Long Yvette Poems

Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with...

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Gunshots and tasers aimed at the back
tracking the movements and memories
of unsuspecting dark-skinned citizens 
marked by the scars of a history denied

For Rumain Brisbon, 34
it was crime to be black in Arizona
For Tamir Rice, 12
it...

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MY HEART SINKS, MY EYES WEEP
MY BRAIN EXPLODES, I CAN’T SLEEP

I DON’T UNDERSTAND, I NEVER WILL
A SWEET CHILD WHY DO THE COPS KILL?

CHILDREN WITH CHOCOLATE COLOURED SKIN
HARDLY ALLOWED LET THEIR LIVES BEGIN

INNOCENT UNARMED SIXTEEN AND...

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Hi today I woke up a few minutes before 8am stood up to go pi at 8am 

then went to the kitchen to have breakfast, I prayed, did the Rosary then left 

to go to...

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It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
     ...

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"Love Me Or Hate Me" ~ Says the Limerick

I am only five lines written for fun
Mocking someone with foolish words of pun
Love 'em or hate 'em
You praise or condemn
A poetry form some call "hit and...

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Hello, my name is Mark Kelley, this is not a poem . My wife Yvette who used a pen name as Shanity Rain was very much into poetry and this wonderful website to express her...

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Dear Poets, my last post to you guys I shared the tragic death of my wife Shanity Rain, many of you knew her. Her real name was Yvette Suzanne Kelley. We were losing our home...

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A:  I’ll call him AARUSH, ray of sun;
B:  And she’ll be BEA, a happy one;

C:  COLCHAS is bronze from head to toes;
D:  His oaktree brother, DARA, grows;

E:  Alive is EFA,...

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I love the hot summer sunshine
and the colourful garden flowers
I can sunbathe on my large patio
and write poetry for many hours!

I love to pick fruit in my garden
I’ve got netting to keep off the birds
They...

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A broad, Las Vegas swimming pool,
still open the late in the night,
my buddy stands across from me,
and on his broad shoulders alights

a tall and olive-skinned beauty,
not two hours ago they met,
on my shoulders a small...

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There is an old cemetery in my city full of legends,
   and stories, one I find creepy is people being buried alive;
        back in the day...

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What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet,
last year’s death toll amassed far too much grief.
We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets. 
 
Lost my loud and crazy best friend, Yvette, 
we had just spoken....

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Folks, its been some time since I wrote a poem, I was gone for 15 months, you all knew and love my wife Yvette, she passed away unexpectedly a month before I returned home.

Please...

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I wandered and travelled
Nor knew where I'd gone .
Life became a problem;
T'was one long cruel song.

My problems seem to multiply;
They came from every side.
I vowed to find the answer;
by this I would abide.

I looked into...

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First Puff. The second one’s for the soul
My obsession with kisses
Falls back to dropping some ashes
Stained with my red lip tint
I don’t settle for mint

They call it cancer break
I call it “smokes from a heartache”
You...

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I sit in myself so dark and quiet and loud
I wish I had a way through my memory's darkest cloud
I always thought that she and I would finish this ride together
Yet here I sit inside...

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