Best Josephine Poems

With smiling faces we are looking for the summer
Josephine, I believe that you're my destiny
Enjoying life in many ways, let's dance 
A cup of coffee...

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Napoleon Bonaparte.
Smaller than a popcorn fart.
Not man enough for Josephine.
You know exactly what I mean....

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Now Adam and his beauteous Eve
A love like ours could not conceive

And Cleo and her Anthony
Could not compare to you and me

Sweet Juliette and Romeo,
our...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a...

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I dedicate this poem to Thomas Cunningham,
who I admire for the tales he tells in poetry form. 

MUTINY

I stands at the bow
Proud to lead
I get...

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The king and Queen
Of the elves have two blonde haired blue eyed
Princes who will one day reign
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
These two young adults...

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He wipes the tables clean
Picks up the dirty wears
Take out the garbage
Stock the fridge with beers

Cleans the bath room
And mops the floors
Sweep outside on the...

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KISMET
If ever the mind could decipher the mien of an intuited presence,
Would it insinuate that which is understood?
It is never a thing to perceive, that...

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You are now past “Hogwartz age”
Time to let you out of childhoods “cage”
To turn your life’s book on a new page
So get ready to take...

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I think I must be seeing things
Before me stand the four of kings,
They shuffle when the Bishop brings
Annette upon nine raven wings

And Beanie rides a...

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Resting on a beautiful day under a sky blazed with gold,
I realized  a vision so lovely to behold.
A lush garden watered  by gently...

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I want to lead you to safety like Harriet Tubman,
While we are on our way,
I want to stop traffic like Garrett Morgan,
Before we get there,...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a...

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She was not a virgin
But with beauty, she did reign
She was already married
But she arose to be adored
She was a widow 
Her beauty and pride...

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Sister Josephine, our neighborhood nun.

No longer fit for ministry; 
although she’s quit the nunnery,
she sits at our day camp nursery.
Go Jo uses every amp of...

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