Best Evie Poems

Evie, born 13th December 1994,
Used to swim competitively,  
But she finds little time around, 
For business management, 
Which she tries to study, sound, 
At...

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I espied a large woman called Evie
(She was wearing her  husband’s mankini)
Though her skin was quite pale
She looked like a beached whale
It’s a pity...

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When Evie wrote her first cook book
Her neighbour, Val, oh how she shook
What she found on page nine
Was HER steak in red wine
She declared sneaky...

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Free Falling

Falling free through the atmospheric air like many shooting stars
Falling so free through the air, up a cloudy sphere of clouded scars
Whimsical while crashing...

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A Weeping Willow Tree

I feel like a Weeping Willow Tree, a Weeping Willow Tree
See all my limbs swaying every which way to see
My beautiful sis...

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For the love of God Evie,
Please give it a rest,
After last night you should know,
That I love you the best.

That Lilith thing I had,
Was ages...

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The serpent closed in on Eve at twilight
 A nebulous shape in the half light, fangs
 Hidden beneath his hood and she, her vision
 Blurred...

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Keanu Reeves

I have never met Keanu Reeves
Never heard his real time voice
I don’t know how his mind works
Never felt an impact of his choice.

Yet I...

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Lord to-day we come to you with joy in our hearts

As Evie’s journey of faith through life with God starts

Fill her with your faith, joy,...

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A Painter's Last Walk

Now you're all doing the last of the artful long endless walks
Does anyone ever know how much work while paintings do talks?

The...

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Tim is tall. Handsome.
Works in an office.
Like all of the others
he looks kind of polished.
They say small talk is dead.
So I ask for a date.
The...

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Sweet shamrocks I love you, you are my favorite thing!
Evie collected them from an old fashioned swing
They filled up her lap and made her laugh...

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There’s always one drunk at the dinner party; an embarrassing shame
Ne’er to be invited back again
It doesn’t complement the tortured duck foie gras crackers
And the...

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Sands Of Time

Deep into the sands of time, I saw myself walking along the beach
The many scenes which flashed through the scenic sky
Had woven a...

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Hen for Gwen

Once knew a lady named Gwen
was so short about three-ten
couldn't tie her shoes
she drank wicked booze
now she's eaten an old hen.

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