Best Monica Poems

Bill And Monica - Limerick

There once was a girl called Monica
Bill played her like a harmonica
Placed cigars in her rear 
News said that was *****
Both caught on surveillance electronica...

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Santa Monica Pier

I remember watching 
the ocean roll on the shore,
wave after wave, 
crashing down on the solid sand
and I idly staring back
wondering if the Atlantic was as blue.

I watched him light a candle
and move in the swaying light
from a bygone age.

The flame flickered, so...

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A Dream !!! Monica - Reality ?.

Flakes of gold permeate my hours, diamond dust shrouds my time.
Snow streaked, golden haired, Autumn green eyed beauty – my rhyme 
doth speak of – I try and get past all this glitter, in order to find
what is past...

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It is slowly juxtaposition,

an oldies reith for an acoustic-ness-

and we make a mock,

drain the corner stores mox....

Engravings in luck and harmonious-

they take a tail for a toc,

malevolence out of the box,

on the streets-

in levy and over the acropolis,

like crumbly even and corny thermopolis-

how the havens...

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Children of the iron curtain 

Stripped of God from birth, 

Crawling on a toothless wall - 

Question marks on compass. 

Chicks growing colored wings, 

Door unlocked - unable to believe 

Sunrise doesn't come with bars 

For those who can still fly... 

No man's land -...

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  I did not have sexual relations I swore
  but my mouth organ she was just askin’ for.
    No one played like Monica
    and she loved a good cigar
  but now she won’t blow my nut...

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Cristina
the world is full of people
who just don't care
they see you need a ride
and leave you standing there
what's the use of friends
if they don't sympathise
and because of different parties
they don't comprimise
yes people can be mean
when they get upset
they show their ugly feeling
and do not act...

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Monica, I tell you that’s an awfully hard door.
I don’t think I should be hitting it anymore.
I’ve given it the works with this sledgehammer.
Yes, I know we are in a big jammer.
How did I know the old man would lock the door on us?
We are...

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dear monica, I'm inspired to pen a letter to you to read my thoughts a moment I will always treasure for it indeed was a pleasure to meet you monica.  I was so fascinated in the brief moments we spoke I-I didn't even choke...

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bells and whistles been
somebody kin to me needs
this ol house is was...

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"He must have been mentally bent
whoever designed the Washinton monument.
That thing doesn't look anything like him.
I suggest that we," said Monica Lewinsky,
"change it to A Tribute To President Bill Clinton."

Get it? It's because the Washington monument looks so much like a, well you know,
a cigar...........then...

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The reason I was there I cannot recall
But I was sitting outside of our classroom, alone in the hall
When Principal Johnson walked into our class
I stood up to watch him through the square in the door with the glass

He whispered something to the teacher who...

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Scam 
Fake
Con artist
She. .....he
He.....she
Someone
Something
Robber
Thieves
Use, abuse, misuse me,you and others
Strike before we STRIKE
Hello trash folder...

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He nods towards a table between the hibiscus
and other flowering plants,
a bit more removed from the racket of passing cars, 
the tiny music of forks tapping porcelain dinner plates.

Her eyes spy artwork for sale
hung across mustard-colored walls. 

He wants Amore: flatbread
covered with baby spinach, 
sliced...

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Many an angel does wear white,
Though the flawless, blinding, perfect cloth
Is seldom a part of the celestial uniform.

True angelic attire is as often as not
A bloodflecked smock
Inhabited by a cranky, caring cynic
Bent on saving you in spite of yourself.
Dr. Monica, Best Friend to my wife,
And...

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