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Jennie B

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Last blog entry: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 04:16:30 pm

Profile updated: Thu, 9 Oct 2008 03:23:33 pm

 

Biography

Activist, teacher, writer, singer, poet, and trouble maker. Jennie B is all of these but still can't do cartwheels. She's been writing stories since she was about ten, and poems since 1995ish.

A classically trained singer, she has sung in choirs, two bands (one goth rock, the other goth folk), and also sings in the shower. She does weddings too, not necessarily Goth weddings.

Sporadic poetry and music performances over the last four years include: various Hammer & Tongue events in Oxford (including featuring in the 2008 final; I didn't win, but I did help save a duck beforehand), Hear the Word, the Arcane Festival, and the Manchester Slamm (yes, that's right, two ms).

She is based in Manchester in beautiful Chorlton - but often travels to Oxford and Cumbria. Her poetry and rantage blog live away from Murdochtastic MySpace land on: jenbee.wordpress.com

She finds it weird to write in the third person and hates liquorice.

Samples

I Don’t Shave

I have to admit it - although you may stare
But I don’t shave (and don’t wear underwear).
I do not remove my soft armpit fuzz
Why- coz I like it. It causes a fuss.

You may feel slightly queasy - I can feel your glare
That I don’t shave (and may forget underwear)
I do not delete the dark wisps from my feet
Why - coz I like it - I’m not that effete!

It’s liberating! Thank all your creases and all your bumps,
embrace your wrinkles, your crinkles and all other lumps
But if you pretend that you like it well, you’re a bunch of sycophants
just coz I’m fluffy and I don’t wear pants

Well.

Yes, I AM furry - I do proudly declare
Because I don’t shave (and yep - no underwear).
I don’t pluck my eyebrows, my lips or my arms
Why - coz I like it - hair causes no harm.

Whether you’re shaped hymenoptera, gazelle, gnu or bear
It’s not scary being hairy - just be who you are
So accept me. And love me. But you’d better beware
For I don’t shave and I’m not wearing underwear.

15th Feb 2005

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Last blog entry

When You're Happy You're Beautiful

Posted on Wednesday 11th June 2008 5:16 pm

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Nothing satisifies.
Nothing’s ever good enough.
Something else needed.


Grass always greener.
If life is to be like this,
it “should be cleaner”.


“It’s too expensive”
and you’re left feeling hollow
‘coz “it’s all the same”.


“It’s Wrong ?" oh so wrong”.
But when you do feel happy
I will see you laugh.


I love the feeling
of the sun’s smile on my face.
Shining, through glasses.

April - August 2005
 
 

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Mia Darlone

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Mon 23rd Jun 2008 11:45

Yes, i'm going to try it out at Beat the Frog at the Frog and Bucket on 21st July, and it features in Below the Belt, but as a discussion between a sex therapist and a scally, rather than as Cockney Rhyming Slag. It was recorded so I'll send you the link to the website when it's up.
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Mia Darlone

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Thu 19th Jun 2008 12:08

Hey! Loved your performance last night - wish I had your energy on stage. Glad to see the shaving poem up! Hopefully see you later, I'm not sure how well my poem 'Boner of Contention' will go down......

 

Daniel Hooks

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Wed 18th Jun 2008 16:30

just went onto your nyspace if you like vampires here is a poem for you;
Your eyes are dark,
They hide your darkness within
Waiting to ousted
Your lips red like a rose
Full and bee stung.
Your pose inviting me to take a bite
Come to me and be a creature of the night.

I’d like to kiss your neck with butterfly bites
Hold you tight
In a death grip
Lead you to the undeath with breathless sighs of
Love,
Deep within your soul as you stare into my ageless eyes.

I’ll hold you tight as I bite
Caress you as you fall
As the death calls
I’ll let you feed on me.
Finally when you are sleeping
I take you to my tomb
I’ll be your groom you my bride
We will hide from the sun that you need no more
Then when the pale moon rises we will walk hand in hand
Under its light
I’ll be your eyes your sight
The most important light in your eternity.
Nothing will touch you my eternal red rose
As this is life you chose
When you invited me to take a bite.

 

Jennie B

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Wed 18th Jun 2008 16:06

Thanks :)

 

Daniel Hooks

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Wed 18th Jun 2008 16:04

welcome to write out loud Jennie!!!

 

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