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Hold the Line

Jen Selinsky

Copyright © 2011 by Jen Selinsky

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ISBN: 9781370050024



*Not every poem included in this book is dated in chronological order.  This is not an oversight on my part. Rather, I have made some changes and substitutions.

-J.L.S

August 2015



Penny Cross

A man came up to me today,

After I felt displeased at doing my

Public duty.

“Another day, another dollar,” as

The saying sometimes goes;

I thought that my work was done.

Then, I assumed he was going

To give me some change.

I was not very moved, but my eyes lit up

When I saw what he placed before me—

A penny which is now a cross.

Just a small token; this is a simple reminder

Why we are still living and breathing

On this planet.

What was once a penny is now

Worth so much more, higher value

Through the shape of the cross.

A reminder that He is watching

And knows what our hearts feel

All the time, for this symbol is far more

Precious than the copper from

Which it came, all because He

Has entered into my heart and

Led me to a better life.

Jesus, our Lord up above!

6-6-11



Dream.

Is your

That all this

Now you can see

You knew it all along.

To success and true fulfillment.

That perseverance really is the path

Through all your work you have shown

Knowledge and drive helped pave the way

Now is the time to celebrate your accomplishments.

Now is the time to celebrate your accomplishments.

Knowledge and drive helped pave the way

Through all your work you have shown

That perseverance really is the path

To success and true fulfillment.

You knew it all along.

Now you can see

That all this

Is your

Dream.

June 2011



Once, when I first heard
Your name, I saw music in my eyes.
Then, once I discovered your life,

I thought that I would cry.

Then, I saw you two together,

And I thought the world of you.

And, now that you are wed,

All the happiness is shown through!

*dedicated to Steve Hackett and Jo Lehmann

6/9/11



The yearning thirst,

Which has finally come

Back to me

Grows to become even

More insatiable as it

Spreads throughout my body.

It was foolish to think

That I could stop

Because I have tried

So many times before

During these recent years

Of frustration and trial.

But, oh, when the

Yearning starts to

Surface, one had

Best be able to

Support me or

Hold me back

Because the effects

Have intensified

Before and added

More fuel to my stack.

Feel it rising

Through my throat

To the color changing to red

And thoughts that

Delivered themselves

Right outside my head.

Years of burning,

The flame still not quenched

From half-hearted.

Attempts before my heart

Dropped and my jaw,

Unclenched.

Intensity burns

At my brow as

I attempt to

Deliver a sign

To reach thoughts

And dreams

That are no

Longer benign.

Thoughts form in my mind

And fly all over the room

As the hunger is not

Satiated until everything

Is already in bloom.

6/8/11



I cannot find the book

In which I would like to write.

If I have to, I will spend the

Entire night looking for

Something which may be

Too elusive to find.

Though I know it can’t have

Gone too far, I will cry

If I’ve lost it—just like

The day that I cried

For hours at a time.

(We don’t talk about

That day because it

Rattles through my skin,

Like the terrible howling

Of a monster, led on a

False path to blood.)

Still, I must continue

My search…

6/8/11



Redeux

I cannot find the book

In which I would like to write.

If I have to, I will spend the

Entire night looking for

Something which may be

Elusive to find.

Though I know it can’t have

Gone too far, I will cry

If I’ve lost it—just like

The day that I cried

For hours at a time.

(We don’t talk about

That day because it

Rattles through my skin,

Like the terrible howling

Of a monster led on a

False path to blood.)

Still, I must continue

My search…here it is!

6/8/11



You took me away,

On majestic wings,

To a place I never thought

I would reach—

So serene, so much

Like the past.

I had no choice but

To listen to all the

Whispering voices.

Things that come by

And words that

Hold significant meaning

To soothe an aching heart,

A heart that no longer

Wanted to stay in such

A state of despair.

Time to deterge;

Time to clean out

All the toxins that

Make me sick with

Mental poisons.

None of that shall

Happen here—nothing

But the promise of

A sweet haven

Will fill my head, now,

With good thoughts.

6/22/11



Integral part,

Little did I know or care

That you existed before.

Now, you force me to

Bring you out into public.

Your infectious roots working

Their way up my spine and

Making me succumb

To this rhythm, this dance

That existed twenty years ago,

Instead of in the here and now.

But I don’t suppose I can

Hold it against you all

The same.

This is nothing like having

Something to show, getting

Down to dig beyond the

Surface of something that

All seemed so relatively

Superficial.

6/22/11



Twisted limbs

Having hung themselves

Around me, though I am

Fighting tooth and nail

To make my way through.

A flaming arrow

Is all I need

In order to conquer my fears

And hide my insecurities.

Toxins enter into my blood

To make my eyes red

And full of anger.

You should have known

Not to provoke me—not

To ensnare me in your lies

And fill my mind with

A rage that cannot

Be quenched until I am

Truly alone—in the sense

That I no longer have

To get tangled in such

Deceitful weaves of hate.

I am not some kind of

Primate you can abuse

Just for your amusement.

It’s best that you just

Leave me alone!

6/22/11



Struggle of two youth,

They do not know

Or care to see

The cynicism

That fills the

Adult world—

Just going on with

Their lives

And imagining that

No evil thoughts can

Penetrate their minds

And make them want

To separate.

You cannot—

You should not be able

To grow old to the point

At which you forget

What made you

And how you used to be.

Notwithstanding, vessels

Grow old and need

More maintenance.

Not everything feels

As good as it used to,

But we all have to

Learn how to hold on—

To hope!

6/22/11



Anger,

Stemming from

The roots.


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