Best Martha Poems

Martha Brown is my neighbour.
and a sprightly eighty-five.
Martha lives upon her own;
so proud she can still drive.
And it was just recently,
Martha knocked upon my door,
to ask me for a favour,
and with this I can’t ignore.

Martha asked me will I join her
when driving to the city,
for...

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HANDMAIDEN OF MOON DANCING



fly me to stars in the thrill of one swan night
over a crescent arc to feel a flame of sighs,
teasing dreams so silent yet ever wild
and like a neon light, speak through your feet ,
your ribs twirling in drips of summer’s rage...

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There once was a domestic diva named Stewart,
Who started a decorating empire and grew it.
It seems everthing she touched turned to gold,
Until she fell victim to that adage of old;
She succumbed to greed and promptly blew it....

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For Martha a girl of thirteen
Dreams were not umpteen

She saw a nurse walk briskly 
“Wish I were her’ she thought frankly

Having set this goal in mind
To run the race, ways she did find

While other children of her age
In various forms of fun did engage

During vacation,...

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Martha Mae

Pretty and gay

Loved to sew

So, her husband to-be

Stacked onesies in a row

But it came not to pass, you see

For he soon discovered her strange addiction

To keep from being bored

She began to hoard

Children, permanent babysitting, or abduction

He couldn’t give her a child of their own

So...

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she had beckoned my soul 
her envy surrounded me 
as i sat writing poetry and song
it was my identity she was after

her name was jay mine was yolanda 
i recited poems for montel williams 
on poetry .com my poems became quilts 
maps of my freedom...

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Love Your Tia Martha

Here I stand asking why
Why her? Someone so special like a mother
Always there to pick you up
Life wasn’t easy for her
Fixed on independence
We never knew the truth
How much pain she was in
Her body consumed by the effects
But a smile she wore everyday
Gone...

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Pretty and privileged young lady of Rome...
Rome Georgia that is didn't see the world
through her rich father's eyes, no she
saw poor mountain folk struggling to
survive and barely getting by when she
could have anything she wanted and
the best education money can buy
but that only made her...

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The small print on my facecloth said Marth Stewart.
-But I knew what it meant-...

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“40But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made.    She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me! 41"Martha, Martha,"...

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Every month, without fail, I buy your magazine,
   I read it through from front to back, to see what I might glean.
   I'm awed at your endeavors and your accomplishments are many.
   You show readers how to keep a...

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SEVERE STALKING FROM LEFT OVER STRIPPERS FROM PETER CLUB IN TAMPA ALI IA HILTON TALISA SHAW DANITA DELMONT AGENT KIWANI BUGGS FROM MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND STABLE OF JHORES HE SHARE WITH PETER GARGANO I REPORTED THE STENCH TO THE FBI AND STRIP CLUB LITERALLY...

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Martha
Inspiration inspired
Strength out muscled
Resistance a virtue
Smiles despite what stands in the way
Stares down this enemy that seems to ambush her every time
A war is on the horizon 
An epic battle she refuses to lose
Time so unpredictable
Each day she stands and walks out that door
Continuing to...

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Comey and Martha Stuart Sentence

Comey had created  Martha Stuart sentence;
She would need to serve for her repentance;
Mentioned flowers,
Better than ours;
Harshly affected her supporters and tenants.

Jim Horn

Missing Other Poets

So where have you been?
Write more poems again,
Be enjoyed;
Never annoyed;
Will read while in my den.

Jim Horn

Trump to...

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She sits and listens
Intent on every word 
Not once does she visit the kitchen
Where I need her help, her assistance
There is so much to do, so many tasks
And she simply won’t help me

She sits at His feet
Listening and heeding 
His every word brings a peace
To...

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