Best Marissa Poems
Peek a boo, I see you, Grandma
Grandma sees you too, Marissa
What do you want to do today
Grandma, can me and you just play
Hey Grandma, these green beans I hate
Yuckiest thing I ever ate
Green beans, Marissa, make you strong
And healthy too, so you live long
At school, Grandma, I’m not afraid
A girl likes me, her name is Jade
She said to me, can we be friends
We pinky promised, ’til the end
Marissa’s views, she made so clear
I never dreamed her end was near
Some things on earth we can’t discern
You never know how life will turn
Six years of joy locked in my heart
Those memories will never part
At the end we’ll be together
She and I can play forever
August 25, 2016
Five Rhyming Stanzas Contest
We do not know
When we say goodbye
Because tomorrow
Only belongs to God in the sky
We do not know
About the last glance
About the last song
Even if we are young and strong
About the last dance
About the deadly arrow
Where it is pointed
We simply don’t know
Even though we are loved and anointed
The last day comes like a flash
The last breath like a dash
Evanescing before our eyes
To bring pain and sadness
Life is a phenomenal mess
God hears our cries
The cries of our brothers and sisters
God hears our prayers
God sees our heartbreaking tears
God sees how we damp and douse the pews
When we walk away
We do not know
When we’ll pass away
We do not know
About tomorrow
We do not know
About the very last day
We do not know
When we say goodbye
If another hello
Will take place under this sky
We simply don’t know
About tomorrow.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all of us.
We will miss our beloved sister Tania Marissa Joseph Maranhão.
Copyright © April 27, 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Praise
I give myself to you; I’ll praise your name
Lord I love you, take my soul, show me everything
Take me whole, and love me eternally
Because,
This is me, it what I want to be
My love to be, my dreams you see,
You’re setting up for me
You’re my lord; I want to praise your name
You’re my lord, higher above all things
Hallelujah . . . .
I will celebrate; sing unto your name, I will serve you internally
I will love you, I will serve you, and I will give my self to you
Thank you for everything in my life
Thank you for my life
I want to give you everything, so I give my self to you
Now and forever
Hallelujah
By: Marissa Stoops
Marissa’s Love
In love
Novel awareness
Fresh ripened
Ivory piano keyed
Re-playing continually
Pure loving beats the sound tract
As I recall the day
I love you articulated in candied iced breath
Fresh snow blanketing the ground
Whiteness descending without a sound
At parks core we stood
humbled hearts warm
as I understood
admirable
my prince charming
New feelings un-alarming
Love’s admittance sealed
With heavy kisses
Fulfilling all wishes
Maybe one day
I’d be his misses
Him cooking
Me doing the dishes
Un-orthodoxed
this love between
An awkward girl
Coupled to a beautiful perfect boy
Thoughts skipping through my head
Not too fast
Don’t wanna hurry this into the past
Love played easy on strong ivory keys
Gathering sweetness as we stand
Amiss love
snuggly tucked into
an ambrosial bliss
binding lips with a kiss
Sweet and un-sinned with simplicity
eyes tear-ed
by gratitude of your love reciprocated
didn’t know love was so anticipated
Excerpt from Marissa’s Perspectives. www.nefretitim.com
This native voice, in my head,
Is telling me what has to be said.
But every time I try to explain,
My tongue messes up,
And my voice doesn't seem
To sound serious enough.
Oh what can I do?
I feel something, telling me to realize,
That there's something I have to save,
But I'm not so sure.
Maybe there's something in me
That means so much more.
At the moment I saw that long garment,
That the Japanese wear,
For their own culture because they really cared, Somehow I feel connected to the Asians.
I feel that the Japanese destiny I see,
Is probably telling me
To embrace my own culture too.
Just like how the other countries and nations knew, But I guess my ancestors
Were probably so lighthearted and wise,
That Europeans and Americans
Taking over was no surprise.
Sometimes the inner native pride in me,
Is telling me to accomplish
One of my pre-made destinies,
But in a world full of different things,
I'm not sure who I am exactly,
But someday I know I'll understand.
Maybe if I were to go to Japan,
And speak to their elders,
I bet they would ask me
Why I abandoned my language and tradition.
Then I'd realized that I'm on a mission, To see what I can do,
Then maybe in the end...
I'll be done and through,
But then again I'm not so sure.
