Long Marie Poems
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Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense
They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet
She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds,
Carefully paints fishtail eyes , studs, and crimson lips,
satin scarfs around hug her hips
Bindi adorned when with the Janes
A sterling nose ring pierces a membrane
Azure pools of light inserted—contact’s atop
wistful deeper dark reddish brown longing lens
Riffles through a cosmetic bag,
Faberge`a final touch then off she struts
Spinning the roulette wheel in random realms
Burned through one persona after another
The mask worn smothers
Charcoal tears pour down her cherry cheeks
Personas have their limitations
Reinventions only break the tiresome tensions
Infinite shades of pale, anemic, listless
Darker are the shadows that deem
Her skin is frail, weakness fills a ship and torn it’s sail
Though her wit retains its cutting edge
out on the ledge an empty soul on trial
Tragic trends suit her
Charcoal tears won’t save her
Metamorphosis’s demise, elusive unmasked
Limited are the bounds of weakness,
Marie-Thérès Picasso’s golden muse
hung herself after his death
Now a frozen memory in the dark daze
as nothing else remains its love’s myth
She played the games we may or not resist
Gone those days frozen in merciless mist
where fate awaits
Like rain drops but not ??
06/08/2023
A collaborative poem by:
°Chelsea Marie StufLeben
& my 9 year old daughter,
• Claire Christine Maki
•A dark stormy day,
With the city at Bay.
°Way off in the distance,
was a luminant ray.
•While the city was dark,
the people would say
•It was not a good day,
for the clouds to be grey.
°Why oh why,
won't the clouds go away?
°•Will we ever see Sun,
or its bright gleeful day?
•Oh look! Said a man,
On the streets of his town.
•°As he saw the clouds fade,
And the sun was now found.
°But even more brilliant,
The raindrops now glistened.
°•They'd turned to sundrops,
the town pridefully listened.
•To the birds as they chirped,
Far off in the distance.
•°They soaked in the sun,
In it's vitalized essence.
•So now that they bathed,
In the light of the Sun.
•their hearts were all full,
Joy had filled everyone.
Living in Paris as un homme du monde*
searching for la belle dame* strolling
by the Seine dreaming of stars gliding...
when she starts her swift danse macabre*,
to forget she was a famous femme savante.*
In autres temps,* Marie was a beauty:
who conquered wealthy men in France and Italy...
her soprano's voice stunned them in each scene!
Ma belle Marie,* tout le monde*: from New York to Paris,
went wild applauding you in elegant Opera Houses!
Ma belle Marie,* you savored success and riches, hating the baby in your womb;
and not being satisfied, you attempted to mercilessly destroy two lives!
Ma belle Marie,* get rid of that vile thought...replace it with thankful payers!
I came to Paris to be un homme du monde,* not to put flowers on your tomb!
Translation
un homme du monde: a sophisticated man
la belle dame: the beautiful lady
danse macabre: dance of death
femme savante: learned and cultured woman
autres temps: other times
ma belle Marie: my beautiful Marie
tout le monde: everybody
As the sun is getting ready to go to bed, where will it lay it's head. The light will now shed, for darkness needs to spread. The pretty night sky, makes me want to cry. Can you hear the full moon, is it playing a love tune. The twinkling far off stars, I wonder if they really go to mars. The stars look like diamonds across the many acres, could their beauty be for matchmakers. For the beauty one cannot buy, it will make me want to just sigh.
2/25/2022
2 place
The Night Sky Contest Judged: 4/30/2022
Sponsored by: Anna Marie Kaianah
PD reporting live on the soup, with Worlds most wanted criminal poets.
Standing here with the POETS. MOST. WANTED. Tipsters Host John (What ?)
With an exclusive update on criminal poets, captured and on the run.
Switching over to you John,
"Thank you, Sid, let us give thanks to all the P.M.W. tipsters." alerting the poet authority.
Here we have our lovely F.B.I. agent Andrea Dietrich (Andy) & U.S. Marshal Shirley Harrison
(S.H.)
P.W. Tipsters helped the capture of one infamous fugitive Nikko Palmario, a poetess going
contest crazy.
F.B.I. Agent (Andy) ended the manhunt tracking her down in the Philippines.
(Andy), says" this convicted poet addict and comment crusader, gave us a fun run"
Christopher Brantley, still at large U.S. Marshall (S.H.) says, "This brilliant fugitive leaves no
trace."
A dangerous poet posting comments longer than his poetry. Leaving a distinction of
excellence
in any short form. PW. tipsters Demand him to be brought down to poetic justice.
A tip led Marshall (S.H.) to the most notorious blond bombshell on the soup.
Captured on her vacation Linda Marie Bariana, lost control of her blond moment.
Paralyzing her laptop with sand. Covering to other crimes with too much poetry rhyme.
Her # 1 crime, entering a dark poet contest, too bad for this SWEETHEART who has too much
shine.
Wanted in all nations Lynette Chachere a realistic poetic criminal against reality & dreams.
F.B.I.(Andy) Says"Our sweet Lynn, carries a weapon against all Enigma wonders."
A shameful crime to bring down a poet's spirit with an intervening of her intense poetry.
F.B.I. Most wanted poetic lunatics, Billy the Kidder, with a Mental Poet Disorder.
A maniac on the rampage, a poet who lost it, with a crime slamming himself.
