Jacquelyn Turnage Poems
- The Prophet You were Mr. How-Do-You-Do And Mr. ...
- The Drowning Man Words like tattered sails Fail to harness ...
- Darfur March on, continue on dark one With your little poor ...
- Frozen Rancid remnants on porcelain Dust ...
- Delineation Beyond parted velveteen lips A dilapidated ...
I try to refrain from idealizing life. I treasure all things impefect (thrive in it, really) and abhor anything that's too predictable. I am curt, brash, and just about everything I say I mean. I'm the first to laugh at myself. I am grossly loyal to those I love, sometimes to a fault. I've never done anything that I regret-a rotten childhood followed by a series of crippling events leading up to and continuing into adulthood has given me a thrist for life. I live to see more, to taste more, to do more... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about Jacquelyn Turnage
You were Mr. How-Do-You-Do
And Mr. Holier-Than-Thou
All and none of these personalities conjunct
You worked inevitably, beautifully against me
Dismantling my reality
Gifting me delusion and bitterness
Consuming what little dignity I had left
And Holding the dinner bell over my head
Saying “Come Get Some Whilst It’s Still Hot! ”
You served spoiled food to the needy
And broke bread like the Christ-child
A nauseating version of a sacrificial lamb
Clutching your cross like a sword
And your ignorance like a shield.
You were ...