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something I won’t even call a poem, let alone admit to (but I’m posting it anyhow)

A local radio station was holding a Love Poem contest for Valentine’s Day. The catch is, the poem couldn’t be about family, significant others, friends, etc. They didn’t want “hallmark” poems. They had to be about, say, how you love your Starbuck’s Venti Double White Mocha or House or pre-Scientology Tom Cruise.

Of course, the obvious answer for me had to be writing about Jason… (It doesn’t help that “I’m Yours” was just officially released today, and I just got my copy of the Fire Relief cd yesterday — “Silent Love Song” is so lovely.)

So without any further ado (or apologies), here is my terribly silly (and poorly written) O-dilly-day* to Mr. A-to-Z.

(* Get it? it’s kinda a scat-ish way of saying “Ode.” Clever, eh? eh? ok, nevermind.)


O-dilly-day to Mr. A-to-Z

Double entendres abound when he’s around,
and the sound of his voice makes me long
to be his cigarette or “One Love,” his favorite song.
His boyish smirk makes me grin as I blush
Like a teenybopper with her first crush.
Down to earth, yet he’s unattainable —
I’m happily married, so my obsession’s unexplainable!
Still, with his
smooth-scatting and R r-r-r-rolling art
Jason Mraz knows the way to my heart.

4 Comments

  1. Ginger Ginger
    February 13, 2008    

    oh! will you pleeeeeaaaaase post that on his page?!?! that’s so great! i’m so glad you posted that, thank you julie!

  2. artjewl artjewl
    February 13, 2008    

    Oh-OH! Is that a dare?

    … which page? RKOP or his blog?

  3. Bree Bree
    February 14, 2008    

    MAD POEM LOVE

    Post it somewhere he’ll see it…he’s such a romantic, I bet he’ll love it!

  4. Chucka Stone Designs Chucka Stone Designs
    February 17, 2008    

    You are just such a great writer…I love the unexplainable due to happily married line lol! I agree with everyone else, totally post the entire explanation & poem somewhere for him to see…youtube, his blog, rkop, anywhere 🙂

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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