Long Maggie Poems

Here's the deal, friends...
   This is, as indicated, the THIRD 1/3 of this very lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 3 parts! 
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Stricken with anguished nausea

Written three years ago tomorrow, 
yet superimposed (likened to 
emotional palimpsest) upon 
mental state of yore
recent post traumatic stress 
triggered courtesy war
torn legally tendered greenbacks, 
where enemy bonded, heisted, and netted 
mine...

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Here's the deal, folks...
   This is the 1st THIRD of this quite lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 3 parts. What a pain!
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I was born fifty years ago on April 10th 1964
Looking back through the years I began to explore

My mama said when it was time for me to be born
I decided to come early and fast...

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VERNANS PAIN              
 
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I looked out the window, what a sight.
A Cocky a crow, a Magpie all sitting on the bench looking towards me.
Suddenly the Cocky squawked what sounded like ' what you doing?'
No i had heard it...

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This is a simple ode,
To a soap opera from some time ago.
It was called Dark Shadows.
And it’s still one of my favorite shows.

It aired from 1966 to 1971.
Watching the show was a lot of fun,
On...

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The radio plays their song
And two hearts beat as one
To the rhythm of a tune they call their own.
The gold and platinum vinyl spins
Creating the sound where love begins.
If only for the moment, they have...

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Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place,       
     Changing who I’d know
A loud bang broke the boredom and...

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James Joyce:
In winding streets of Dublin, I did dwell,
found Ulyssean tales to weave and tell.
In this modern age, voices rise anew.
What themes thrive, Margaret, in works like you?

Margaret Atwood:
Ah, James, your stream, like a cerebral...

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The priest had been here earlier and the rosary was said
and relatives and friends in single file were offering condolences.
"Sorry for your troubles," one by one they said, 
bending over Maggie Murphy, silent in her...

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I ask for answers to my problem around midday, carpenters nailing tables beyond their voices. Thinkers building fence of gold, wiping the devil under the shadow of death. Callers piecing information together to make me...

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“…Let the sunshine (and let the sun shine on in)
Let the sunshine in (You got to open up your heart)…"
-- From Aquarius, by The 5th Dimension


The times they were a-changing,
an age of great unrest.
A Ball...

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THE JOURNEY OF THE MAGGI

Such a journey we had of it
traveling to welcome the new born King..
nay... journeying to receive the to be born new king
we were three of us the king, the beautiful princess...

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The destruction of the cell in the dialectic of negativity
Shooting arrows of light towards the body of the self
Solar processes and nuclear fusion
Sustainable Amazonian Euterpe precatoria trees
Color in the Persuasion of Sensibility
Structure of the ceiling...

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Pallets, Jacks, and the Soft Sounds of the 70's
OR
My Summer Summed Up Summarily for a Small Sum
A constant beeping chirp echoes through the warehouse, strangely comforting the workers who walk these aisles and habitually straighten...

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Made in Sheffield by Steven Cooke

Its Early Morning, a mist descends into the valley.
Not a Mist, from some love poem, but a fog forged in graft.
No sun shines here, for there is no welcome.
For here...

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In Memoriam Quietly Always Close

Are they whispers, then, settling
So gently upon that slightest breeze wending
     Over the granite crosses and statues of cradling angels,
     Which stand in...

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She’s dead
But will always stay alive
A beacon for everyone with a gripe

Thatcher snatcher was their war cry
When with apparent vigour
She tore asunder all society held dear

A divisive strong willed fighter
With femininity covering a steely frame
She...

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Making up dance routines to the top twenty,                           ...

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Note: This is about me and the struggle to find out who my dad was. I was never told and at the age of 67 I had a DNA taken and found out to late...

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In eighteen hundred ninety-three,
back in those silver-mining days,
a figure walked into Aspen town,
and it was the devil they say,
come looking for new souls to take.

He didn’t look like you would think,
the first time he appeared.
He...

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(Haiku)

Gold dust rides whirlwind,
softly speckles wet canvas,
Lost Dutchman Mine found

Prose ~

"Maggie save your strength..." words whispered in the corridor of a prestigious art gallery in Paris, France. The elderly lady, dressed in black and trimmed...

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Chance seeing that shooting star, death by brilliant light.
Interpreting dreams, from the day or the night.
Chasing rainbows, it’s treasure foretold.
Facing the mirror, lines drawn, time is so cruel, just getting old.
A wish from adolescence, so...

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Coming from out of nowhere 
somewhere in space
somewhere above 
Somewhere my love
Running and running I was
Those son of a guns
Would pop me in my head
Pop pop pop on my face
Splat spla splat
Trying to dodge them
But...

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