Best Marie Poems
‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree
Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy
For it was - very plain to see
She was - by far - more beautiful than me
She spoke - with colored words - like rainbows
Spun with threads of gold
As she described the man she loved
With all her heart and soul
She told me - of his beauty
Raven hair and eyes of green
And as she talked - he appeared - before me
As in a - living dream
She told me - how she met him
On the Shore of Evermore
There in the fields - above the cliffs
Amid the mist - an ocean roar
She told me how - with their first kiss
He carried her away
As he poured his love - into her soul
There - so high above - that wind-swept bay
With Heaven - but a breath away
Her words - like magic - in that moment
Cast a spell on me
For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love
With Cannon Lee
I longed to feel his breath
His lips upon my velvet skin
I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts
That now burned - so deep within
So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave
And turned her back on me
I dug my thorns into her wrist
And sealed - my evil deed
My jealousy - now turned to poison
Ran quickly through her veins
And as she tried - to pry me loose
I clawed her - once again
"Tainted blood" - is what they say
Stole his love away
And that is how - I came to be here
On these cliffs today.
So tenderly - he holds me now
And finally kisses me
As his tears - fall on my open petals
And trickle - down my leaves
Then - from his lips - there comes a cry
Of such despair - it cracks the sky
“ My darling - my love - my life
Why did you have to die?”
And here so high - above these cliffs
These cliffs of ‘Evermore’
I hear her name - resounding - above the ocean roar
‘Rose Marie’ - ‘Rose Marie’
As he cast me - with a final kiss
Into the raging sea.
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Author: Elaine George
August 29th, 2009
Coffee not Tea for Andrea,Carolyn and Linda-Marie
Come on ladies pull out a chair and have a seat.
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and sugar makes it sweet.
A friendly conversation and a cup of joe.
To ask about my fellow poets who I hardly know.
We didn't dress fancy or pretty up our hair.
Told one another about things we needed to share.
There are things in life women need to say.
Sometimes in troubles we ask our friends to pray.
So Andrea,Carolyn or Linda-Marie.
If you need a cup of java remember me.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Micheal J.Falotico"First words over coffee"contest.
"Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds . . ."
Linda-Marie, The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
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So many poets have come and gone from this beautiful site,
and each has left some kind of mark upon my soul;
but there is one poet, who for me will be forever in my heart,
and that is Linda-Marie our Sweetheart of Poetry Soup.
Rest in peace Linda-Marie, my poetic friend,
I weep, and then I must smile when I think of you;
you were such a good friend to me for so many years,
so thoughtful, so warm, and filled with compassion for all.
Like a budding flower our friendship bloomed in time,
and like a perfect rose it was called beautiful;
we always said to each other- no matter where life took us
we would be connected but I could not go to Heaven.
You had many thorns in this life- now you are a bird set free,
an angel spirit drifting here that still touches my soul;
oh, you were the essence of a perfect true blue friend to me,
we were sisters in poetry and we are entwined still.
"Eternity is awesome with unending interlude . . ."
Linda-Marie (her very last line of poetry)
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September 20, 2019
Poetry/Verse/My Soup Friend - Linda-Marie
Copyright Protected, 19-1182-446-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree
Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy
For it was - very plain to see
She was - by far - more beautiful than me
She spoke - with colored words - like rainbows
Spun with threads of gold
As she described the man she loved
With all her heart and soul
She told me - of his beauty
Raven hair and eyes of green
And as she talked - he appeared - before me
As in a - living dream
She told me - how she met him
On the Shore of Evermore
There in the fields - above the cliffs
Amid the mist - an ocean roar
She told me how - with their first kiss
He carried her away
As he poured his love - into her soul
There - so high above - that wind-swept bay
With Heaven - but a breath away
Her words - like magic - in that moment
Cast a spell on me
For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love
With Cannon Lee
I longed to feel his breath
His lips upon my velvet skin
I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts
That now burned - so deep within
So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave
And turned her back on me
I dug my thorns into her wrist
And sealed - my evil deed
My jealousy - now turned to poison
Ran quickly through her veins
And as she tried - to pry me loose
I clawed her - once again
"Tainted blood" - is what they say
Stole his love away
And that is how - I came to be here
On these cliffs today.
