Long Esmeralda Poems

Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green;
And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene.

They did daily chores on a farm, in the outlying regions...

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I had been placed in chains 
Where the cripples shed their canes 
And the blind regained the art of seeing.
It was a robbers’ den 
And as all God fearing men, 
I had assets needed freeing.

Sometimes...

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Mr. Spider is an ugly looking creature. He has a hairy face and arms. However, the hairs on the top of his head are somewhat thinner than those on his face, and scattered all over...

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If I had my way...that's how this started
how I wanted to compose my latest masterpiece
though in the position I'm in 
my thoughts reign weary
as I struggle not to slumber while standing
so I take a seat...

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My gypsy heart is restless.....
I’ve been here too long
too long....
the fields alive with paths that lead....lead...
there, to the edge of the earth and sky
the minstrel sings that sing
of places of my dreams sing...sing...
to my gypsy...

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She moved round the Fair on nary a care
floating on cloud cushions of Spring Gaelic air
as goers strutted their finest wares. 
Upon her arrival, a wicked west wind
did suddenly appear rifling
its way through the crowd....

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I am not dreaming, certainly. .
Not even dreams of the purest happiness 
Contain that of which makes up this precious being. . .
How softly she smiles at me….
Like the beautiful gypsy, La Esmeralda,
To the hideous...

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Quasimodo

Is tha' I gan't ta'k too good
Tha' keep me silent, not my mood

They thin' I brooding monstrosity
All thin' so, except, not she

I feel so shame when she look at me
I wish someway she see only...

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Keep it; leave it; don't stress about it.
Hold it close; adore it and raise it. 
Abandon it; forget it was ever there. 
Forget about:
Lacey, Tracey, Daisy
Or Patricia, Anisha, Alexa, Esmeralda, 
Miguel or maybe even Shontell.
Hate...

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MASQUERADE BALL MACABRE

clash of swords and ebony bones,
this masquerade ball quickens her pulse.
her mask’s sutured to her face.
panic embraces her opaque eyes.

silver flashes, like lightening bolts, to win her hand.
spectres did hypnotize her, thus paralyzed...

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Como una orquesta, es tu sonrisa resonando en cada momento del día
Viendo las grandes verdes praderas pensando únicamente en tus ojos verdes
El cielo azul combina con tus ojos con el mismo tinte con la elegancia...

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Swordfish, in San Francisco, is excellent.
For authentic West Coast flavor, come visit 
the Broadway Oyster Bar in St. Louis.
Be sure to ask for the craw-fish appetizer.

If you visit San Diego, you may enjoy
fresh salmon, seared...

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With Athena's wise courage 
and the fierce confidence of Artemis'
The lily pond smiles back at Esmeralda
hypnotizing waterlilies-
beauty so cleansed
the water can't mimic her movements.
The enchanting dark haunts the lively garden-
hidden within a forest,
behind a cottage...

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Agnes Sampson there you say,
As frightened even now as to the strong wind is to a blade of Hay,
But we forget what made her the same,
And what gave the evil fairy Maleficent-her name!

We may accuse...

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QUASIMODO

Quasi modo geniti infantes,*
“Why was I not made of stone like thee,”
Up-far-up, he hugs the cold cathedral gargoyle.

Are there tears when they beat his humpback?

Do we care? Do we?
Sophistical** sophistication of the mob

both skint and...

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When I saw you again, I got that "out of water" 
feeling, like a Jew at a nazi wedding, or nutloaf 
on thanksgiving

kinda strange to be here again, seeing your love
and run-away black hair, cinderella...

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Esmeralda

She felt like a queen with sweet memory and life
nestled in her fortress of lush poetry and light
a place of passion where the world could not go
as she forged on with sweet memories and a
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For I pry my damnest
Her legs of an oyster
For they do not give way
Thy lacking in moisture 
This night of great troubles
It pains me so
My loins are aching
Her pearls glow
A beauty to behold
Her spirit roam...

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