Best Mae Poems

Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings 
tripping warming...

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His eyes are dark, but, there's still a spark. 
There are canyons in his face.
His lungs are gone and it won't be long,
'Till his heart...

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In Search of 50 Names(couplets alphabetized for ease of footnoting the names)

A) A tom cat sits in heather nearby a willow tree.
Rose and jasmine fill...

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Red hair protruding from the soldier’s cap
Bright sun and heat, his freckles clearly seen
How peacefully the lad appears to nap
Mae Caulfield moans while searching for...

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She jiggled like pink jello into the store
with platinum blonde hair and red rouge on her face
the shoe clerk mumbled it must be 1950's day
watching...

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“Wishes”

The things  we wish to change 
remain the same

~Sans love

there is no chance of 
meaningful change

~Sans wisdom

it's inconceivable,
our intelligence proves futile
to our survival

~Sans the...

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I am black and I have the ability to glorify the King
I am great and in believing in him, I have authority over all things
I...

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My name is Devi, a foolish name really for it means Angel, and I certainly am not. The city of Phnom Penh had been our...

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Sugar drops and colored gumballs,
An open skyline, an open convertible, and a white ragtop!
Black Perrelis, red caps, and spoked mag-frames,
Pacific Coast Highway, and her stairway...

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I was born fifty years ago on April 10th 1964
Looking back through the years I began to explore

My mama said when it was time for...

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There was a young lady called Mae West
Who was famed for the size of her chest
She came down with Flu
Gave a big sneeze 'Atchoo'
And that...

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‘ In general, quantum mechanics does not predict a single definite result for an observation. Instead, it predicts a number of  different possible outcomes...

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Mae West 
Large chest.

Cruise ship
Sea trip. 

Blue meth
Spells death. 

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Encore. 

Sun burn
Ne'er learn. 

Birds fly
Sky high. 

Palm trees 
Blue seas. 

Drunk tank
It stank. 

Red...

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'Tis know wander nor em aye telling yew anything gnu,
Hour tongue is awash with homophones confounding me end ewe.

Ah, two sea thee broad expenses from...

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Sixty some odd years ago, when I was just a kid, our home was on the very edge of town.
The man that lived next door...

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