Caged Bird Free Verse poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Caged Bird

I am perched here in the shadows
of my pain.  I hibernate now
my feathers torn and plucked, fallen
my mind ripped to shreds.  Bitterness

sets in and my sorrows are deep.
I lost my lover and scattered
thoughts of love today descended
into a rocky abyss fills

my caged soul.  My love feels wounded
like the fragile bird that refrains
from breathing.  Daggers pierced my soul.

Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 24, 2012

"The Human Mind Is like an Umbrella. It Functions Best When Open." - Walter Gropins

I read this saying today and liked it.


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My Tough Skin a Free Verse Poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

My Tough Skin

Loving, loving, really loving praise,
yet sometimes we need to accept the
other not so nice criticism.
Sweet, sassy, lovingly said words are
what we love to hear, ultimately
the stuff that is going to create us
into the stronger writer is the
negative stuff that is expressed  by
others that you need to improve your
craft.  We all need to get off our not
so lovely writers wreck from timely
manner.  The hurtful words, dig in and
gut us from the inside out.  Toughens
us and makes a more durable force
to proceed with a new way to see.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 20, 2012

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She looks a little fragile, but inside her skin is tough.

Images In Time a Free Verse Poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Images in Time


I have been printing up pictures
and now scattered images are
frozen in monotonous time.
Vivid details of moments gone,
but not forgotten.  My archives
spread out upon pure pink fabric,
adding to the asthetic touch.
Image of Nana, gone but in
spirit she lives upon the print,
pristine beauty that she once was.
Images of flowers, roses
and drawings of dolls so gothic
and yet beautiful fragileness
revealed.  Blythe dolls with creepy eyes
and skinny dresses.  Displayed with
photographic charms upon my
little photos destined to be
blank greeting cards to write upon.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 20, 2012

I got busy over the last few days printing up these little sizes of my photos and I am putting them on handmade greeting cards.  Fun.  Fun.  Fun.

And I have recently learned something new about my poetry.  I've been calling it poetry for a long time.  I always thought I was writing poetry.  Another writer at Triond recently put the bug in my ear that I was writing free verse and that my stuff was not a poem.  I was told about meter and he stressed rhyming.

Which in fact, I don't have to rhyme to have it be poetry, but I discovered that a poem has to have rhythm or meter.  So I looked it up today on ehow or ask.com  and learned something new.

So hopefully now I will be actually writing free verse poetry.  With meter or rhythm.

But as far as I am concerned, by older stuff still has a lot of importance even though I wasn't writing in meter.  Words are still powerful in any context.

Dreams a Free Verse Poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Dreams

My dormant body seems to be resting.
I guess I could be Ophelia
lying still in the murky waters.
I'm grasping the water lilies and
the nearby weeds that are
tangling around my legs.
Suddenly, I am dreaming and I
can't seem to wake up.
I'm dreaming that I am a patient
and I'm awaiting the doctor's results.
Yet, I kind of
don't know why I am there.
And then they seem to be
simply shocked when they see
me floating into mid air.
It's a trick that I possess in my dreams.
I've done it many times.
I just float and find myself
lingering above others and
I am suspended.
And then, in I'm suddenly
investigating their toilets
and can't understand why
all the toilets in my dream
are so high. 
I can't get on them.
Well, finally I woke up
and when I went into the bathroom,
I almost fell off the toilet.
I guess my dream
was trying to tell me
something.

Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 19, 2012

Photo Moments a Free Verse Poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Photo Moments

There is a simple joy
in gathering up my pictures.
I linger into the pc
and search through my archives.
Roses, peonies, and daisies.
Pictures of my children,
when they were really little
and more recently, today.
Pictures of dolls,
Blythe, Pullip, and my bride dolls.
I have been printing out
little wallets and am
excited about putting them
on my handmade greeting cards.
I love lingering over
all the pictures I have taken
in the years past.
Photo girl, and picture pages.
Lingering a while longer.

Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 19, 2012

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Creative Flow a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Creative Flow

How do you begin to start your day?
Are you one to ponder?
One to stop and smell the roses?
Or are you the person
that just sits and waits for something
to happen that is going to be great?
Sometimes, I just go by
what my mood tells me.
I'm a go with the flow
kind of gal.
I just try to go with
what seems to motivate me.
Sometimes it is a picture,
or a photo that inspires me.
And then it is a creative idea
that floats around inside my head.
Sometimes it tends to stay there
and it doesn't sink in.
Other times the idea
rushes out and slices into me.
Awakening a fresh thought
that is going to turn into something.
I really have no set pattern.
I just go with the moment.
And sometimes it just
seems to evolve.
I'm no set structured girl.
I don't rhyme, sonnet or haiku.
I just go with the flow
of my words
and somehow something takes root.
So what I would say to you
is that if you have something,
go with it.
Your creativity is calling you.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 15, 2012


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I'm excited about creating a Gothic Girls Paper Doll line in the future and a cool Bella Swan one.  Just seem to have so many projects going on right now.

