Alice Poems - Poems about Alice

I often think In darker times It's pointless toil Creating rhymes For what do rhymes Achieve, and such? Perfection strives For words to clutch Some faint idea Some headlocked chat - It smiles, then fades Like Cheshire Cat Chasing thought Down rabbit hole Succeed or fail No heads will roll From bitter world To jammy tart Where sweetness lives In printed heart No grumpy queen No neckline threats Beguiling words This soul begets Perhaps, in time Simplistic notion Can be transformed...

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When I stumbled upon Alice's hole, I felt an overwhelming joy envelop my soul. With little fear of harm or peril, I could now crawl into the tale of Lewis Carroll, and be an eyewitness to that fantastical rigmarole. ...

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Vincent Damon Furnier his musical acts are funny when asked why he is so strange he could only say Alice is my first name ...

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Today I’m grateful how I’ve changed throughout my life… even though I don’t always know where or how or when… As Alice in wonderland said: I know who I was when I got up this morning but I think I must have been changed several times since then.....

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The queen of hearts loves the arts After the show, she will say bravo And if you mess up off with your head You will be dead So the diamonds dance The clubs are a choir The spades write plays for days The joker's joke And the king sings ...

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lovely poetess sweet Linda Alice Flower pleasant neat odor ...

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Alice I got my draft notice in 1971 Nam was winding down I didn’t wanna go. So, I started hummin a song, just a few bars mind you about Alice, you remember Alice. This is a song about Alice and the war of course. I thought I would have to report Then I remembered my special crime I committed in Stockbridge, Mass. Garbage, that was the...

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It’s not often we’re together you and I within this unconscious soul, drugs; alcohol last time we met. And, as before, always, we’ll fight the two of us like squirming ferrets in this gray sack she calls her mind. Who will prevail before she wakes? The one that doesn’t recognize the child she bore? The one that spits and shouts at everyone comes near? There was a third, we buried it some time...

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Domestic Violence rates that mean Children roam in gangs becoming mean They are untouchable by the law Racking up court appearances by the score People are unsafe in their homes Whilst these gangs assault and steal during their lawless roam One two month old baby held close Receiving a fractured skull for which we weep the most This offender with 300 court...

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Anger becomes a drug Becomes a fix An addiction Anger is easy to eat Slides down your throat Melts on your tongue like butter Sits in your stomach like glass Anger is cold Like ice Or like liquid nitrogen Looks cold until it burns Anger is hard to fight Easy to hit Hard to bruise Anger is a friend of mine A best friend if you will Nothing stands between me...

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Alice passed away this week, But it would just be wrong If a Turkey Day went by without Us listening to her song*. For Arlo Guthrie wrote a tale About her restaurant And he started a tradition Which, each year, I always want. We’re sitting in the car, en route To have our special meal And at noon on classic radio, My husband at the wheel, The...

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It's all the ways darkness drapes showing where light is in reality how it's part and parcel I can't look at myself but I see a reflection from your eyes sat in a circle we can tell each who we are I need to hear it to exist may I rest my head on your shoulder my friend pass light person...

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I am Alice, trapped and trying to find my way home. The world is topsy turvy. I yearn to be back amongst comfort and safety from whence I came. Where cats are cats and rabbits cannot tell time. I long for the warm glow of my parents' hearth. I am learning more the workings of this...

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An alligator, aggravated, ate another aardvark. Although abdomen’s aching, and another aardvark’s abating, Alice’s argument’s arbitrating. Albeit alert at Alligator’s advance, Andy’s ascertaining alligator’s ailment. Andy awaits assurance. Alice’s arrested and anchored. Alas, abbreviated adieu! ...

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Alice held flowers in her hand, So huge were they, 'twas tough to stand, She collected them all herself, The bouquet was for her bookshelf, Walking with them proved so tricky, Her hands hurt and they were sticky, She didn't see where she was going, Her steps they were slowly slowing, Peter Pan saw her...

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