Best Mariah Poems

She enters the room with a horrible stench
             A terrible curse for so lovely a wench
They call her wind Mariah
          It reeks of sweet...

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Though it wasn't long, time is eternal and is only limited by clocks and calenders we perceive.
 A feeling, a yearning for someone else's soul. To bond with, to feel love for that soul. To care for that person. Love has no limits, one month...

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Mariah
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Mariah, enigmatic mysterious and unknowable
Brushed her dazzling obsidian hair in the brilliant sunlight.
Indistinctive, but nonetheless inscrutable primal urges
Foreshadowed what one might assume to be inevitable.

Omniscient and powerful was the one that upon her gazed.
He construed all manner of...

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Chapter I

Part II: Power and emptiness


Mariah of Magdala!

Opulent woman yet juvenile 

Did your 'hood' bestow upon you such affluence?

Look how youthful you are

Flawless beauty with an enchanting aroma 

Like a spring in the wilderness

Of apparent mint breadth of solace,

Your velvet skin, Maria, of such cottony

How...

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Part I: Sin

Mariah of Magdala

The cursed one among women

Better that you were not born

The one full of black evil

Queen of prostitutes

None of modest can be traced in you

Yet men still Adour you

They still come crawling even in black dark	

They do not care if day is...

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Continuation of 
Part IV: FORGIVENESS

Today Mariah of Magdala,
It's written not only of you but of your enemies
Do you discover Mariah of Magdala
We are all alike
In pitch dark, we hide our deeds
Our hearts judges know each of our secret doing
Yet we claim to be purer
Easier than...

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Part IV: FORGIVENESS

“Rabii! Rabii! Rabii!
What suppose you of this woman?
Caught right in the act of sin
Our society's outcasts such
She must be thrashed to the non-living
So demands the laws of the land
Rabii! Rabii! Rabii!
Grant us your vindication
Of a woman lethal comparable to a serpent of transgression
Back...

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Part III: Judgement

Mariah of Magdala
Here comes that day 
You can never get to escape
They have fought amongst themselves
They have recognized their problem
They are planning to rest the crisis
They are fighting not anymore
So the plot is gaining success.
You will not see it this time with your...

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To see the unknown is to grasp the strange
struggle with hallucinogenic disbelief of the deranged:
To arrange and rearrange the disarray of a mind 
nonplussed by a puzzlement of imagery that binds
one in loops of madness bound by the optic nerve’s
impulses pulsating upon the high seas...

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Mariah Made into a Messiah


Remember when we called wind Mariah,
Who we made into a mature Messiah;
Had been said,
From Bible read,
And planned on being a paranoid pariah.
(Also he had brother who was a hyena.)

Jim Horn See if you can out do this poem.

Jim Horn...

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Mariah needed to get to the Hollywood Hills
She recognized this mission was her destiny
Tell everyone her mother encouraged her
It was 1974, when rides were free

She hitchhiked from Ohio to California
Singing folk songs with strangers 
In VW buses, muddy farm pickups, 
She spent fifty-six minutes in...

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Is the wind alive? That’s what the Choctaw believed.
The Apache called it, apocryphally, “the breath of the world.”

To them, the wind is the trickster you never see,
a joker on the plain of life.

What’s always arriving and always leaving?

What’s as old as the world, yet forever...

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Writing outside the audience,
applause means something more

Writing the words inherent,
oblivious to the score

Writing outside the audience,
and critical acclaim

Writing for time eternal
—Mariah calls your name

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)...

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