Long Martina Poems

Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling.
As her olive skin neatly curved fingers 
slid over an intermittently scratched carbon black handrail she...

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V.
From the day it seemed that things just got worse,
she started handing with less-than-great friends,
and more than once she was caught cutting class,
more and more Miles could feel his heart rend.

He tired talking to her…so...

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VI.
It came at night, from a local precinct;
Whitney and one of her friends was in jail.
They’d robbed a gas station and shot the clerk,
suspects for murder, and there was no bail.

Miles quickly ran down to...

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II.
Thankfully she had been in the back seat,
and had only a minor concussion,
they sat for an hour, then Thomas said,
“Miles, we have to have a discussion.”

They walked outside into the corridor,
leaving Martina to site with...

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I.
Miles McNeill was not a fine young man,
he barley finished high school, with a D,
seemed more interested in a thug life,
ran with the gangs and lived life on the streets.

Already had a criminal record,
twice now...

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IV.
Of curse trying to raise a person right
is much more than a matter of finding work,
Miles didn’t think himself a great person,
so he started bringing them all to church.

He figured Whitney would need real wisdom,
that...

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III.
It was a strange and ersatz family,
but for now no better could he achieve,
and those first few weeks would be no cakewalk,
a real struggle to see to all their needs.

The house was paid off, at...

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Princess Martina Matilda Marianna Mouse,
held the most wondrous parties in any house;
with the finest imported Cheshire and Brie,
served up with green olives and black tea.

In her finest satins and imported lace,
this fair princess with a...

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We had it all and it will never come back
Sporting heroes both white and black
A different time, a different age
Different class, when you turn back the page
Lets start with the death of one man
The dancer,...

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Headphones on and humming softly till I know each word
Some are good old friends and some are new ones I just heard

Into the wee hours we go on with this love affair
Or first thing upon...

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Shredded rays of honey light,
Chirping melody of petite creatures,
The ambiance filled with rosy cherries,
The day aglow with pleasant memories.

Each year it races in my heart,
Amongst the notions of the past and future soon to come.
I...

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A child left to discover the cold—
From each adult's trapping grip; where they
Sell bruises for masks, they shiver on
Their own— (old weeds from inside, they rake)
Round raw heads and hearts, halos made;
At the conviction mishandled,
At...

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