Long Maryanne Poems

Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child...
courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures
while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight 
while he took tea and crumpets within mistress's boudoir

The following verses typed out some years...

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Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir

Nsync with variations on a theme:
of drool worthy Reuben Sandwich
(consisting of corned beef, 
Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, 
Russian dressing between slices 
of rye bread that is grilled 
until the bread...

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He shrugged and said,”If you’ve no home
I guess you could stay for a while.
But you will have to learn the traps,
and that means many cold miles.”

Bill answered back, between fast bites,
“I’ll work hard if it...

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Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir

(Nsync with variations on a theme:
various and sundry
pseudo lurid fictitious escapades)
mostly I did merrily wet
whet madness aye ever did dream.)

The missus personal trappings
strewn helter skelter
every perilous step fraught
with danger...

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Paraskevidekatriaphobia logical as any other phobia right?

Superstition(s) stubbornly linger
impossible to shrug off
(cue Atlas) courtesy pointer finger
regarding Friday the thirteenth bringer
o' ire rush ill luck cue fountainhead gargoyle
nsync with ominous grateful dead singer

uneasiness drilled into collective
conscience...

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I've just been watching Professor Green about his dad's sad passing. For many years, his grief is held with pain thats ever lasting. 

I can relate to his dad and the sadness he must of...

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It's so much better when I'm asleep, cause I don't have to feel. When I'm awake again knowing all the problems are real. 

I wish the pain was not so deep, and poisoning my mind....

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La muerte te alcanza
written by Maryanne Dunne 
translated by Estefania Valencia

"La muerte te alcanza
La muerte te alcanza como una tormenta de verano.

De repente,
Está sobre ti.

El miedo se apodera de ti.
Te consume.

El relámpago aparece.
Revela cosas que...

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Maryanne  Magilicutty….
Loved to play with Silly Putty
Growing up she wouldn’t share
Her friends were sad…she didn’t care~

She rolled it up into balls 
Bounced it up and down the halls
Everyone saw her frown…
When it bounced right...

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Highways and motels, yet still miles to go
such is the life of a truck driving man
forever moving with no future plan.

In dawn's eastern blush, bright headlights still glow
shadows creep in, memories of Maryanne.
Highways and motels,...

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