Best Bea Poems

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I see you now and your smile
Lips parted and your black hair
Hair that smells of freshness
I wonder if you see me
And miss me as the sun
Eyes blue and loving only you
And those famous lips
Do you reach for me in your dreams
Can't catch me through the...

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Wisdom from Grandma Bea

The worth of a man isn't his looks
It's not to be found in fashion books
But in the legacy he leaves behind
As he goes about his daily grind
Was he loved by family and friends?
That's what counts as this life ends

For John Freeman's Wisdom...

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A Princess sat on her throne in despair whilst her father bellowed “is there a handsome prince out there?” 

“We have waited so long, as a matter of fact, I don’t care how he looks but like a prince he must act!”

The princess stifled a...

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It's for the best. I tell myself with hopes of improving my mental health.
Two days ago was a man with immense wealth
Like when Lauren and Marley died my eyesight has gone all fuzzy
Still no doubt in my mind you love me, Even though you cannot...

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Below this stone lies Bea
A woman who stirred all ire
Might God respect her hobby
N' let her stir the fire  

9/18...

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Beauty and all its colors
Everything you could ever need
And everything you could ever want


She holds your heart
Makes every bad thing amazing
In times of need she is all you need
The only person you have truly loved
Holding the key to your heart and happiness...

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Bertha Bea
Barbara Bathwork
will not do her 
homework
because she
wants to do nothing
but play all
day and not sleep
at night either.
So do not even 
bother her for
eternity....

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Visiting Bea

Might you be her son she asked
Each week I see you here
Oh no, I’m not her son I said
I’m just a volunteer

“Just a volunteer” she said
As I turned to walk away
I wonder if you’d have the time
I've something to convey

Do you know how much...

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She was the bawdiest gal, they said.
Her eyes were green, her hair was red.
There were rumors of course
She rode nude on her pet horse
But we never knew her, for she was long dead.

You’re luckier for it, they told me.
She lived to be age eighty-three
She had...

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I am on top of the world said my cousin Sweet Bea
She was every bit as creative as I knew her to be.
I have tamed an ostrich and we are on the go.
On which planet we land, who will ever know?

We fly through the night...

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Music was Grandma Bea’s life.  She lived for it.
Lifting her spirits more than a bit.
Funeral was today, family here
Remembering and smiling at her antics dear.
 
She raised a brood, eighteen in all.
All sons alive, they grew so tall.
Two daughters lost, one at birth,
Another from...

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An impish doppelganger, Bea
liked nothing more than to run free
	strange feelings she shook
        turned around to look.
It unsurprisingly was she!...

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Bea was quick-witted, clever and sanguine.
Loving adventure, her escapades fine….
With energy enough for at least twenty.
Did she have admirers? Oh, yes! Plenty!...

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If you are raised in a friendly small town like me
New York City is a difficult place to be
Saying “hello to every stranger” you see,
Earns you wicked glares and stares,  Aunt Bea.
Worse, they will cross the street in a non-talking people sea,
To not have...

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Gladys Sue Bea March was a Sticky beak.
Into our lives he would utterly peek.
She would tell everything.
Her mouth would fairly sing.
Thus when we saw her we would barely speak.

She had a clever way of sneaking in,
So quickly standing right next to your chin.
Listening with all...

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