Long Maries Poems

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Twenty-First Century Nativity

On the twentieth floor of a high rise flat,
A new born baby cries by his mother’s side
Her name was Marie with no where to bide,
No father came to chase the rats.
The child lay in an old pram with no wheels,
No warm cot as the hospital was full.
On this cold winter night stars shone down,
Bringing no comfort in their nightly bloom.
She had left her country of warming sand,
To keep her baby safe from invaders hand.
Her husband died saving them both,
Pushing them onto  an unsafe boat.
After months of agonizing fearful travel,
Arriving at a place safe and free,
Kept as a prisoner within a shed,
She cried to heaven, God save me.

A gaggle of young children came to look,
Disturbed at Maries  baby’s awful plight,
Scampering off again into the night,
Shouting don’t worry Marie it will work out right.
She smiled wanely as she weakly rocked the babe,
Three men came in finely dressed and laughing,
Sneering at her and her new born child,
She screamed at them to go leaving no gift,
As they shrugged and laughing went.
Lying back on a soiled pillow seeking some sleep,
Hearing the rats scrapping at her feet,
Again she screamed and kicked them away,
She knew they would be back another day.
Church bells faintly rang through the frosty mist,
a congregation in finery sang their carols,
would she be missed at the food bank door,
night drew on darkness deep and dire,
what she would give for a warming fire.
Threadbare clothes pulled tight to her skin,
Cuddling her babe as her tears splashed down,
Holding him close to generate heat,
Cold biting hard at his little feet.
A friend came in at near dawn,
 carrying some food and a warming blanket.
As dawn fully rose all was quiet,
No sound was heard in the dereliction,
Of this unholy squaler and rubbish,
The weak sun shone through the broken glass,
Upon three figures holding each other fast,
No sound was heard no baby cries,
No one to miss them at the homeless fires.

© andrew .provan.mcintyre.7 january 2018.
Form: Epitaph


Premium Member The Son With All Stars Blazing

Stare-well.! gazing..As emotions and souls to your Majestic fields aspire..
Temporal surrounds me, ambiguous background; below crested fallow moons.."
Amplified." Intensity' as stellar images fall silently; while cresendos of beauty abound
Innumerable shifts of light and dark in shaded displays make play! & re-plays are seen.
Roaming tails of light deny non-existence, "and pass on" in twillight realms...

Wholly indescribable energy masses pirouette; in an eternity of loose and endings"
Always immaculate ways, and untrod paths scintillate to Mercurial growth anon..)
Yea' though is interposed my earthly being; tis the more to highlight heavenly ways,

To rebirth.! "and with all glory" the celestial tapestry alludes to His-story.."
Orbs in incandescence implode.! as platignum stairways transpire..)
 
Though my script be no match.) the words not worthy of re-counting be, so let it be.!
Haze's of swirl glazed and gaseous liquid nimbus; gather possibility's beyond reason   
Eclipse, is a true part of the many story's  played upon this..! of aeons august stage.

Starry foot-light stair-well "to be or not to be"of such is all the honor i seek to attain,
True enrichment  there'to is revolving; where'of my soul is to pertaining
And there my"die is cast..!as midst the maddening crowd" i cry with sullied eyes.)
Revering and wishing upon the great lights life i see in para-present skies
So i endure..passing all lights are.! await i "a mote of such to be,In the one Gods sight. 

  Copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk 2012  For Linda-Maries Stairway to the stars contest.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member The Immortal Journey

Oh! What a journey
We have walked through fields of gold
And stood beneath starry nights

Moon dust in our eyes
specks still  glowing on our tongues
And in our folds and creases

Do you remember?
The gardens at Montmartre
And those courtyards where we stayed

Oh! The memories
The Seashore near Saints Maries
I can almost feel her breeze

Do you remember?
The flower beds in Holland
A quilt of many colors

And the poppy fields
Swaying in a summer breeze
Under cloudy canopy

We have seen the world
You and I – through Vincent’s eyes
Etched forever in our souls

Now we come to rest
Here! at the end of the road
The shoes of Vincent Van Gogh

     ~~~

Author:  Elaine George
art

St Maries de la Mer

St. Maries de la Mer
Kate Sparks
April 9, 2026
Edited April 23, 2026


I walk the stone arc?of sacred remembrance.

At ancient Ra,?where salt marsh meets sea,?pilgrims remember?what the tide has known—?a boat without oars,?once found this safe harbor.?For forty days?and forty endless nights?we drifted unmoored.?Terns stitched the horizon,?sea to sky to shore.

Souls without anchor?wade into cold water,?strong hands guiding younger?to deeper currents,?their bodies tender,?their spirits trembling.?Sanderlings on the shore?scratch out a memory,?run, retreat,?enter again.

Waves that once pulled me under?now gentle at my feet.


Here I stand,
witness to a deeper awakening.

Premium Member The Little Lady Who Had a Big Heart

Do you believe in "Everlasting Love" 
    Love that gets two hearts to fly 
    Whispering words of love and sweet kisses 
    Magic and passion - wipe out all tears 
    Trust and truth without voice 
    As real shiny gold and green forests 
    The taste of love - surrounded in gold 
    no face can hide such feelings 
    Love, fate, romance will breathe forever 
    Linda Marie says it is: "Life Wheel -
    breathing for eternity ..... "


- My thoughts about her poem: "Everlasting Love" 
- Linda Maries heart was made of shiny gold !
- R.I.P. 



06.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)


Sponsor:Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name:Remembering Linda-Marie: Tribute Poetry
Deadline:2/25/2014 


(1st place in the contest)


Premium Member Reading the Van Gogh Mind

Sea at Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer
Van Gogh sat staring at the choppy waters
Nothing yet? His brother asked. He did not reply.
He was in artist mode.
Picked up a brush and began

Splashing white capped waves
Hostile swirling wind especially above fishing boat
Angry storm began taking form 
So angry the sails were gone from the boat
Van Gogh was in another world; he could hear no one

Bright titanium white horse emerged at the water’s edge
dark delivery wagon and loan figure made a solid contrast
Van Gogh began using wider curvier strokes,
blending one color after another in ombre fashion
His ideas coming faster and faster now

The sky began taking on new colors, new shades, new hues.
He added a reflection of the boat in the water
Five women waiting for their men on shore
A field of wheat leaning toward the west, torn up by the wind.
It was a furious painting, stormy and magnificent. 
He painted this in 1888, the eight such painting 
this year, and one of his favorites. 
But of course he was not satisfied with it.
So he had to create another one.
art

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