Long Maeve Poems

I'd rather be trapped in an elevator with Hannibal Lecter than be in the presence of Homelander


He flew inside a doom plane full of innocent people
He stop the terrorist from commandeering and high jacking the...

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Working Mothers | By: Maeve Simons |     | Category: Poem - Children Bookmark and Share
Working Mothers

Working mothers are in a class of their own.
Maintaining a house and paying off a loan....

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Evil Loki and Queen Maeve
have joined forces to make a mob.
All evil creatures that had died before
with the powers between them
these same creatures will live once more.
They raised Medusa the long dead gorgan
with Athena's shield,...

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Cheers to my mother I’ll share a tale,
After a swig of lime-soaked gin,
To which I’ll use the drink to avail,
Words worthy of an eyesight’s spin:

There lives a queen with hair so red,
Whose crown was her...

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There lives a queen named Maeve the Red,
Whose crown was her very cerise hair,
Which pours from her head as if it bled,
A tindered incandescent flare.

Her eyes are curuscating refined malachite,
That see through all that glows,
For...

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I ponder on what I would like to indulge 
Had I but enough time and money
And the only thing good I judge
Is a room filled with books and sunny

A space of my own to escape...

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For Maeve...   ‘Moth’ !

I am but a moth,
Beguiled by the light:
Your radiance a beacon
for attention: Now, I might
be speaking out of turn;
These words may sound undue.
But I thank you for the Brilliance
that shines...

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sentenced to hell at the age of birth
and living within the living well
the urn of fortune casts the wheel
and stones test me hub pin

the frozen frustration, the liquid fire
ignites the lift, into the light, and...

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She captures your heart with loyalty. 
Holds power of living life joyfully. 
She’ll be herself with vulnerability. 
While fools choose imposters they can not see. 

Her bionic ear will bring on smiles
Hearing ice cream trucks...

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There is a castle standing still.
Where blood was shed
to protect our free will.
When foreign foes 
dared trespass,
we kicked their ass.
There is castle standing still.
Where wine flowed free
and pigs were killed.
To celebrate our victory.
Music and dance...

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For Maeve… Bloom!

Bloom!
More perfect than an Angel, so you captivate the room.
Light!
Your smile a thousand fireworks to see me through each night..
Sun!
You know the power to burn is there but the danger is such fun!
Moon!
So...

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