Brae Poems - Poems about Brae

SETTING THE TRAP FOR MARTHA BRAE ARRIVING WITH ENVY WATCHING MY ENTIRE FAMILY SURROUNDING ME WITH LOVE RATHER AT THE POOLSIDE OR IN MY LIVING ROOM 2020 MY GRANDDAUGHTER ARRIVED FROM KUWAIT OUR FAMILY IS VERY BIG ON PHOTOGRAPHY INCLUDING NEW YORK TIMES REPORTER FOR ME IT'S THE POOLSIDE PHYSICAL THERAPY FROM MY STROKE 2019...

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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 BLEW UP MY HUSBAND PETER SRRIPPERS WERE EVERYWHERE PETER TRIED...

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Never will I fear a Martha brae witch wearing my bathing suit scraping my slippers trying to force me to drown leaving Martha brae dirt gold dust from the Taino witch eh reeking havoc in America envy fear denial you will forever walking backwards and when you finally stop death the same death of Rasta...

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SORRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS IDENTITY FRAUD CRIMINAL GROUP YOU WILL NEVER EVER IMPERSONATE ME YOU WERE MISLEAD BY SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND CIRO GARGANO AND PETER GARGANO IF YOU HURRY YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO IMPERSONATE PETERS WIFE USE HER IDENTITY IMPERSONATE HER OR ONE OF CIRO’S WIVES YOU CAN...

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There's certainly no right or wrong way to survive war to survive a taino curse on your ancestors we grow we know we move past taino forever currents flowing backwards as we grieve the loss of loved ones in bondage by what glitters within a sunken cave bondage by Kings of England we move forward...

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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 my life back home springfield illinois she was from Tampa i chicago...

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Lo' beneigh' the random bield, bewails upo' the leaf An' lea'e me naught but grief and pain, as moone breaks through the heath Upo' the gilded braes we kissed, luve sang a zephyrs cry Where say, my luve, o' fare thee weel, till a' the seas gang dry An' bleak October winds ensue, beneigh' the furrow's frost The sacred lowe,...

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There is a river, and its vigor never cease There is a river, the Martha Brae river I have seen it and knew strange peace Looking on its brown spate of muddy water I see no Pharpar nor Abana sterile clean And clear, but there the yams grow better And the farmers sleep is rich and serene And the cattle gets grass...

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