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- About Me:
- My name is Jessica.
I have just gotten engaged to a wonderful man.
My favorite colors are yellow, black and red.
I am a mother of a beautiful daughter and a handsome grandson.
I love to travel but I also love to just stay home with a good cup of Jasmine Tea and a good book with a warm fire in the fireplace. I am a homebody whenever possible.
I love poetry. I love words. I would rather have a poem or letter written from the heart then material things.
I love candlelight dinners at home and I love to cuddle up to an open fire weather it is a fireplace or by a campfire listening to soft music and good conversation.
I love all types of music.
I also love poetry and to try and write poetry.
I love to cook when I have the chance. I am not a drinker nor do I smoke.
Jess
- Favorite Music:
- My number one choice in music would be Country.
But I enjoy all types of music.
Jessica's Blog
My Log Cabin Mystery
My Log Cabin Mystery
I bought this cabin sight unseen, in the center of the woods as a retreat for myself. It was secluded, where you had to walk down a path through the trees. I bought it for my own little privet get- away!
One weekend I decided to check out this cabin, it's a beauty! It was a single log cabin with one-bedroom, a big heart warming fireplace for those cold winter nights. As you walk in, off to the left a bedroom, looking straight ahead was the large o… Continue
Posted on April 10, 2009 at 8:16pm —
Butterfly Kisses
Butterfly Kisses
It's twilight time my love,
Come and be my beautiful butterfly
Let's fly high above the clouds
We can do it if we really try...
I'll wait for you to come to me
Come fly with me to fantasy land
Spread your wings and flutter f… Continue
Posted on February 27, 2008 at 3:26am —
Writing On Satin Pages
Writing On Satin Pages
I give into my nightly passion
Adds both words and feeling flow
As my fingers trace each letters’ curve
Caressing each thought I let go.
At times the strokes are soft and light
Often aggressively bold
Inhibitions fade as I express m… Continue
Posted on February 27, 2008 at 3:18am —
Crickets Song
Crickets Song
On the wings of silk I fly thee
As twilights hour descends
To touch you is my pilgrimage
as my heart ascends.
Through mists of want and lusts desire
I seek to find your fire
And have your skin against my own,
To this I wi… Continue
Posted on February 27, 2008 at 3:13am —
Scattered Pieces
Posted on February 4, 2008 at 3:33pm —
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To the yearning of ones heart where we hold our thoughts with in.
To the cold crisp air of April and the sparkling morning dew.
It is at that very moment that my ming drifts off too you.
Hugs,
Michael
Hugs,
Michael
Now it’s been a couple years and this land still lays the same.
The road that I now travel winds for a hundred miles.
The cattle in the distance remind me of the days gone past.
The beauty this land offers me a smile.
The white cliffs that are nestled in the sagebrush and the rocks,
Astound me every time I wander up this way.
But somehow it all seems different; I’m not sure just what it is.
I ponder this awareness as I drift within this day.
The Missouri lies beneath me and she meanders through the breaks.
An odd sight I believe; boldness out of place.
A mass of moving water that gives a bit more then it will take.
I contemplate its existence as it winds and weaves through space.
Now my feelings are quite different as I pause to soak it in.
I tighten up my brow as an aid to find my thoughts.
I have a feeling I’m forgetting something, place or thing.
I fall back to an intuition I’ve been taught.
A stock trailer rattles past me and the dust filters the morning sun.
The cowboys on a mission, they’re fifty miles or more from home.
I watch as they fade into the distance where the cattle run.
It’s a place where cowboys and cattle forever roam.
A black cloud forms up the canyon that tells a story of its own.
The temperature is dropping and there is snow within the air.
The wind waves through the tall grass and I hear a lonely moan.
My mind drift off into the distance and I can not help but stare.
Now I stand here on this rock ledge with the vastness at my feet.
The wind and snow are watering my squinted eyes.
I have a sense of emptiness like a thought that’s not complete.
I search within my being and can not find the reason why.
This land is so compelling; it can some how grabs your soul.
Its unforgiving nature tells a story that is true.
Then within that single moment my eyes begin to swell.
I now know just what I’m missing; the emptiness is you.
Michael Whitaker
Montana 2007
Jan.x
Thanks,
Michael
How are you girl...
I like your poems