Connetta Jean
Connetta Jean Poems
'I don't like Poetry'
Said the husband to the wife..
'I've no time for such things
I live a Farmers life'
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I can't afford the price of gas
can't eat and pay my rent
spend every day workin'
just to cover what's been spent.
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Last i saw her she was drivin'
with the top down on her car
Headed east on Hampton road
Lookin' like a movie star.
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The foreman down at the factory
just laid off Jake he was hired after me
Lord, i'm moving right down that senority line
I ain't good at doing unemployment time
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i started a seed
planted in early spring
Now July has ended
and she's a beautiful thing..
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Jeb Martin lived on a family farm
just out side of Old Jack town.
when a man named Rosco
started nosin his nose around..
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Back On my feet again.....
Unemployments running out
I'm so tired of interviews
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Met up with a old friend
at the corner of fifth and main
i was waiting for a light to turn
he was standing in the pourin' rain.
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There's a place up on the hill top
on a road with cat tails growing in water colored rust..
No houses for miles, just catales
that we was leaving in a cloud of dust..
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You could hear the back door slam
all the way across town
the night you slamed that old screen door
and the words that you was a saying
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The cost of living's rising every day
when there ain't no work a man can't pay
when there's farmers not farming and white collars blue in jail
you know the working man just got Cut all to Helll.
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he called me last Sunday
said 'Babe are you free?
deep down in side i
felt chills run through me.
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In a building down off first street
is a shelter from the wind and rain
the reality of winters chill
is why most of them came
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I went to pay the bills today
and ask them to give me awhile
to catch up on the ones
way past due right now..
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Remember that old fire place
we sat in front of
talking girl and taking
time out to make love
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I love a old gravel road
with numbers (no name)
on hot summer evenings
still wet from the rain..
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While waiting for a bus
there came a man
dressed in raggy clothes
and a 3 day beard..
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Connetta Jean Biography
I've written poetry since my first memories as a child. my Parents and Grandparents always said i rhymed words before i could read or write...they encouraged me throughout my life to keep writing new poems. I Believe poetry found me, and has always followed me around. It's who I am, something i can't change about myself. Poet will be written on my tombstone. A lot of the work posted here, is from my early years..before my computor and blog days. Some of the poems i've listed was written to pictures I've taken. (the picture came 1st) , i recommend anyone who enjoys my work to go to my wordpress blog and view the poems with their pictures. It's not a blog that sells anything or wants anything. actually i don't even talk there, it's Simply poems with pictures... My romance with a Camera began as a child and I must say I'm a photo-holic...if you have time please check the flickr site out. I have loads of old abandoned houses and sunsets...with 7,000 pictutes i have something for everyone.. Most (not all) of my poems & lyrics are fiction, simply stories i created...Folk tales i think their called.. if you want to find a direct link to my blog..'Picture A Poem' on wordpress...copy and paste this link... http: //connetta.wordpress.com my flickr site is http: //www.flickr.com/photos/connetta/ to find my artistic side..sculptures past and present..copy and paste this link http: //connetaje.wordpress.com/ If you found me a stranger, please return as a friend. all poems i post on my site are by me - if you wish to copy or use them please ask... thank you for all your support on this site.I love meeting new people to share my writing with. I don't know about you, but i find friends and family tend to run when i say 'listen to this poem'..My reason for being here is to inspire others as well as find inspiration. Peace.. Connetta Jean.)
The Best Poem Of Connetta Jean
A Farmers Poem
'I don't like Poetry'
Said the husband to the wife..
'I've no time for such things
I live a Farmers life'
But the wife said 'dear husband'
'you live a poets poem'
do you not reap the harvest
of seeds by whick you've sown?
I've seen you bow your head in thanks
when God answered prayers for rain
i've seen your eyes shine with pride
with every baby calf you name'
' I guess poetrys okay' he said
as he kissed that farmers wife
and silently he thanked the Lord
she saw poetry in their life....
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4/18/2024 8:18:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very good