All posts by poeticsinglemama (Jennifer)


Thank you to everyone who checked out my new blog today! Just a reminder, this site IS interactive so feel free to like, share, comment with praise, suggestions, thoughts or critiques! 

I would love to sit down for a few hours and really get this thing put together; unfortunately I don’t have a working real computer right now, just my cell phone and Kindle Fire! My laptop isn’t charging, I’m not sure what we do to fry them?! And the desktop I inherited from my dad is waiting for someone to put all the pieces together and get regular (nonwireless) internet…

This weekend I have a super exciting meeting I get to take minutes at, bringing my girls to my friend E’s house, going to a cousin’s wedding, and then spending all day Sunday on the St. Croix River. I am sure my oldest will take splendid pictures, while both of them take turns arguing over why the other one should be paddling! 

Just give me this final week to soak in summer with my kids, and then I promise I will spend some time in our living quarters attempting to make it look like an adult lives there!



This is my body,
all the areas that feel so soft under your caress
that connect to something magical inside of me when touched
the hairs that stand on end when you whisper in my earlobe,
the freckles that get darker under the warm summer sun
and fade away during the harshness of winter
skin that cries out for moisture,
that tries to hide all the bones and blood within,
but some of the veins in my hands and wrists insist on being seen anyway.

This is my body
that is a colorful canvas,
with its pink undertones on cream flesh, flecks of brown, blue veins, blue eyes,
hair that’s mostly a deep brown, with a persistent red that pushes through
and now, several coarse grey hairs that insist on making their mark
right on top, yelling that youth is leaving, and perhaps wisdom is coming.

This is my body
with its hard elbows and dry, cracking feet
that never seem to smell quite as wonderful as you’d like
but have gotten me to the tops of peaks to look down at beautiful vistas
or hurried me along, and away from danger’s hands
they aren’t ticklish, they aren’t small and dainty, they are strong and sturdy feet.

This is my body
with parts that feel weak and parts that feel strong
parts that are alive with passion and parts that are tired
with lines and scars and stretch marks and occasional pimples,
confused whether its face is still a teenager or a middle aged woman.

This is my body
with eyebrows that are rarely plucked
lips that are almost daily covered in some color or shimmer
eyes that want to see but need help so my vision is not blurred
ears that connect to hips that move to beats that change the pace of my heart.

This is my body
that has been shared and taken and slapped and beaten and choked
and torn and bruised and stretched and bitten
it has seen and experienced humans at their worst,
has been cold and hungry and fatigued and housed a person who felt like quitting
but has kept on going and going and going.

This is my body
it has worked through all kinds of pain but has seen so much joy
some of those scars and stretch marks came when this body carried two beautiful babies within its womb,
nursed them at its breasts one year each
and has held and nurtured and comforted and calmed children in its loving arms.

This is my body
perfect in its imperfections, strong in its weakness,
lovely in its contradictions,
capable of storing a lifetime of memories in each of its cells,
pulsating and sweating and screaming at times,
but always – BEAUTIFUL!

What I Like and What I Don’t Like

I don’t like little guys, I need me some size
don’t like lyin’ eyes or words spoken unwise
I like hands that can grip me and eyes that can rip through me into my soul,
get under my skin, become my next of kin.
Intelligence is sexy, use them big words,
make them big moves make me come unglued.
Don’t like bad boys, or boys that play with toys,
matter of fact don’t like boys at all –
need a real man to do real things
to conversate, keep me up speakin’ life way, way too late.
Don’t need no smooth talker,
no man old enough to be my father or have the use for a walker,
no super young guy I need to teach,
no man who thinks he knows how to live my life better than I do,
I don’t have time for someone who feels the need to preach.

And money can’t buy happiness, but you know I need a guy who can at least afford to eat
We can lean on each other, but you gotta have your own two feet.
Tell me, do you have plans beyond tomorrow,
And have you learned anything from the mistakes of yesterday?
Do you have dreams you’re willing to follow
Or do you just work through the grind day by day,
Cause I can’t handle no man who just drudges through miserably,
Caring only bout that paycheck, no time for making sweet love cause he’s too damn tired
I need a man who can see his priorities clearly.
You can work hard, but then you gotta come home and play hard
Or this will hardly be workin…
I want a man who is strong
But knows the true meaning of strength isn’t wrapped up in outward macho appearances
It’s in doing right by his family, admitting when he’s wrong
It’s in loving his woman with all of his might
And even when it isn’t easy, striving to do what’s right
A strong man don’t care too much bout what his boys think,
Bout throwing that paper round, or buying one last round of drinks.
He’d much rather be there to tuck his babies in
Than to stay out late watching some young lady show off all her skin.


I have wanted to start a blog for a long time, and have finally set the procrastination and the excuses aside and started this page, yay me! I love to write, to share stories, thoughts, opinions, daydreams, I am an open book. Yet, I have not had an appropriate outlet for a long time; Facebook and texting my friend JS 5-page texts was not sufficient! So, here I am, I hope you enjoy my poetry and my ramblings!