A Poems - Poems about A

Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days; Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of praise. Miss Mary lived in a western town, with her dear Mother and Father; And adored redbirds as daily companions, singing 'til days got darker. Mary loved the magical, motley circus, eager as...

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If only I had but a clue, Then surely, I'd know what to do. With life's mystery gone, I'd settle upon Some course that I can't now construe....

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Jay Townsend Johnson Henry hacking into Knights of Columbus on a state level also military order of the Purple Heart hurting veterans families you are scum for helping her and Ciro Gargano arson murderer faking his death to exploit veterans and their families shame on you...

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Soft motion on a moon swing, big wishes waltz slow dancing. The skyline starts romancing with a glow that’s trumpeting. Constellations glow and ping like a young prince whispering ‘Let us make music all night. The air is tight and pulsing.’ As shooting stars create trails, all that surrounds you just pales. Just one touch of fairy tales, such innocence your soul wails. Falling...

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Maternal never came natural to you But laugh we did, crazy things you would do, You caused so much angst, guilt and tension, But my mother you were, with your fair complexion, Years went by and we muddled along more My tears mostly dry, almost closed the door Beautiful you were I see this all now, Wish you could see...

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In memories I can remember The gardener Whose love I cannot stop Despite her String cutting Through transferring A book domain And she leaves me Here wallowing alone And I say I love us To live as twain But she speaks not To my words magnificence And I find myself in a puzzling point She comes from a flowery family And I come from a wilted one She gets everything...

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Alternatively, to incorporate eggs by hand: Let dough cool in saucepan, stirring frequently, until it registers 145°F on an instant-read thermometer. Add eggs 1 at a time, stirring well between additions until each egg is fully incorporated before adding the next, until a smooth, shiny paste forms. Use choux right away, or hold at room temperature...

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Using a fruit and veggie jucier juice 1 small onion 2 clove of garlic 3 medium cucumber 1/2 cup of apple 1/2 lemon 1 Tablesoon of fresh rosemary measure 1 cup add to 1 cup of milk makes 2 cups of Savory Mil------------------ ------------------------------------------------ 1 cup savory milk (recipe above) 1/2 cup (minus 2 Tablespoons) unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes 4 teaspoons sugar 1 teaspoon table...

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Calling over a blurry video, As much emotion as static would allow, Natheless I knew you missed me; your kiddo I can see it in your eyes and wrinkles now. Ever since I boarded the plane for distant lands, Venturing zealously for a better life Excitement eclipsed the price of my plans; Repenting now I didn’t kiss goodbye. Recalling sweat and all the...

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The leather tethers kept loosening. I had to pull at them until they dug into your body binding you to a rocking cross. It was all for nothing you died snapping at unseen knives, arching up, bending time into frozen waves. You once said you were Irish/Scots, Appalachian. You called yourself: Applachan. Sinewy girl --- wiry poppy stems in you, and engine oil to soften tenacious roots. The fever...

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Life is a puzzle, piece by piece, Some truths we see, only through a lace, In your heart, heaven’s vision does start, See the destiny, then play your part. Dare to see the world anew, Like a child with wonder true. Celebrate the rare, embrace the right, Find divine in common sight. Walk with those who lift your soul, Who guide you to...

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I am highly entertained though I see through the window what lies there: yes, dark cloud hovers above our street like a piece of rag. But we admire contraries. I am entertained because I hear rag - all about pineapple, reflection, stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf. You would never predict your treasure, how so many of us listen to it today, your music downloaded...

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A foolish heart will never learn The foolish heart often gets burnt It believes that love will conqueror all Overlook faults no matter how big or small It believes in fairy tales and loves first kiss Wizards, legends and magic exists Santa Claus and the Easter bunny Confetti, chocolates and flowers on Sunday I once knew a foolish heart every well Filled with hopes...

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Upon the eve of dying she could not speak. And all her opened tear ducts Sprang awake And flooded forth from The founts of creation A new sea. Oh, yes! She cried a sea of tears Because her words Had passed the door of possibility, Because her boys Would not be there For her to comfort them, Because, perhaps A whole life Needed to be grieved. How I loved her. She could hear...

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