Ma Poems - Poems about Ma

Call mom: when you need a favor. when you need a friend. ...

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Warm gold under my tiny bare feet, Why should I keep my bounty discreet? So please, look in this little green pail! A gazillion sand dollars. Careful, they’re frail! ...

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there was a young man named York who lived with his ma’ in Cork he asked her one day what happened to me da’ why you young fool were delivered by the stork ...

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Chubs is gravely flat. We remove our hats. Her wheel deflated him— Chubs, my cuddly cat. Flounder is lying flat, ambling on his back. Her croutons choked him— Flounder, my friendly catfish. Gopher is resting back-flat, striking position for naps. Her diabolical chocolate gateau snuffed him out almost. Gopher rose once again, my mangy mutt, back-to-life. Ma decried; she'd die in a reindeer stampede...

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I see thee yet, mine eyes on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Thus to mine eyes, o'er th'one half world 'pon the sacred curtained sleep, Seek thou sure and firm, set stepp'd earth nigh summon thee to Heaven, for 'twas echoed knell, Thy very soul hath prate of thy whereabouts, hear it not, 'tis seeming rest, Was't...

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Somebody please call my ma and let her know that, I'm coming home to her. I don't know when,where, and how but I'm going home to her. Somebody please call my ma and let her know that her lost daughter. Has been looking for her. Somebody please call my ma and let her know. I was thinking about...

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Mary Gargano the key player in covering the drug monies and drugs that ran from Milwaukee pitstop in Chicago Antioch Danville Marietta Georgia straight to palm beach blvd. Ciro Gargano his business partner Hayes stopping to invest into Tampa Bay strip climbs funny I was in Cleveland 1992 on the front page of healthy start...

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song write syllable count Woodstock guitar strings zing Cagney yells “top of world Ma!” song write ...

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The village we live It is what we call granny’s place Because we think we are to classic for the village, Talk of the village and see one’s anger. The village is where the goodness of the world resides Everything worth for one to live The food we eat in towns The greatest fruits in towns reside in the village Infact the village...

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In the morning light, with a love so warm, You were there to guide, through each raging storm. Through laughter and tears, your embrace so true, Oh, Mom, this song's for you. You're the melody in the song of my life, A beacon of love in moments of strife. With...

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She lives her love day by day with all that is feminine a touch,kiss or knowing look concern,red-lettered in her book Particular to detail self-sacrifice a routine as she walks the extra mile ever ready with a smile The days news eager to hear her wise counsel,stills a fear open arms brings her love near her warmth dries a child's tear Patience to give herself,time and again soft...

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I hope my car starts tomorrow, That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault, That I can go write a poem, or almost, I love walking an hour in the fresh countryside. I hope that I can cross the bridge, the harbor, To buy milk, port and natural fruits, That I can leave my city for a few hours, I love...

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This is based on a something that happened today, Though I will not be able to provide a backstory, Me and my brother fought with each other and he came to a conclusion saying that I can't use his computer anymore, I simply replied with, "well then if you ask me for help, I will be helping you...

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When she spit, they run and scattered Them their children stopped and listen To the thunder roll roar matters Mo’ Grand Ma Rudell Everybody fell still With voice of thunder roar No bad children under They all becoming Obedient host Scare of Ole Grand Ma voice Discipline is her medicine Ain’t na-body gonna be bad no way Mo’ Grand Ma Rudell Robinson 6/9/23 Written words by James Edward...

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Õ! Mon desert ! Mon trésor La source de ma joie toi le Maroc La rose qui répand l'audeur et le parfum des fidèles Quand je mets mon pied sur le sol Je ressens que mon corps s'élève au dessus di ciel Il s'envole, ses ailes déployés, sur cette terre considérable Mon âme qui...

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