Lucinda Poems - Poems about Lucinda

(A lone voice whispers) There's a hidden secret room I go to In my cathedral of dreams Whenever I sleep Where a white candle burns In The Great In-Between As Yesterday lives wild Fed on memories and crawl the broken walls While favourite ones stand up tall And in amongst the grey clutches of Yesterday There in the middle Amongst the cobwebs...

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She is out of her mind her relatives said. They wanted her embalmed, cremated or dead. Lucinda had her wits and was not to be dissuaded. She gave them all the boot, they were downgraded. She had a dream, and intended to put it into action. Wanted a gingerbread house to give satisfaction. Builder and construction crew were happy to do...

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I am Lucinda, a young hip witch, Some may call me a bi%#h! I love to sing songs out of pitch, I threw my boyfriend in a ditch. And I have a super sexy twitch, When I'm around cats I itch. My bestie is named Mitch, A warlock who loves to stitch. My greedy parents are filthy rich, They stole it, I should snitch; But...

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Lucinda dressed up in her fanciest bluest most satiny dress. It had flounces and ruffles, creases that gave her a caress. She was in her party finery, sitting still, waiting for her guest. Her collie, Labrador and Scotty dog gave barking a small rest. They will be here any second, she assured her puppy friends. The doggy brigade sat patiently,...

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Lucinda my lady of favor, She's emerald green arborvitae, An angel in disguise, her love is not a mistake, I love Lucinda, Woman of pride and integrity. Her love takes me to imaginary eternity, Genuine leather jacket booths is her wear, Iron steel pen is her writing tool, She's all too cool to call my own, Don't fight for her, You will not have her, Don't...

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Wait until you meet Lucinda Shaw Curious how many said this to me. People reported her with a bit of awe, Forecasting maybe I would fully see. Depth of her soul which was unusually old. I did too. She was a curiosity, quite bold. This girl was quite an unkempt sight. In a few words I knew she was extremely bright. She gave...

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...It wasn’t easy living out on her own, she was young and she made her mistakes, went to night school to learn to cut hair, and in the daytimes tables she did wait. At twenty years old she was a stylist, building up a good list of regulars, was making more money, doing all right as her customers spread the good word. Things...

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Lucinda Brown was only seventeen when you youth came to a dreadful end, that was the night her home was invaded by three vicious and horny young men. When her father tried to confront them they shot the poor man right in the spine, found Lucinda and her scared mother, it was obvious what they had in mind. Lucinda won’t talk about what...

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LONESOME ROAD is a paved road that on a country drive in Perry county. Around Ziontown, Ohio. Population. 1. Cherokee Bison Ranch located on Lonesome Road. Around The Square Magazine. NOBLE COUNTY. A monthly publication. The magazine is free the third Monday of every month. Local authors. Is available: WWW.Journal-leader.com...

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Lucinda Cayton Price expired of natural causes from an ongoing terminal illness April 5, 2015 at home. She left behind three children and a grandchild. A mother and four siblings. She was a gifted writer, ex specialist for the U.S. and received two ( never before earned) Star Accredidations for the Mind. There will be...

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Her name is Lucinda, a mere child, just turned fourteen This hapless woman child, born of the blood of many lands Conceived of youthful passion, in a moment of youthful lust She arrived unplanned, unwanted and unloved, as no child ever should Like you and I she has her hopes, her dreams, her needs and her plans Here...

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So Long, Lucinda Cut you off once again This time it’s for good my friend Not another chance Not another dance, pulling my strings The scissors left blisters that will heal But they were never really real Not taking it back this time Only guilty of an innocent crime So I’ll wear your suit of hearsay Moving’s a chore with fit that’s so poor But I’ll...

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Sweet Lucinda River laid her body on the bed, And gave herself quite freely to the soldiers queued outside, Such philanthropic womanhood, both cash and charity, That they might have a taste of life before they went and died. Her photograph in sepia shades is bound in leather now, Or crinkled skin of crocodile upon the mustard field, Discolouring with...

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