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They Were Dying, Part 3 of 7
(By the time of the shooting of
"The Misfits", the Miller-Monroe
marriage was in deep trouble.
The Pansy is Montgomery Clift,
The Tusker is John Huston.)

After the Fall

It started as a mental exercise. 
I wondered if an East-Side Jew...

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Categories: seven year itch, film,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Dear John
Dear John letter

But it’s not. His name happens to be John.
Rather a letter of a hopeful heart anticipating the future

Have I finally found the one man who will be my intimate other? He who will,...

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Categories: seven year itch, absence, devotion, forgiveness, loss, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Norme Jean
With beauty beyond compare
long golden locks of hair
a complexion that was perfection
slim and slender, lips so tender
her smile would melt a thousand
hearts.
she had style, she had grace
more than just a pretty face.

From this girl so...

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Categories: seven year itch, peopleworld, people, love, people,
Form: Rhyme
The Original
On a ship of Fools she has gone with the Wind
Titanic’s sinking Christmas in Connecticut
Chained and Possessed by this Sudden Fear
The Heiress in this our life is in a cage


A stolen life by the old...

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Categories: seven year itch, happiness, nostalgia, passion, woman, life,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Sassy Marilyn Monroe
Sassy Lady
A blond bombshell beauty, 
Sensual cornflower blue eyes 
That dropped men to their knees

I watched that 
Sassy lady one night 
On the southwest corner 
Of Lexington Avenue 
And 52nd street

In a white dress
I listen...

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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: seven year itch, imagery, imagination, love,
Form: Free verse



An Engaging Repartee
Enjoying an appealing repartee
Over scones and a cup of tea
Belching whilst cooking
Avoiding chronic particles from choking

Comradeship amongst landed gentry and friends
It all makes faultless sense
Avoiding topics that’s nonsensical
Keeping a lid on emotions and remaining sensible

Being...

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Categories: seven year itch, angst,
Form: Classicism
Premium Member Daze
I'm the one but I  wasn't always me
Nothing there that I wanted to see
Living in smoke filled haze 
Traveling through life in a daze
Tomorrow come what may
Trying to watch what I say
Getting by day...

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Categories: seven year itch, angel, anniversary, bullying,
Form: Rhyme
Free Cee a Bride a Groom With Room To Assume Weep For What Happens
A BRIDE A GROOM WITH ROOM TO ASSUME

All of us inhabit a restrictive rectangular room
Believing love is most assuredly what we all assume
Cubicles with questions as wallpaper and errors  are a rug
And that’s when...

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Categories: seven year itch, angst, love, drug,
Form: Quatrain
Cry, My Beloved Rebecca
Life of loneliness; life all full of pain
No fine man notices me; they all abstain
I feel invisible from NYC to Ukraine
Cry, My Beloved Rebecca

I yearn to be found by my Knight In Shining Armour
He is...

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Categories: seven year itch, crush, cry, loneliness, love, pain, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
Garden Mist
...and I want to start all my sentences with
the taste of his tongue.
 

I find him locked inside my rib cage
leaning softly against my heart
smoking a stogie and strumming bones,
where every thought of him is...

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Categories: seven year itch, i love you, passion,
Form: Prose
Premium Member The Seven-Year Itch
A married couple now scratch the seven-year itch
Their days of wine and roses have waxed and waned
The honeymoon's over. Love, no longer at a fever pitch
A married couple now scratch the seven-year itch
The spark is...

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Categories: seven year itch, fate, marriage,
Form: Triolet
Twenty One Years and An Undecided Future
A Slow drift in warm, slimy, stagnate waters that is what we have become.
He comes in the door and doesn't speak daily; He never asks me how I am.
His only response is no....
Just a touch...

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Categories: seven year itch, anniversary, lifeme, time,
Form: Narrative

Book: Reflection on the Important Things