Agatha Poems - Poems about Agatha

England’s Dame Agatha Christie wrote novels with plots often twisty. Best-selling fiction writer of all time, her Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot solved many a crime. ...

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I discovered Agatha Christie, the author, when I was eleven. I started out with “And then there were none” after seeing it made into a move “The Ten Little Indians”. None of her other books seemed quite so over the top fascinating. But, I kept reading them because she had a thrilling way with words. And I had a love...

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when autumn’s last but long exhale left mists of winter in its trail her thoughts turned to the past to look at greenway and the paths she took where reading signs inside her skies she'd dream up deaths and alibis along the short cuts through the wood with thoughts of stabbings and of blood while fungi often made her think of slipping coniine inside...

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Behind a chair Below a desk with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama or a wet swimming suit, With my hands on my peanut butter and jelly toast, marmalade, not cherry or...

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Agatha The Princess she was on the throne far away from her home uniting hearts to ne fond heights carrying herself with a song Agatha the princess will lose their influence soaring to new frontiers left her to tears took walks in her garden beautiful flower display let to thoughts to pray with tears in her eyes came as a big surprise delicate hue wth borrowed lies she walks the...

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SAINT AGATHA blessed with a womb and breasts deviant from lechery she stayed a virginal bride until her death given only to Christ Quintian disdained and disturbed her faith shredding the dignity of her chest humbling her on earth but in edenic embrace a martyr’s reborn 2/13/2018 * I am reading Sister Wendy On Prayer She talks about Giambattista Tiepolo’s The Martyrdom Of Saint Agatha....

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