Best Mary Poems

*Had to bring this one back. Like my Poe poem, this one follows me wherever I go. It is my favorite lyric that I've written thus far. It is loosely based on a real person and deals with the issues of mental illness and homelessness....

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A curvaceous lady named Mary
Just loved having sex in the dairy
When smothered with whipped cream
Her beau would lick her clean…
His Calorie intake was scary!!!

14th June 2016...

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Couldn't pay the rent, could you Mary? 
Back out on the street, dearest Mary.
Winter's in the air/once a girl with pretty hair, 
And the days are shorter now, my sweet Mary. 

Where will you go, Mary Rogers?
Parks can be so cold, Mary Rogers. 
Out into...

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I hope your worries will end
and you'll suffer no wrath
Searching for the light
Even in the darkest times

No more tears or aching soul
Then you'll know not to worry
If only we could be happy forever
Be strong and brave keep on walking

Magic it seems
    ...

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Mary Godwin -- soon to be Shelley --
Writing with Percy, Byron and Polidori
To create the scariest horror story,
Gave life to a monster of immortal glory....

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Part One of Two

Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored
Part One 

(1.)
Graveyard Visit, Seeing Death's Saddest Truth

Walking rows of silent tombstones that litter in my head
I see far more than just faces of buried ancient dead
I see epic battles some lost and long journeys...

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Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem

(3.)
Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn

Do not my youthful life now mourn
My lot was set day I was born
I grew to be a healthy lad
This evil world turned my soul bad
Life's prison I walked alone
My blood dark red, my heart...

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Just a quick note to say why I haven't been on the soup. I had a little accident in the house and my migraines kicked in. Now, the poem.

Rise up so early in the morning,
the first rays of the sun kiss your temple,
walk to the...

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Turbulent impervious obsidian lifeless world clouds God's compassionate
betrothed faithful prayer family.
Moonlight joy havens awestruck love elation.
Aquamarine wave spirits hot desire 
beyond passion.
Lilac crescent sky petals.
Life bliss vows hope peace freedom melody.
Azure northern light winds kiss calm stars.


poetry in Motion   : Marty Owens ...

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Dear little insect
                         «Our Lady's Bird» bring good luck
            ...

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I never got to dance with Mary Jane
although I heard she sure knows how to swing!
She has a twin, and he is masculine;
he doesn’t have his sister’s magic powers,
her mystic way of calming people down
or bringing sweet relief for those in pain.
His tall and sturdy...

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One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
to me it seemed just one more night--
like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
would hear the tinkling of the bells,
would see the garish harlot's robe
and painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man...

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In the flickering of the ethereal candlelight, as the greenish blue flame
Burns dimly against the ancient mirror of reflections, the necromancer
Chants in rhythms rhythmic undertones, stirring the rippling pools of
Illusions, between the divisions of altered states of realism, and the 
Foggy vaporous mists in the...

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(Duo rhyme in Honor of Mary Ports)

Butterflies & Moonbeams 

Of things that inspire I will write 
Whether things of day or by night 
    Butterflies and silver moonbeams 
    Upon the quiet water gleams 
    Azure...

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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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