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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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

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