Best Jolie Poems

My beautiful girl...
  How sweet her soft symphonies,
  My love... how she makes me swoon;
  when the moon was full...
  and...

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The lure of Angelina Jolie
Turns single Brad into an instant daddy
Raising brood in and out of jet flights
Their kids can’t figure mornings from nights



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PD’s Battle...

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Leaves of the Dead

Les feuilles mortes 



They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my...

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I never got to dance with Mary Jane
although I heard she sure knows how to swing!
She has a twin, and he is masculine;
he doesn’t have...

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five, seven, five craze
poet’s mind becomes obsessed --
visions of seasons

all four blend as one
melting pot of poetry --
eating more than words

winter puts pounds on
spring has...

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On the wall of a house I might be
Owned by *Brangelina Jolie.
There’s no real reason why.
I’m just one nosy fly.
Not to mention, Brad nude I...

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We talked about poetry
Over cups of coffee and cigarette
In a café full of prowlers of pleasure
And skippers of wisdom
On a wintry day 
That was numbing...

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Sway, sway so soft
Back and forth swaying
near motionless
holding on so tight
blending, merging
melting together
rocking your baby doll
to sweet silver blue...

Now gliding, waltzing
Cajun waltzing
Jolie Blon waltzing
so smooth,...

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As one who grew up in a different era,
Pre-Brangeline and Californication -
When shows like Laugh-in or the Dating Game,
Bewitched or Dick Van Dyke were just...

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She had on this lovely sundress
Innocent curious look in blue
A full figured fiery fifteen with
Passion that will warm any coldest heart.
Heart full of love of...

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One fleeting Friday Freda Foster fretted at the frog pond. She  said" This was suppose 
To be my day."
I said yeah, go on. "I've...

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Brangelina, the quasar, came to a motel
Of a small Cambodian village 
Where smog was spread all over.
As they entered their room
They felt abodaroma infesting the...

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Everybody got a Hollywood life story
to tell
More meat on the bone
give juicier bites 
to sell
Nobody ever turns in a tarnished silver screenplay
Those warts and mistakes
get...

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She blames the woman and feels good
but the truth's misunderstood
She didn't give him what she should
She bears the blame

She blames the woman and feels fine
In...

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When my pen hits the paper 
I grow anxious and eager to write another caper
Steadily and gracefully then I lift my pen
I ponder with my...

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