Best Marcus Poems

The Nightmare Of Marcus Dean


      Marcus Alouitious Montgomery Dean

      Dined on bowls of chocolates, doughnuts, bagels and cream.

      Until one night he awoke with a scream,

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Marcus Mosiah Garvey arose from a little town, yes my lord
A Leo lifting Harlem, kingdom bound, yes my lord
Resuscitated religion around the black man’s looks, yes my lord
Cuddling pickaxe, hoe, and cradling books, yes my lord
Umpire of Freedom from home to foreign land, yes my...

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Walk here with me
Along a strand of island in the sea
Let your heart drink like a leaf
From this mighty river
That shaped the world's relief
Listen to his name
Hear echoes of white colonial history
The burden of shame
Edging the teeth of fame
Chew it down to the middle bone
Feel...

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MARCUS JOHNSON aka NICK FURY AGENT OF SHIELD

Marcus Johnson aka Nicolas Joseph Fury Jr.
African-American
Former Army Ranger
NOW chief Agent of  S.H.I.E.L.D.

Mother of Marcus was CIA Agent
Fell in love with Agent Fury also CIA Agent
Together co-created birth son
Marcus Johnson
Nick Fury: Agent of Shield

8/27/18
Written words by James...

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Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto2
Verses 4 and 5

The hunting parties ride in teams of three.
Each force has falcon trained in cage for prey.
Groups make a wager paying needed fee,
pot goes to winner by the close of day.
Sir Cedric rides a mare a handsome bay,
this knight was...

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Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 4
Verses 4 and 5

This blow dealt most hard broke Marcus's glaive
and second strike that Cedric gave hurt knight.
Ben Brooster laid Sir Marcus low with stave.
The blow put knight upon the clay - bad sight!
Then came to aid at Marcus's side full...

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Book 1
Canto 4
Verses 2 and 3

With bright red shield doth Sinefred lead his line,
and thunder roars of coming lancer knights.
Attacking mails include the hunting nine
that used Charles's peregines in killing flights.
Now might will say who holds the title rights
to Broughton Place until the Judgement Day.
For...

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Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto 1
Verses 4 and 5
Stephanus Marcus rode his way toward gate
where sweetheart Guenevere did wait with rose.
Her wave drew Marcus' eyes that way with fate
and knight met maid at gate with those who chose.
Now he did quickly petals raise to nose
with haste...

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I’m the prince with calloused palms
up at dawn with stifled yawns; pulling on boots
feeding pigs and herding cows - stuck in mud, it’s raining now
and as I plough, I dream of life... not on a farm

of white walled castles crowned in gold (like the tales...

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spires stretch heavenward in a twilight sky
crimson hues and nighttime blues do battle
as people lope lazily over a dusky bridge
like cattle with cameras;
snapping the domed limestone giant

below, boatmen skim across a shimmering mirror
reflecting fragmented moments
cast down from the world above
floating like flotsam; lifeblood
coursing through the...

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am I just this fleeting moment
a ripple in time's flow
shackled to one body
must follow when it goes

or is there more to 'being'
an eternal flame that burns
and though my mortal flesh must die
the soul within returns

most now say we have 'one shot'
so live a life that's...

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know thyself; is your life on the right track
aligned with, refined by, the principles of dharma
refrain, abstain, be kind and be calmer
meditate, seek meaning: find moral momentum
all actions count on this trip to nirvana...

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copper burns across an endless sky
competing caws claim salt, surf and sand 
sailing high above slowly sagging carcasses 
long forgotten at the edge of the world 

buckled rails swim over a shimmering shingle sea
the largest of its kind, hinting at some other time; 
engines once...

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white capped peaks appear then go
cresting mountains blue and green
with prayers that triton’s spear won’t show
we cross what lays between

old skalds tell of the tempest’s wrath
this realm no man’s to own
if careless of the swell and trough
you’ll reap the seeds you’ve sewn

with wary looks cast...

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fractured; the angry march
to I’s nexus

red, not gold, tracks.. wired to
perfect black

catastrophic chiroptera
see this cornucopia -

what plenty?...

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