So tenderly - he holds me now
And finally kisses me
As his tears - fall on my open petals
And trickle - down my leaves
Then - from his lips - there comes a cry
Of such despair - it cracks the sky
“ My darling - my love - my life
Why did you have to die?”
And here so high - above these cliffs
These cliffs of ‘Evermore’
I hear her name - resounding - above the ocean roar
‘Rose Marie’ - ‘Rose Marie’
As he cast me - with a final kiss
Into the raging sea.
~~~
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
I suffer
I suffer in the shadows of empty clouds
Sorrow consumes the very essence of who I am
Evil lives, yet beauty dies, why? Why not me?
Her words brightened the world
A woman I will never know
Has left me sad
That life was stolen
The devils work is never done
Her heart is penned in poetic verse
To live on, so that we may all remember
The brightness of her smiles
The kindness of her heart
Late in the night, I read verse after verse and verse
A tear I do shed in silence
For the woman I never knew
Her heart lives on in whimsical prose
I lay down in her memory this red sweet rose
Notes: Dedicated to Linda-Marie Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
At the time I did not know her struggles, and yet here she was full of
kindness to us all here. Let us never forget the angels who walk
amongst us. God bless.
THE DEATH OF MARIE ANTOINETTE
(MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE)
Songwriters set their words about her style
and artists make pursuit to paint her smile
but all the light that's Paris, shows,
her heart and soul to only those
who come to fall in love for just while.
But knowing this, my wondering still lies
as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes,
and she is just a memory
though what I'd have to always be,
if time was mine and not a thing that flies.
I trace my blood and line of ancestry
down through some troubled times of history
or is it that I've journeyed long
from when my life went all so wrong
but it's so far removed, my mind can't see?
These questions rake my mind and leave me cold,
Am I my father who's still growing old;
and who is she, to go away
to deju vu--to yesterday,
or has she layed our love to times' unfold?
I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees,
or in the Champ de Mars, where children play
or where one day the guillotine
cut life away, and cut it clean,
but this is now, and that was yesterday.
O! I would lay my neck under the blade;
if there would ever be a diff'rence made
to end the pain she left in me
and stop the love for my Marie
but love--this love for her can never fade.
And so, as other loves they come and go,
as Paris says, and Paris makes it so,
I wait and wander by the Seine
but know not where, and know not when,
for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Eloquent, ethereal,
an artist through and through.
Her words alit on gossamer wings
as through our hearts they flew.
Each poem was written from the heart
and soul of our Linda Marie.
A visual portrait painted with words
for us, her audience, to see.
We thank you for your friendship.
You will be missed Sweetheart.
We thank you for the words you left us
before your sad depart.
Your beautiful soul, full of grace,
is in a far, far better place.
27/01/2014
Forever my BFF
Your heart
Your smiles
You cared, when others wouldn't
You are one of a kind,
No one here will ever come close, to the beauty from your heart
Linda my bff, I miss you, and I wish you were here
You made this place a better place
You made this place shine
One day my friend, I will see you and again,
In a place, where you are the Angel
Welcoming me' for a second time,
Holding the door to another home, as you did here on the soup.
I love you my BFF Linda-Marie.