And silly me hasn't sewn or knitted in a few years so have been craving doing some little projects along with a big knitted skirt for me.  AND HOPEFULLY IT FITS!  The last one (same pattern) was made of all wool and shrunk.  And I threw it out.  After all that time to make it.  Out with the trash.

Hold onto the Dawn a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Hold onto the Dawn
As the first rays of light
filter through the lace curtains.
Fresh light pours into
my day.
Awakening thoughts and moods
to hold onto this new dawn.
Wish it would last forever

and the newness would
linger into tomorrow.
Alas, as the dawn fades away
into the snowy afternoon
and evening falls,
I await and pray
for a glorious new dawn
to wake again
and embrace the moment.

Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 7, 2012



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Love Dreams a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Love Dreams
Sweet little visions
materialize in my head
as I sleep upon
cushiony softness.
I'm floating on cloud nine
as I dream of
delicious tomorrows.
Kisses and caresses,
words of promise
and hope for a brand new life.
Dreams of sweet nothings
hop over fences
above my head.
My eyes are closed
but my mind is wandering.
Lovely dreams
of love and hope
to maybe turn into
reality for me to hold.

Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 7, 2012

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A Girl and Her Canoe a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

A Girl and Her Canoe
I sat in my canoe, grabbing hold of the oars.
The wind blew my hair
in scattered strands.
I slowly began to row
myself out to sea.
Sullen sorrow stormed into my life
and rocked my sheltered world.
My one and only died yesterday.
Fell from a mountain and crashed
to bloody death.
I can't cry any more tears,
as God didn't remember
to fill up my tank.
Here I am suddenly
battling oncoming waves.
The sea's murky hands
are going to swallow me whole.
I don't care. 
I'm already dead.
I can see my lover's eyes now,
the wait won't be
too much longer.
Capsized canoe
and my body is sinking
to murky nothingness.
Good-bye and hello.  Love.

Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 6, 2012

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Little Delights a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

                                                   my roses for the cover of Black Roses mystery novel I self published.



Little Delights

How little things tend to beckon
me to them. 
The thought of tiny little roses
sewn into my knitted skirt
makes me long for little delights.
Turkish delights,
chocolate bonbons,
ribbon candy,
and peppermint.
Sweet mouthfuls
slowly being savored.
And as I write and knit
and sew and think,
I want to take a break
and share in tiny little things.
Scattered kisses in the moonlight,
slow walks under a starry night.
Stolen memories
to hold close to my heart.
Sinful dark chocolate
lindt candies
slowly melting in my mouth.
Silken petals
from roses,
the fresh ones
to linger over a week.
All these delights I want.
I wish.
I long for.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 5, 2012

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Container a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Container

Oh what do we seem
to live in?
Is it that of a glass jar
or an invisible container
surrounding our world.
And then we ourselves
are containers.
We've got these
imaginary boundaries
that we can't seem to escape.
They seem to trap
us and keep us in the moment
of now.
We stay the same
and sometimes
we don't bother to change.
Our containers sometimes
stay unwatered.
Our roots and blooms
become deprived.
Oh what a container
we have put ourselves in.
Go find our hammer
and shatter the walls
that seal it tight.
Break boundaries
and discover the space beyond.
Our container is just
a shelter that won't
let us grow.


Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 3, 2012







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Lovely Little Words a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Lovely Little Words


Yes, yes, I love you so
you are the world
and I am the mesh
that molds to you.
Mesh my world
and rock me softly
I am for you,
you are for me.
Lovely little words
flow only for you
whisper to me of
a love that breathes.
Mesh my world
and I'll blend with you
Yes, yes, I love you so
you are the world
and I am the mesh.
Blend with me
baby, blend.
I'll exist for you
and you alone.
yes, yes, I love you so.


Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 2, 2012

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Charcoal Notes a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Charcoal Notes

I have been sitting here
lonely at the campfire.
I wrote a poem and I
have been reading it
and my eyes are swollen
from weeping.
A tear sprung from
my baby blue eyes
and I am split up inside.
My innards are crawling
and are festering
with pain.
How do I tell you
how I feel.
Love kept leaving,
and I was cringing
with fear of losing myself
along the way.
I looked into the flames
that rippled and smoked.
I felt that I must
throw caution to the wind
and destroy my words.
Sorrow seeped into them
and anger too.
I've got to do it.
I don't want him to see.
He can't read it.
It holds a secret
so lethal and deadly.
I've got to rid myself
of what this poem holds.
Do it now
or else face the wrath.
He might come back
and strangle me if he
found out what I wrote.
I can't let him see it.
I can't believe I wrote it.
But the confused daze in me
beckoned me to write it.
So now I hold out
my tired hand
and I tossed the
hurtful poem into the
orange brightness.
And suddenly gray,
then black, charcoal.
Flecks of paper floated
into the fiery depths
and suddenly nothing.
Nothing to bite back
and hurt.
Simply charcoal and dust.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 2, 2012


A story poem.  I might from time to time write poems of sadness too even though my life is great.  I want to write poems that are going to touch anyone and provoke thoughts.  It might actually help someone heal from something painful.

