Long Harry potter Poems

I feel as lame as a whale without its fins to swim in fine waters
Blue blasphemy break a spirit of slumberless insanity that rips up my poetic loves, likes, unlikes and hates
Debates on TV…flee from...

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In New Haven, Lisa misses the sad, dark, city aesthetics of her hometown. Its crime podcast vibe, actinic crime-lighting and sirens in the distance, that lull her to sleep like lullabies. She has a disturbingly...

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      As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy 
metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, 
illness drools plus plus halcyon?
drawn too many wrinkles...

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I've fallen flat on my face 
And I can't get up
I wanna leave this place 
But I gotta pick my face up 1st
Looking in the mirror has become the worst
Cause I gotta look at this...

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This is a poem I wrote last year for my grand children....one loves bird...future ornithologist, maybe?

Owls belong to one of two different families or classes,
Even though there are more than 216 types in their masses,
The...

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Another bon voyage on next leg of journey...

into the unknown courting lovely lass
crafted four years ago to date 
flying colors while eldest progeny 
an undergraduate 
at storied university did pass.

Even at a young age, she
first...

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Dragon was feeling persnickety one day, he wanted his Dragon magic back.
The Elven King had bound it for 100 years, to protect those who magic lacked.
Every young dragon needs to first learn… to live a...

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Where magic thrives in peace, Yet no human ever beholds
Of witches, wizards, wands, it is, A miraculous story that unfolds. 

He who mustn't be named, Power above all who desired
His own life, instead he claimed,...

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(Inspired by the ‘Harry Potter’ series by J.K. Rowling)

“Good morning, Hermione Granger! 
I’m surprised to see you here. 
I figured you’d be at Hogwarts
Or grabbing a Butter Beer.” 

“Although that sounds enticing, 
As it’s the...

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It’s 5 in the morning and all I can think about is you.
I go through your Instagram.
Those aesthetic accounts you follow.
Meaningless quotes of misunderstood media.
Made by teenage girls with nothing better to do.
But I look...

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People ask me a lot why do I write
Well...Pain is Lyrics am I right
It constricts my heart ever so tight
I try to break the hold with all my might
But the pain is 2 strong
In this...

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A farmer's son was once tending to his mother's hens,
Collecting their eggs to sell,
At his family's road-side market stand when,
He found a purple egg with a rotten smell. 

The boy looked around at all the...

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Beloved daughter dubbed "Munchkin",
an appellation engineered by "mother"
now evinces enviable survival skills,
this papa dismissed himself attaining,
and though sites set
to attain satisfactory income

courtesy asper keeping
your inherited Semitic
nose to the grindstone
(cute as a button)
toward fiercely dedicated
academic success...

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Mary, the daughter of some parental friends, is on her high-school-senior college-tour and my mom (on Face Time) told me their plans called for them to be in New Haven over the weekend.

“Would you mind...

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People underestimate the power of books to those who are truly in love with them. Not just the object, but the idea of the object, the words within the pages. Reading a book is so...

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You can probably tell I've always been inspired by Slim Shady 
By the way I rhyme words and the fact my pen's crazy
I'm the equivalent to Jason Voorhees listening to the Marshall Mathers LP with...

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Our own hagrid (in the corporeal essence of marital relatives) heaves livid rage
like real life harry potter dementors dead set on wreaking havoc
   mainly from the zison matriarch in a mental and physical...

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Our own hagrid (in the corporeal essence of marital relatives) heaves livid rage
like real life harry potter dementors dead set on wreaking havoc
   mainly from the zison matriarch in a mental and physical...

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Reaching Out by Kenny Davis

Can’t you tell by now that my heart is reaching out
To you and your heart, to the world, it’s preaching about
My endless love for you, something I can’t do with out
Forced...

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The sun dulled to a shade of green,
A creature hanging there I hadn't seen
Wings of webs and sparkling coloured hues
Seeming to be smiling at me, head tilted

A mystical creature there only I could see
The sun...

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Call me the magician pulling rabbits out my hat, that 
13th Friday Jason Voorhees stabbin at your cat,

with hocus strokus powers as I use my magic wand, 
while upbeat melodies are sprinkled to a sadder...

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The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade Tried to make it in to an all black male...

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If the cupboard under the stairs could talk
I wonder what it would say
Would it tell me of those who hid in it
When there was rent to pay

What about the poor frightened child
Back in nineteen forty...

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She turns me around
Forty years ago
At High School graduation
And she says…
Something I can’t remember

It was probably something like,
‘Well, lookit that!’ or
‘Boy, Howdy!’ or
Some such encouragement

And… though I cannot remember it
Now, I would not part with...

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IM "MOZART"
ORCHESTRA "ART"
AURA "SPARKS"
READ MY JOURNAL MY Notes COME TO "LIFE"
YOU'LL HEAR THUNDER "STRIKES"
LIGHTNING FLASHES WHEREVER YOU "ARE"
TURN THE ROOM INTO "NIGHT"
AN YOU'LL SEE THE "STARS"
DARK CLOUDS THE STORMS "COMING"
THE RAIN SHOWS MY "SUFFERING"
I love...

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