By; SKAT
She wore velvet and satin
Pampered as the poor rebelled
She lost her head, bleeding red
Marie Antoinette
Entry for Francine's Red Contest
Theresa Marie WC
When words seem poor and you can not find peace
If the birds stop building nests in spring
Precious memories caresses with grief
We know that a flower in a beautiful garden can die
Each friend you meet in life, is born under a star
The strength, warmth, dreams and questions
Someone who always has a special part of your life
A battle to succeed when everything seems so useless
Deeper than the ocean, two souls who shared a friendship
Your birth in heaven will be a beautiful and caring angel
Gathered in a lifecycle perspective to say goodbye
A dear heart, rest in peace Theresa
20.08.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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(AKA - "Becca Baked My Birthday Cake")
Surprise! Strawberry scents permeated the air.
Mountains of creamy pink lured fingertips.
Bewitching chocolate with fresh fruit inside,
Luscious and succulent tempted watery lips.
Enlivened young children could hardly wait.
Tiny little fingers did not hesitate.
Dipping in the icing, a lip-smacking delight.
To tell you the truth, neither could I wait.
Fluffy and moist, strawberry infused confection.
Delightfully melted on the first tasting tongue.
Four layers baked had delicately arisen.
Delectably glazed before delicious had sprung.
It was that yummy year, and homemade birthday cake,
She showed me through baking how her love pierced my heart.
Fresh fruit decorated cake with special designs.
Chocolate dipped strawberry delight, her loves’ impart!
Are you happy with your work doctor?
Look at me when I talk to you.
I looked in the mirror you know.
Mirrors don't lie.
What you see is what you get.
Like a miserable computer.
Is this the best you can do?
Look at my scar. Red?
Livid red I should say.
The best aesthetic surgeon in the world!
He slowly rises his eyes to meet mine.
Calmly he reminds me what has taken place.
The surgery is always risky.
The damage done, he grasps
Desperately to say more words,
Any word to vanquish the villainous
hate hurled at him.
I can see how he wills me
To look into his eyes, begging
silently for grace.
I feel the purple bulge of blood
Beat frantic under my pale skin.
Denial fighting reality
My volcanic pain slips one tear.
He pleads me to see his afflictions,
Hides putrid human failings
That are not borne for this spleen
of contempt.
I fume, screaming inside my
words back.
Look at me! Look at my scar!
Mirrors don't lie.
Then he comes out with one
fantastic idea:
"I'll pay for everything.
All you need
Is a dainty cheek tattoo!"
For my first collaboration to be with Victor,
is an honour and experience
I will cherish forever.
To Victor,
I am especially grateful and appreciate your
generosity, time, kindness and sage tutorials.
You are a true gentleman, extraordinary Poet
and a beautiful friend.
Thank youxx
04-09-2017
Linda-marie the sweetheart of PS
Sweetheart, a compound noun made of two nouns
Used with a difference, I found some synonyms
The qualities that give joy to senses-BEAUTY
The qualities that knocks you out-KNOCK-OUT
Drinks are scarcely my DISH
My neighbor is quite a LOOKER
My girl friend is a hell of LULU
Helen of Troy was a SMASHER.
Cleopatra, at an early age, was a MANTRAP.
Ophelia of Hamlet was STEADY
Julia Roberts is quite a SWEETIE.
Ron’s favored person TRUELOVE .
She is classy gentle soup woman to me,
To be diabetic, don’t be too sweetie.
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Fourth place win in
Contest : Sweetheart of PS
She was my friend - and friend to all;
she had a heart of gold.
I miss the chats we used to have
and stories that she told,
her way with words, her witty tongue
and sassy sense of fun.
Her kindness made the Soup a home:
her words inspired each one.
Although our Sweetheart passed away,
her memory will always stay.
Posted way too late for Andrea's Community Builders contest
Dear Linda-Marie, I can't believe
I write these words to you.
That you have left your earthly home
Simply cannot be true.
So full of life, so full of love,
So recently a bride.
I thought "Forever More" was yours
With your new love by your side.
Sometimes you showed your inner self
In the lovely lines you wrote.
Sometimes you helped us to find ours
With a "Sweetheart's" helpful note.
We didn't want to lose you,
But we know it's surely true
You were so loved on our pages,
You'll be loved in Heaven too.