Poems begining by J
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Just Once! Oh least Request!
© Emily Dickinson
Just Once! Oh least Request!
Could Adamant refuse
So small a Grace
So scanty put,
Just lost, when I was saved!
© Emily Dickinson
Just lost, when I was saved!
Just felt the world go by!
Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,
When breath blew back,
And on the other side
I heard recede the disappointed tide!
Just as He spoke it from his Hands
© Emily Dickinson
Just as He spoke it from his Hands
This Edifice remain --
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design --
Judgment is justest
© Emily Dickinson
Judgment is justest
When the Judged,
His action laid away,
Divested is of every Disk
But his sincerity.
Joy to have merited the Pain --
© Emily Dickinson
Joy to have merited the Pain --
To merit the Release --
Joy to have perished every step --
To Compass Paradise --
Jumbo Jet
© Spike Milligan
I saw a little elephant standing in my garden,
I said 'You don't belong in here', he said 'I beg you pardon?',
I said 'This place is England, what are you doing here?',
He said 'Ah, then I must be lost' and then 'Oh dear, oh dear'.
John Gorham
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Tell me what youre doing over here, John Gorham,
Sighing hard and seeming to be sorry when youre not;
Make me laugh or let me go now, for long faces in the moonlight
Are a sign for me to say again a word that you forgot.
Job the Rejected
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Job would have deprecated such a way
Of heaving fuel on a sacred fire,
Yet even the while we saw it going out,
Hardly was Job to find his hour to shout;
And Job was not, so far as we could say,
The confirmation of her souls desire.
John Evereldown
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
"Where are you going to-night, to-night, --
Where are you going, John Evereldown?
There's never the sign of a star in sight,
Nor a lamp that's nearer than Tilbury Town.
John Brown
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Though for your sake I would not have you now
So near to me tonight as now you are,
God knows how much a stranger to my heart
Was any cold word that I may have written;
John Coltrane
© James A. Emanuel
"Love Supreme," JA-A-Z train,
tops. prompt lightning-express, but
made ALL local stops.
Jazzanatomy
© James A. Emanuel
EVERYTHING is jazz:
snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females,
snow-white cotton bales.
Just Walking Around
© John Ashbery
What name do I have for you?
Certainly there is not name for you
In the sense that the stars have names
That somehow fit them. Just walking around,
Juan In Middle Age
© Vernon Scannell
The appetite which leads him to her bed
Is not unlike the lust of boys for cake
Except he knows that after he has fed
He'll suffer more than simple belly-ache.
