Karen Poems - Poems about Karen

Granted, Karen was on Top of the World, her passionate voice brought her Close to You, We've Only Just Begun, her gems hid pearled, her Rainy Days and Mondays changed our view. Bless the Beasts and Children, expressed warm peace, The Night Has a Thousand Eyes, sleep awhile, to being Solitaire, Walk On By, please, Make It Easy on Yourself. Rest a...

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Karen keeps it all she has buttons and bows her very first doll there are sixteen drawers in her closet none of them close some are full of ruined old panty hose Karen is a crafter, she throws nothing away her husband keeps quiet, he has no real say for she might need this and she might need that she has a a rubber...

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Who is Karen? Or what is she to cheer? Is she a mother, or a friend, or a whisper in the wind? She is the realtor ,the banker, In the courtroom as a thinker. She is the teacher, that cares, the politician, that fares . The voice the hurts my ears. The terror that brings us to tears. The electricity that flows through...

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There was this old lady, drinking soup She was also knitting, loop by loop She ran out of yarn Screamed and said- "Oh Darn!" Started dunking needles in ball hoop!...

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In the realm of my heart, there resides Karen Cook, A love that enchants, like a well-written book. Her grace is a melody, a dance of pure bliss, Her smile like the sun, warming every abyss. A love story painted with hues of devotion, Karen's presence alone sparks an endless emotion. Within her, a spirit of strength and gentle grace, A soul...

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Usually, I know how to keep calm But not that day. That day anger took over. I lost awareness. It happened so fast I felt my heart and my voice rising. I did nothing to stop. After the incident, I felt terrible, My heart ached It was that bad. I was shocked with my own self I'm not proud. I knew better. There is no excuse. Let them push...

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Nonchalant, the leaf whirls without care On the wind it rides to somewhere Tree-free, it flies with bird-flare A swinging light feather Kite without its string Airy last fling Roaming to end in new… …new trip where? Heaven knows Eagle eyes watch wandering winds blow on leaf’s air-current show Released, rides to an unknown Leaving its toils, freed at long last Departs, dancing for the next recast… (1/3/23 For Feel Free contest inspired...

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The BritBox show Karen Pirie has good characters, nice scenery. The sleuthing’s hardcore, toned down on the gore, hitting all the right notes for me. ...

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You broke your back at your home in January of 2016 when you fell. You were the last surviving cast member of "On The Buses" but now you have died as well. You also starred in "Beautiful Thing" and "What's Up Nurse!". Breaking your back was bad but your death was far worse. Because of your talent, receiving fame...

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I took my dog for a walk on the beach. Ran into Karen and she started to preach. Plastic bags times three; filled with doggie debris. People polluting the beach she decreed. I smiled politely turning to continue on my way. Apparently, she had a whole lot more to say. I listened disinterested and mostly ambivalent. Thinking, how could anyone be...

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When I walk down the paths that wind Through the canyons of my mind, I find mystic scrolls of wishes and dreams, Floating on Destiny’s streams. Never shall these dreams and wishes Be abandoned, forgotten Fishes; But they shall be accepted, As long as they remain wishes not granted And dreams unachieved, Because accepting things we...

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My black son He did not belong Unwelcome Unannounced and subsequently Uninvited To attend his predominately white Honors math class online Confirmations abounded With increasing befuddlement By the substitute teacher “Are You Sure?” By a white classmate Affirmed Welcomed Invited Permitted to remain After all He did belong My black son...

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Before golden opportunity (goes no argh hue mint the way of Long John Silver) doth fade and dwindle not necessarily cuz the missus did (NOT) bribe and swindle an ambition (for nor rhyme nor reason) arose to kindle... Affectionate communication employing (figurative) gambol probably testing your patience to decrypt me trademark ramble essential crux of matter after ye prune thorny verbiage, metaphorical berry good bramble. Methinks yar psyche slid...

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Emmy Is An Entity Horn Haiku enormous emmy is truly an entity many may envy are in a new phase and we use a certain phrase must give God our praise day did reach an end so this poem to you shall send always did intend looks like lump of lard while old face does seems so scared our time has been hard much fruit in our cake which...

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