Bridget Poems - Poems about Bridget

Salem Village, Massachusetts May 11, 1692 Of evil works in league with the devil, I am accused. Spit upon, bolts tethered in chains, I have been abused. People mardle I cast spells of palsie to make them twitch. Blinded by fear, they labeled me a sorceress, a witch. Superstition is to blame for blinding their eyes. I claim innocence when affronted by...

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it matters to not be able to tell where you end and comfort begins seamlessly held by another with nature to rest within we're all of the same matter then the 'what's the matter' is settled now ripples felt...

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Beneath the starry skies, I met her, Radiant beauty, that's Bridget Moragwa, In her eyes, I found a world of wonder, Delightful moments, that make me feel alive, Giving me hope, for a brighter tomorrow, Each day, my love for her only grows, Truly blessed, to have her by my side. Making my heart sing, her smile, Overwhelming joy, she brings every while, Radiating...

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How could Bridget Watching A midget On one hand denied a digit Continue to fidget? Why would A paranoid, Last year, with a fibroid, Often getting her annoyed, Now turn schizoid? When do angles become trapezoid And mind of soundness void? How, why and when? For I want Bridget ‘Now’ Taken back to ‘Then’… Medically, right now?...

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She’s eighty-eight this day in January, Graced my life nearly a quarter century. When I grow up I want to be, Just like my dear friend, nay ‘Auntie’, Bridie! This Colleen from Castlemaine, County Kerry, Is ever joyous and merry. Bridie loves a hearty hug or rousing Irish song, She’ll skip an Irish waltz, pulling ye along. Life’s small joys she savors Content with...

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The crumbs beneath the tablecloth Have been there for the best part of a week And the smell of malting cats has finally begun to reek The carpet dust has become as visible as rust The bin is overflowing from Bottles of cheap wine And her work shoes are lying unused. She really isn't taking this breakup well As so...

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Bridget Rose she thought she wasn't beautiful she didn't like her nose but I noticed when she held it up how much her smile glows she thought she wasn't beautiful her eyelashes were thin but I noticed right behind them were eyes that melted me within she thought she wasn't beautiful she said my hair where do I begin but I noticed how the color perfectly highlighted...

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