Tony Jennett

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Tony Jennett Poems

1. Why Do I Cry By Linda K Marsh The Inspiration For 'Why You Cry' 12/10/2005
2. Tinkers 9/27/2005
3. Litany 9/30/2005
4. Waiting For The Train 9/27/2005
5. Pyewhacket 10/12/2005
6. For Gordon 1930 - 2005 11/13/2005
7. Christmas Corrupt 1/3/2006
8. Landfall 9/27/2005
9. Dawn 9/27/2005
10. Suttee 9/28/2005
11. Scrapheap 11/29/2005
12. The New Cannon Fodder 12/6/2005
13. Ecocycle 10/3/2005
14. Nightwatch 9/27/2005
15. Day's End 11/4/2005
16. Crater 10/6/2005
17. Igloo 12/6/2005
18. Departure 10/7/2005
19. Judas 11/4/2005
20. A Child's View 3/14/2006
21. L.E.G 11/28/2005
22. To The Over-Tender 10/10/2005
23. A Grumpy Old Man 6/3/2006
24. A Muse Whispers 10/8/2005
25. Autumn 10/3/2005

Comments about Tony Jennett

  • Shaw Gunn (9/29/2006 11:20:00 PM)

    Grumpy Old Man... very wise ass and funny. I aspire to my own variation on this as the years mount up (no bitterness please though) . Thanks for the humor. S.

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  • THE LAST REMNANT OF SANITY BIDS YOU ADIEU (11/15/2005 5:55:00 AM)

    Yawn....big stretch.....zzzzzzz.......thanks....you've cured my insomnia....and again...if you've read one - you've read them all. Nothing new here.

Best Poem of Tony Jennett

Autumn

I scour the cottage for signs of past presence
L ike a famished orphan at the erstwhile site
O f a long-spilled rice-sack, grubbing some essence,
V estige of sustenance. Hope gutters fitfully not quite
E xtinguished. I stroke reverently the seat-belt strap


Y ou wore in my vehicle. Your coffee-cup a Holy Grail.
O n my hearth a ghostly print, hazard-hap
U nder your leaning hand, now cold as winter's hail


A t a stranger's touch but under mine, burning
L ike the coals contained within. The wind,
W histled down by winter's inevitable ...

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Tinkers

Not Poets, please! I beg. That's far too grand for us
Not Wordsmiths, though that is within our radius.
Tinkers rather, for we take word coins and rub them in the dirt
And shine them with its earthy power to make them bright and pert
And solder them together in ways not done before
So each one strikes another's fire and they all glow the more;
And sometimes hammer them a bit (but gently! hand of mine)
And drill and dress each syllable and push it into line.
But, so the whole should ne

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