And actually long ago, when my life was in agony, I wrote stuff in anger and I did indeed throw things away.  Some things are better gone.  I wouldn't want my children to read some things.  As it is there are going to be some hurtful things they will read someday, but it is my story of my life and a painful time, so they need to know when I am dead.  But not now.

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Little Black Dress a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Little Black Dress

I woke up this morning and looked
into my closet. 
It was dark and full of vibrant
colored clothing of all shapes and sizes.
But anyhow,
they were my shape.
I was at a loss at what to pick.
Was it going to also be a sign
of oncoming writers block?
Oh no!!!!!
And I looked at the dainty lace top
and wondered if I should wear it.
With my pretty purple skirt.
No.
I don't want that Louisa May Alcott
style today.
I don't want to be prim and proper.
I want to be a rebel.
Hmmm....
How about that leather jacket
that I have never worn
with a sleazy little tank top
that's gonna show my cleavage.
Naw......
Then I saw it resting next to
the rehearsal dinner dress
that will never fit me again.
Not in this lifetime.
The little black dress caught my eye.
Yes.
I want to be a little harlot tonight.
My other half will love it.
Yes, I want to be a bad girl.
Forget the good.
Yup,
I just knocked that little angel
off my shoulders.
She's gone.
So, I pulled out the little black dress
and tried to get it on.
I pulled and pulled
and tried my hardest to get
the thing to fit.
Then I cursed.
"What has happened?
Did some bugs come into the night
and sinch it tighter each night?"
Well,
then it took a few moments
to get the little black dress off.
I ended up settling for the bulky pink sweater
and the pink sweatpants
and when I see my other half
he'd rather see me in my birthday suit.


Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 2, 2012

And how many of us can fit into something like this?  I certainly can't.  Some of us have had kids and can't get back to this.


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Telephone a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Telephone

Have you heard of a long ago game?

Telephone?

It's been passed down for centuries.

Many people can play it,

or sometimes just two or three players.

It usually starts off like this.

"Did you know that Sally said her

husband has had an affair

and that Sally caught them in bed together."

Rumor spreads.

"Did you hear that Sally has had

an affair on her husband?  Her sister

caught her and her lover kissing

in the park."

Spreads like wild fire.

"Did you hear that Sally's brother

has killed Sally's friend for having an

affair with Sally's cousin?"

And on and on and on.

And it suddenly becomes

so far away

from the truth.


Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 2, 2012

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Zesty Orange a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Zesty Orange

Evangelean peeled her orange

and began to cry  for

her soul had been pulverized.

Her thoughts had been revealed

and her secrets had been

exposed.

Now she felt as if

her sanctuary had been gone

from her world.

So as she peeled

her perfect fruit,

she wished that her life

was flawless.

And it wasn't,

yet the zest of her fruit

was suddenly pouring

into her life

and making her see that

perhaps she could go on

and survive.

Nobody could take her zest

away from her.

She popped the fruit

into her mouth

and shoved the secrets

back into their drawer.

No more secrets.

Or so she would think.



Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 2, 2012

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Shattered Hearts a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Shattered Hearts

I floated into the wind

and my heart stopped cold.

I suddenly didn't love him

anymore.

Why?  Why?  Why?

It wasn't in the cards

for me to stay.

I loved him once

and then he changed.

And the hurt started coming.

I had to leave.

Yet, I felt torn.

I was forced to leave my kids.

Because of a wrongly accused

disease.  I didn't have it,

but the judge gave them to him

because of the lie.

It wasn't fair.

But I still loved them.

I am their mother

and nobody can take that

away from me.

Yet my heart got shattered

and I couldn't stay.

And now it is repaired

and new love has entered.




Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted January 30, 2012

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Withering Roses a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Withering Roses

Oh, I sat in the seat of my car

thinking of beautiful roses.

Pristine pink petals

sifted through my mind.

I loved feeling the silkiness

of their petal soft skin.

And I sat at the drivers seat

thinking of how I would write

this sweet scented poem.

Suddenly I was stopped

and watched the rolling train

go by.

My window was open

when it should have been shut.

Damn it all!

Suddenly, my thoughts

of those beautiful roses

simply rolled itself out of the door.

And I watched in agony

as my precious words or roses

floated underneath the tracks

and that awful train

carelessly crushed my

roses.  And my words were gone.

Withered roses

wilted and trampled.

Gone.

Damn.


Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted January 30, 2012

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