All I'm asking for; is for more...
Time and opportunity,
I don't want anybody rushing me.
Plus I need more inspiration and creativity: To try to evolve my own culture
Into something more.
But what is a girl supposed to do, In a world full of things...
Marissa Faries
Circa. 2010 (Age: 15)
Christmas Eve
Stockings so soft and candy so sweet
There is nothing like my Christmas tree
So bright at night the whole block can see
Carolers singing as they look at my tree
Feeling so worm and happy inside
Forgetting how cold the night is tonight
My family gathers to make this our night
Games and gift for all who are inside
As uncle comes with tones of gifts
The children scream as the look at the gifts
Feeling the shape and feeling how they weigh
They just imagine what’s in ever gift
As the children wait for there gifts to pick
The mothers are cooking all sorts of things
Cookies and candy sweets
Hoping that everyone will eat everything
They clean and cook making sure everything is great
Sara the grandma sits and tells some things
She starts with Christmas Eve
Telling about the grinch who was so green
by: Marissa Stoops
"The Case of the Missing Jacket"
Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop
were having some coffee and tea
when the sirens, they blared, and a voice cut the air,
Screaming "Please help me, please help me please!".
Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop
jumped right into the action
and found a young lad who was looking quite sad
for someone had stole his new jacket.
All around town to each restaurant and shop
went Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop.
They searched in the kitchens and on top of tall bridges,
when they caught a break and met a girl named Marissa.
Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop
questioned their new friend.
She was not only pretty but really quite witty
and braver than a lot of grown men.
From the classroom coat closets to the curtains on stage,
She showed them the playground, all the great hiding places.
They looked in the freezer and at the top of the ropes.
They searched all over and never lost hope
.
Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop
with Marissa right by their side
followed up on all clues, almost wore out their shoes.
It was now just a matter of time.
The following day at about eight o'clock
came Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop
bringing donuts and milk from the store on the hill
for the bad guy had been caught.
Marissa had told them to look on the top,
that is Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop.
The top of the slide that looked like a boat and low and behold
there was that boys coat.....
Along with some kittens and a little red ball.
The jacket wasn't stolen, wasn't stolen at all.
Just borrowed a moment to help keep her kits warm
The new Mother cat never meant any harm....
Thus ends the mystery of the missing jacket
With the help of Marissa the case has been cracked.
The playground is safe. A little kids heaven.
I wonder what happens when Marissa turns seven?
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Mother’s True Love
As she dreams tonight to her mom’s lullaby
She falls asleep by her mother’s side
As the mother thinks of how to leave
She slips away to let her princess sleep
Setting out to close that door
She looks back to see her child
Memories Start to spring
Through the labor she wished she had not done
But now to see what is in front
She would never let something so precious leave
By: Marissa Stoops
Mommy and Daddy
Mommy please don’t be sad too long.
Daddy please be strong for Mommy.
I am with Jesus now, sitting on His knee.
I am without pain and full of joy.
I am your angel, watching over you.
You may not see me, but I am with you every day.
Me and Jesus we walk hand in hand, guiding you,
So that you will be kept safe.
It may take a while to feel good.
Im sorry Mommy and Daddy that you are hurting over me.
Please be happy, I know its hard,
But when I see you cry, I cry too.
When you see the stars at night and feel the breeze on your face,
Know that, that is me with Jesus, touching you.
I want you both to know that I am in no pain.
I am safe with my heavenly family.
Its so beautiful here, I can see the whole world.
I love you Mommy and Daddy
Please know that Jesus loves you too.
14 December 2011, 11.15am
IT has been reported that Fourways Spar has footage showing that the 11-year-old boy, that was killed when a van knocked him over, crossed the road and walked behind a truck.
It is believed the delivery van’s driver did not see the boy as he crossed the road and knocked him over.
Eye witnesses said it took around 30 minutes for the first ambulance to arrive on the scene.
But doctor Dr Marissa van der Westhuizen said when she was asked to attend to the boy, eyewitnesses had already been waiting 20 minutes for an ambulance. She added that emergency services only arrived 30 minutes after she had declared him dead on the scene.
Witness said the Discovery ground team arrived first, with ER24 second, then Netcare 911 and lastly SAPS’ emergency team.
The local neighbourhood watch’s members have expressed their condolences to the family.
