Collins Poems - Poems about Collins

CHRONICLES OF ALENE COLLINS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alene Collins, a tender soul in tumultuous terrain, Touched by turmoil, torn by tenderness & pain. She grew in her teenage testimonies, trials & tears, She's her grandparents' guiding light across the years.4 Separated at birth, scared and unseen, Sorrow silently settled in her serene. Without a father's face, she learned to thrive, A mother's...

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William Collins in poetic mode wrote some verse in an ode Also rakish by repute & melodic balance non did dispute...

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"Dark Shadow's" Barnabas Collins, Was guilty of vampire maulin's. He was cursed by jealous witch, Angelique, A cure for vampirism he did seek. 7/16/21 (For those who don't know, Dark Shadows was a gothic soap-opera that aired from 1966-1971. As a kid, I was crazy about it!)...

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By day six I was antsy Stayed in my room all morning I knew this would happen While the glass-shatter of the ocean waves And yelps of surprise from scores of little kids Drifted in Through my opened balcony doors From the beach below Made the mistake of paying attention to my phone And the more I did It seemed The more emails dinged Like an elevator...

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Your singing sounds awfully sweet when I hear Donovan's composition "Sunny Goodge Street". "Send In The Clowns" also sounds great, along with "Suzanne"; they are both first rate. Your greatest hit that made number one was "Both Sides Now". It can't be outdone. All your great songs I continue to play. I'm so glad you're still around today. ...

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It has often been said that empires come and go And from the beginning of time that has been so Empires ruled with terror and an iron fist Taking brutal action against those, who tried to resist. On the sixteenth of October in the year eighteen ninety Michael Collins was born near the town of Clonakilty He went on to become...

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You are the soup and the spoon. You are the moist, warm vapor of tarragon rising from the bowl, you are the wooden bowl. You are that same vapor morphed into the morning mist that flags across the tops of hemlock and pine on its journey toward an evening sky so perfectly clouded and colored it could be a painting. You are that sky at...

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~ Barnabas Collins~ (Free Verse) They visit me here though they think me dead, They all think me a long time gone. The mausoleum is quiet, with only one shadow, Creeping upon its ancient walls, and thats of my own The heavy door seems to creek of sudden I think, Outside I hear the sounds of heavy footsteps; I open the secret...

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As a daytime vampire, you achieved great popularity. Your acting skills have displayed your awesome versatility. Each afternoon, I ran home from school to see you on TV. The producer of the show would also bring forth a movie. In your same role, you would wreak havoc in the community. In Collinsport, Maine, you were pursuing a girl named Maggie. She...

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Neil V. Collins September 17, 1943 – September 2, 2005 Only August gloaming now never more than a memory forever gone, September. ©Kathryn Collins August 31, 20012...

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Billy Collins read his poems And we all sat there, rapt. Not everybody has those words Just waiting to be tapped. His poetry provides the rungs So happenings mundane Can climb a ladder, bringing them To quite a different plane. An ordinary thought Would come to naught in many hands; Yet Billy Collins molds it With the magic he commands. I wonder if the audience Got sucked into...

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They visit me here though they think me dead They all think me a long time gone The mausoleum is quiet, with only a dark shadow Creeping upon its ancient walls, and thats of my own The heavy door seems to creek all of sudden I think Outside I hear the sounds of what seems like footsteps I open that...

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