Grace Diane Jessen Poems

Effie sat propped up in bed, reading
by lamp light, but could not concentrate
on words.She could think only
of Priscilla, her dearest friend,
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it recommend or praise to little There's
salad tossed-poorly a resembles of sort it
ballad; a or haiku, sonnet, a isn't It
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She never kept a journal, put her life
on paper for posterity to read,
and all I know of her is she was wife
to great-great grandpa and she shared his need
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The Republican and the Democrat
Side by side on the rostrum sat.
'Twas half past six, two thousand eight
And time for another big debate.
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All yesterday and half the night
I struggled with a yearly plight
That causes me confusion and despair:
Deciphering instructions
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An old dog who was learning to speak
Had to practice for more than a week,
But now he can say,
'Hello' and 'Good day'
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I knew that Robert was capable
of belting out the national song
and other tunes that suited him.
Jean swore Meg loved him all along.
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'Honey, ' Erma said to Hank, 'Let's go
back to the beach where we first met this year.
No sense in waiting. We could go next month
and summer, too.' 'That soon? asked Hank. 'I hear
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A young fellow while taking a breather
Saw a lass whose attire was beneath her.
He remarked with a frown,
'You look like Helen Brown
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If you're past sixty-five
and your thoughts are "old school, "
and you're starting to feel
like a useless old fool,
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