Carroll Poems - Poems about Carroll

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Nancy was one pretty flapper, even if it was pretend The photographer loved her photo the best to the end. Nancy Carroll, an actress and model he fell for right away. He kept her photo on his mantle until his very last day....

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LEWIS CARROLL ' JABBERWOCKY' from thru the looking glass ================================ I ...

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Lewis Carroll famed now for 'Alice' a wonderland lass with no vice Also in verse he did persist Jabberwocky revealed him a linguist...

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I seem to have started a series of cat poems. My dog series was so fulfilling. The cats are both real and imagined, from my own owning, or friend’s. Hope you enjoy! Carroll Cat ********* (Dedicated to Joe & Nancy Young ————————————- Feeling within A whistling flute From nearby hilltops, She responds...

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The sun is shining so bright As the little birds sing so beautifully And the children play along And true love fills the air And your so beautiful in life An Angel from heaven above And she makes everyone smile in life and With summer time in the air It's so beautiful and so bright And she walks down the street And she smiles so...

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We have all been warned, but the sign was there Staring in her face, and nothing else was The food could be drugged But the sign said “eat me” and “drink me” and “be me” So Alice did what she was told, Being a curious girl. It was her first act of compliance Could it save her from the rabbit hole? She...

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We have all been warned, but the sign was there Staring in her face, and nothing else was The food could be drugged But the sign said “eat me” and “drink me” and “be me” So Alice did what she was told, Being a curious girl. It was her first act of compliance Could it save her from the rabbit hole? She...

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Salvador Dali’s work makes me smile, sometimes laugh even. It uplifts me, makes me feel happy, brings joy. He was more daring at his heyday than any artist ever. His risk taking ability has opened up the realm of possibility for others. He was the Lewis Carroll/Edgar Allen Poe of artists if you ask me....

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Morning The Innkeeper checked his watch once again Hoping the chef's feelings weren't hurt. The last time they were, he arrived two hours late And then left, serving just his dessert. Sadly the chef, on this day of all days Turned up filthy, flies open and drunk. A black cat meowed as the chef stumbled in; He was unkempt and cursing and...

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Various Heresies 5 Tonight, Let's Remember by Michael R. Burch July 7,2007 (7-7-7) Tonight, let's remember the fond ways our fingers engendered new methods to praise the gray at my temples, your thinning hair. Tonight, let's remember, and let us draw near... Tonight, let's remember, as mortals do, how cutely we chortled when work was through, society sated, all gods put to rest, and you in...

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Morning At Work Impaired by his tremors And a troublesome cough, He turned fur into felt Before cooling things off. He drooled once or twice And grew cold in his bones, But he shaped all the felt Into all of the cones. Noon His 'venomous vipers' Grew restless again And woke as the toxins Played games with his brain. He began to see strange things And quickly grew scared When the...

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everyday I see people dwelling in the dark dungeons of life and despite them trying to do the right thing they're struck with trouble and strife felled by illness, unemployment, homelessness and all manners of despair but I've never seen anyone who would not then kneel down in prayer prayer is a conversation that takes place between you and...

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A spore is placed upon my tongue Hallucinagenic seed Images will soon appear As mushroom starts to breed The body starts to tingle As the mind begins to glow Spiders crawl about the wall And carpet starts to grow TV speaks in foreign words And music can be seen Am I just a form of life Or am I human being Chairs begin to talk to me In...

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All these brilliantly shining currents Of memories Of words. Of memories Like waterfalls gushing out the earthen vessel. A tragicly equipped troubadour tantalized By living, at the movies, Nodding just so. Dangling above it all nearly. The vision is almost pristine The way the muses' hand stroked cross wise. With every notion of that mysterious pen, ...

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