's Words, Poetry by Jeeni Hope, activism, generations

A Mother’s Border Policy

April 14, 2022June 5, 2022 Jeeni

We don’t need the wisdom of Solomon to prioritize
all of the desperate human beings knocking at our door.

An Activist's Words, Poetry by Jeeni Central American Immigrants, Hatian Immigrants, Seeking Asylum, immigration, refugees, border policies, immigrants, Southern Border, Afghan Refugees, Ukranian Refugees

Why I Collect Cobalt Glass

December 5, 2021June 5, 2022 Jeeni

Old enough to know she shouldn’t touch them,
although she often did.
Old enough to sound out the words
embossed on their labels:
Evening in Paris
Perfume
Cologne
Eau de Toilette
Toilet water in a bottle?
She would puzzle the why of it.

A Woman's Words, Poetry by Jeeni cobalt blue, cobalt glass, Evening in Paris, perfume, memories of my mother, eau de toillete, cologne

Your Last Lie

September 28, 2021June 5, 2022 Jeeni

While you were snickering and sniveling,palms circling together in sinister delight,as you yelped, Gotcha again, libtard! While regurgitated liesslithered through […]

Poetry by Jeeni, An Activist's Words, A Human's Words Climate Crisis, Social Media Trolls, Cyberbullying
Atlantic City Steel Pier in the 60s

Atlantic City 1964

August 22, 2021June 5, 2022 Jeeni

When my grandmother took me with her on her annual summer vacation to Atlantic City, it was not anything like I had expected.

A Human's Words, Poetry by Jeeni childhood memory, pre-teen experience, Atlantic City in the 60's, old-fashioned grandmother, mental illness
Selfie with Juan

Seeing You in the New Hampshire Light

July 3, 2021June 5, 2022 Jeeni

Posted a selfie of the two of us(Would that be an us-ie?)Kept looking at your face in the photoSomething was […]

A Human's Words, Poetry by Jeeni, The Franklin Chronicles physical appearance, beard, native pony tail

A Love Poem to Poetry

May 28, 2021June 5, 2022 Jeeni

Sticky stuff of cadence and rhyme,
repeated by humankind since vowels and consonants
first combined as stories passed from
fires to phones, stubbornly persist.

An Activist's Words, Poetry by Jeeni poet, poetry, political poet

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