Poetry, stories, art, and music from the desk of Jezzie G, a writer without a label
Seven, They Are Seven
1917
Cantata
Sergei Prokofiev
Classical
Born: 23 April 1891, Sontsivka, Ukraine
Nationality: Russian
Died: 5 March 1953, Moscow, Russia
Prokofiev was a composer, pianist, and conductor. He is considered one of the major composers of the 20th century as the creator of accredited masterpieces across a variety of genres. His works include the ballet Romeo and Juliet, The Love for Three Oranges, and Peter and the Wolf
Inky Streams
Form: Rispetto
To say the words of thanks to you,
for guiding the pen across the page
and now it’s you that is our cue
as ink and paper, our thoughts engage.
With smiles and words my gratitude,
to Peggie who inspired my dreams
a poet's verse, no attitude,
just thoughts with love and inky streams.
©JGFarmer2009
Form: Haiku
breezy jasmine scent
inspiring dreams into night
and spirits find rest
©JezzieGFarmer2022
A Creative Process
Form: Free Verse
My eyes are screaming to see
the print
black and white on the page
a paragraph
opening a fantastical tale
a poem
impassioned by a poet’s heart
something to latch on to
easing the visual longing
as my eyes swallow the written word
feeding my mind
as it craves ideas
the seeds in the fields of creativity
growing silently in the back of the mind
waiting for the moment
my fingers touch the keys
to harvest the ripening of imagination
in written words
©JGFarmer2022
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A gem of a poem by Stephen to read with my tea today
Please don’t cry,
I’m right here by your side
I sit here thinking all the words
I should not, though I try
All my life I’ve been
travelling through the pieces
of the dark shattered past
putting together a better scene
Surfacing for air
the sun shines on a new day
Head under the waterline
breaking the surface when I dare
Stoic Poetry
Jezzie G 