There's nothing easy about living in the big easy.
Skinny dogs and two-legged spiders
Spinning violence down salty streets
hurricanes drooling upon
below sea level hospitality///
once a year all the misery covered up
by whisky breasts and plastic beads.
Chicken feet clawing their way out from purple corners.
Rock faces eating crawdads and unfiltered cigarettes.
Puffs of blue smoke making love to Marie Laveau's ghost.
Onto the front porches of sweaty plantations
Into the black hearts of those magnificent jazzy tombstones.
Death is much easier than living in the big easy.
But not nearly as much fun.
P S ITS POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 10
Many thanks to you selected poets;
Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Igor Goldkind 448
• Ilene Bauer 197, 264
• Ingrid Lehman 158
• Irma Hole 50, 6
• Ivina Michelle 418
• J.D. Cromwell 204
• James E. Tate 460
• James Edward Allen 344, 433, 437
• James Fraser 28, 30, 73
• James Study 280, 337
• Jane Humphries 310
• Janice Canerdy 137, 259
• Janice Thompson 382, 404, 404
• Janine Lever 237, 350, 441
• Janis Medders Thompson 190, 308
• JC Brul 150, 55
• Jeanine Marie Cronin 273, 274
• Jeanne McGee 148, 251, 255
• Jeanni Thrasher 315
• Jeannie Flinn Furlong 351, 375, 452
• Jeff W. Watson 346, 388
• Jenish Somadas 202, 226, 66
• Jennifer Cahill 295, 363
• Jennifer Proxenos 31, 67, 70
• Jennifer Soeder 305
• Jeremy Proehl 298, 39, 459
12/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
How
nice are
Etherees.
You simply add
a syllable to
each new line you write till
you finish with line ten. . . or
start with ten syllables, ending
with one. Rhyme them or not, but meter
gives flow, so . . . take up your pen now and GO!
12/15/15 by Andrea Dietrich for the Poetry Writing #1, sponsor, Broken Wings
I choose to show an Etheree poem because it is such a fun and easy one for us to write. I even explained how to do it inside the poem itself. This 10-line form was created by American poet, Etheree Taylor Armstrong of Arkansas. It should focus on one theme and was actually created as a form that does not worry about meter or rhyme. However, I enjoy using meter to give flow and rhyme to add interest. A side note: the syllable count of the total poem adds up to 55. I was born in '55, and 5 is my lucky number and my life Path number in numerology, so that is another reason I adore this form!!
I also have examples of the etheree form shown at Shadowpoetry.com along with example by Marie Summer with very clear definition of the form and its other variations. Here is the link:
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/etheree.html
How Do I Say Goodbye
How Do I Say Goodbye
By:Ashley Marie Gilchrist
01/25/16
When you were born,
As parents we are supposed
To teach you all we know
Most of the time it is both
Ways, you also teach us.
The only thing is no one
Has taught us to deal with
The loss of you, when you go
Too soon, or let alone prepare
Us for it. People always say
That it gets easier, but in the
Long run it doesn't. It may
feel like it does, but until the
Day that your memories come
Back, so how do I say goodbye,
When the time is right? I don't
know because I can't please
Help me learn how to say goodbye.
Written by:
Ashley Marie Gilchrist
Sound of a song softly sung rose in the air and through windows
Barred to let air and light in and little else.
A lament sung in Gaelic tongue foreign to ears used to French,
But its meaning understood bringing tears .
Longingly she peered through the bars over the countryside and trees,
Fine they looked in their fresh green coats.
White cloud scarse in the azure blue of afternoon sunlight,
Her heart broken in myriad pieces.
In this old castle surrounded by water was this to be her fate,
To die in a stony room of shadows.
Her resolve it grew and plans were formed to escape this place,
Meeting a friend of old named Douglas.
One dark night a boy crept close holding a key for the wooden door,
Disguised as a woman of servitude she escapes.
In a small boat on the dark waters of the loch oars slashing ,
Taking her away inch by inch .
Fearful of pursuit by her captors hearing the oars dipping,
Hoping the dark night would cloak .
Was it a failed marriage that brought her here trickery abound,
Perhaps because I am a woman bold.
A queen she was of royal descent staunch in her beliefs
Castigated by a bitter old man .
Tricked and used by men of power abuses beyond her ken,
Unable in accepting a Queen especially o a different faith
Gaiety an sobriety wurnae fur them.
Allus dressed in black lukin like giant craws
Strutting aboot as if they themsells were yon creaturs o the Earth,
Using their Holy Buik tae tell ithers whit tae dae,
Nae room fur forgiveness frae them big craws.
They plotted oan weys tae rid themsells o this decadent Queen,
Ne,er mind that she wus Queen o their laund
Rather be under Eglish Liz she wis a protestant efter aa.
How foolish ur the plans o men who hae a conceit o themsells.
Who wid use ithers tae dae the durty work
Aa tae keep therr ain hauns clean an free o blud,
But a budy kens who they wur especially therr Goad abune
Lookin doon oan those who plot tae kill,
Tae further therr oan station an fortune.
Gawin agin whit the Guid buk seys deceived intae
Daein the work o the deil.
Shame o these guid men o Scotlands past,
Shame oan therr deceitful weys
An tae thie dey their descendents dae the same,
Selling an betraying therr kintrey for profit an gain.
Andy McIntyre 16/05/2021.