*Food and life*
I am like a cup cake so sweet in inside and full of delight
I am like cotton candy always soft and gentile heart
I am a spice, but many kinds; because I am strong, I can still be me all by my self in life
Like the layers, I am different because I believe in life
Lemons are bright, but I can’t bring light to all
I am like popcorn always ready for a fight
I am like a vegetable, some will like, but not all will adore
I am like gravy because I am strong and love to fill others lives with delight and more
The world’s generosity is like a sweet cup cake
All our unique gifts are precious like cotton candy
Solders fighting hard for all, like spices that are strong
Our children’s are layered full of hope, like a multi level cake
As we grow older, our minds, eyes, open and we see the bright of life like lemons so bright
Our love springs out in different ways, like popcorns beauty in shape
Different in our own special way, were like many kinds of vegetables, shapes, size will never
be the same
Strong and stubborn in our minds, wanting to fight for our lives, like gravy thick in life
By: Marissa Stoops
But:
You say you love me
You say we have a future
But,
You emailed me
You said it’s not working
I realized you lied
Why did you lie?
I can’t believe,
I didn’t see this coming
I’m so blind
But,
Why did I fall in love?
I trusted you,
I believed you,
My heart accepted you
But,
Why did you lie?
But,
What am I supposed to do?
I only trusted you,
I only believed you,
I only loved you,
But,
Why did you lie?
Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops
Heat
The heat will rise and build up inside
I can’t control it at times
I have to get some air-
Other wise I will blow up my hair
I feel so heavy with heat
I want to melt inside and freeze
The air against my skin feels so sweet
It calms me down with perfect harmony
The muscles relax and seam to dismiss
As the heat leaves and accompany the air-
I breathe in deep to make sure it’s no longer there
So at this point I want to give you-
A word of advice:
Don’t let the heat take control of you
By: Marissa Stoops
No sabemos
Cuando nos despedimos
Por que mañana
Sólo pertenece a Dios en el cielo
No sabemos
Sobre la última mirada
Sobre la última canción
Incluso si somos jóvenes y fuertes
Sobre el último baile
Sobre la flecha mortal
Donde se apunta
Simplemente no sabemos
Aunque somos amados y ungidos
El último día llega como un relámpago
El último aliento como la escarcha
Evanesciéndose ante nuestros ojos
Para traer dolor y tristeza
La vida es un desastre fenomenal
Dios escucha nuestros gritos
Los gritos de nuestros hermanos y hermanas
Dios escucha nuestras oraciones
Dios ve nuestras lágrimas desgarradoras
Dios ve cómo humedecemos y empapamos los bancos
Cuando nos alejamos
No sabemos
Cuando falleceremos
No sabemos
Acerca de mañana
No sabemos
Sobre el último día
No sabemos
Cuando nos despedimos
Si otro hola
Tendrá lugar bajo este cielo
Simplemente no sabemos
Acerca de mañana.
PD Este poema es una traducción de 'When We Say Goodbye';
Está dedicado a todos.
Extrañaremos a nuestra querida hermana Tania Marissa Joseph Maranhão.
Copyright © 27 de abril de 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.
Departing:
You said you loved me.
I fell for you lie.
I truly thought I loved you.
You made it a joke.
I want it real for me.
I need it true
why did you lie to me,
when life was so cruel?
You need to know
I don't need you
thinking I was not everything I needed
wishing I had that
wanting to be what not
I now understand, I don't need you.
Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops
*Christmas Time*
There is a bright light
A bright light
Around the block
Its jingle bell time
It’s a well time
Santa’s coming to night Oh, oh, oh
So cheerful night
Let sleep till the night goes by
Oh, it’s a swell time
Mistletoe hanging so sweetly
I can kiss you till the night is sleepy
Oh, it’s a swell time
My children’s time
Watching as they scream in cheer
(Course)
Oh, let me be with you
Oh, and let you be with me.
It’s a swell time; it’s a fun time,
To watch the night go by
Singing jingle-bell time
It’s a swell time
Eating all night till sun comes up
Children sleeping to know there fun to come
Cleaning up, cooking it’s all the same
To busy to think, so cheerful in so deep
Oh, oh, oh
(Course)
Oh, let me be with you
Oh, and let you be with me.
It’s a swell time; it’s a fun time,
To watch the night go by
Oh, oh, oh
By: Marissa Stoops