Edna Poems - Poems about Edna

A lunar cave sheilded them from the horrors of radation there the Moondogs honed there skills and became revered by the challenges of nature. Martain Microbes and Titan Sulfurnites the Crystals of a space time Contentioum filled the area were the Magnif One Duplicater wuld build the first ever Home World vessel to store the inhabitants of Earth. Earth a World far, far away! Earth, there a twinkle in...

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I never thought you could go wrong If you added color, for I love it so. But my cousin Edna who wore a thong Went overboard until I yelled “whoa!” Your eyes do not get used to the patterns there. Up, down, sideways, backwards, everywhere. I thought a rainbow kitchen would be fine. But it was ridiculously overdone and out of line. I...

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I am terrified I will die, Wesley said. It is raining. Rain does not usually kill people, I replied. But lightning can, and thunder is scary. Lightning has never hit me, I replied. It will probably get me, he said. His teeth were shaking. He had been raised by a worst-scenario activist. Everything she says usually includes the worst possibility imaginable. She...

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Poems about Poets V Edna St. Vincent Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor by Michael R. Burch After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs, Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs: “Please act more chastely, more discretely, more seemly!” (His name, let’s assume, was, er ... Percival Queemly.) “Expel me! Expel me!”—She flashes her eyes. “Oh!...

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“Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now” by Edna St. Vincent Millay Women have loved before as I love now; At least, in lively chronicles of the past- Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast Much to their cost invaded-here and there, Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest, I find some woman bearing as...

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“I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed” (Sonnet XLI) by Edna St. Vincent Millay I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a certain zest To bear your body's weight upon my breast: So subtly is the fume of life designed, To clarify...

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Edna stalked marriagable prey the way most men stalk tigers not at all. Lived the majority of her years Happily worrying about one person's feelings - hers. Edna remained resolutely single happy with her hobbies traveling carefree Joyfully visiting China, Japan, India Learning things other could never learn on a first hand basis. Edna has spent her life doing what she wants when she wants She has...

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Edna Purcell 1912-1930 Dying a virgin was the least of my regrets. Dying a chaste woman at 18 seemed a moot point. I remember watching my momma die. It was in summer, and I was 16. Hopelessly disconsolate, that’s how I felt; How would I live without her? Why was she so cruelly taken from me? How did she get so sick? My demise, then,...

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In Homage to Edna St Vincent Millay To gaze upon truth is to look upon beauty bare, Though few have done so save those who walk The halls of academe, and speak with nature in Its nakedness. We, we such souls who wander in The wilderness of life, lost, anxious, low in mood, Beset with this concern, and that...

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Edna Clouds, dreamer, catch-me-if-you-can, hunted by police, together with her man. T’was Robin Banks, that set her heart a throbbin’, a needy chap who drove the wheels, alias reliant Robin. Third man was a mystery so legend has its say; the guy who packed the lead was deadly Rick O’Shea. The fourth, at nine...

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What better name for one who'd analyze and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, a philosopher who filters truth from lies, our building blocks, the seat of etiology. A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well the implications of a life-long gleaning, composed of and comprises, just a single cell in her journey to examine every meaning. Though new expressions find their way...

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What better name for one who'd analyze and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, a philosopher who filters truth from lies, our building blocks, the seat of etiology. A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well the implications of a life-long gleaning, 'composed of' and 'comprises,' just a single cell in her journey to examine every meaning. Though new expressions find their way...

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What better name for one who'd analyze and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, a philosopher who filters truth from lies, our building blocks, the seat of aetiology. A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well the implications of a life-long gleaning, 'composed of' and 'comprises,' just a single cell in her journey to examine every meaning. Though new expressions find their way...

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Edna St. Vincent Millay Not choosy about person's sex when she played Nor age of the person with whom she lay However, her poetry brightens my day Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Contest: Seeking A Fresh Crop Of Clerihew...

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...for a good friend What better name for one who'd analyze and scrutinize the secrets of logomachy, a philosopher who filters truth from lies, our building blocks, the seat of etiology. A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well the implications of a life-long gleaning, composed of and comprises, but a single cell in her journey to examine every meaning. Some new expressions...

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