Mae Poems - Poems about Mae

From way down in "Bama" Stirring echoes of Big Mama A thunderous storm that brewed from the Deep South Each word could be felt when it left her mouth With her immense presence, showmanship, and confidence She would capture the hearts and minds of her audience She stood tall, shoulder to shoulder amongst the sultans of Blues She didn't...

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I have a slavery folktale of my own I am Mae Rock, and I was once a slave Always taught being black you must behave How did I get the name Mae Rock? I was named for Unbreakable, Unstoppable and Strong as a Solid Rock The Plantation owner named me that for that very reason I would often rebel after being...

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Mae West Sensual Frog was the ultimate diva Who outshone saloon gals like Francine and Steveah Attended parent teacher conferences in a sexy gown. Green eyes popped out of new teacher’s head, Mr. Toado Brown....

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Dia das mães Mães Bellas & Vaidosas, neste dia, honramos vosso investimento, na vida, no amor, no tempo... vocês São pura inspiração. Mães Bellas & Vaidosas, força e inspiração, mulheres valentes, pelo amor, pela nobreza, são nossa estrela, nossa natureza. Recebam a minha admiração e os votos de feliz dia das mães....

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Mae West's Room Every hierarchy exists dependent upon those below to support it. Can it be any different with the gods, when some are greater and some are less? We all are gods and isn’t that the point in Orwell’s book, ‘Ninety Eighty-Four’, when he compares humans to pigs, and couldn’t tell the difference? “Some pigs are better than the rest.” Or in other words,...

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Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing! On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings tripping warming skins to tremble a while… Next come your silken color-filled fancies! Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms… Yens still, as you march as perfumed dandy, masking musky breath, that breezes sneezed...

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I was on my way to Nashville, Planned to be a country star, The Grand Old Opry was where I was meant to be. I drove across the Mississippi, Stopped in Memphis for the night, And that's where fate stepped in and changed my destiny. I found a cheap motel and showered, Went out to get a bite to eat, My cash was...

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I'm yelling at a squirrel today Then watching her just whirl away Her name is Little Curly Mae She's such a pretty girl I'd say But eats the birdseed from the tray Then hides herself inside her dray....

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Mae was too soft, too easy, and prone to believing every dud. They would swindle her, steal from her, persuade her to invest. You need some guardians, her great aunt told her, like Pud. Pud was a twenty-six year old Tomcat that could survive any test. Pud also had an instinct about men, and trusted almost none. Having him around...

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Daisy Mae is walking by the scented jade meadow, of warm butterscotch days and mulberry sundown, And in the green trees, lingers a murder of crows, Lying in wait for raven night, when luster abounds! Vast skies are teal, and a whisper's on the breeze. She is lost in the moment, as the sunshine pours, And scarlet and purple birds sing...

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Presente Dia das mães 2022   Mães do presente MÃES DO FUTURO quero muito que a história de valentes mulheres inspirem você, filhos e filhas.   Que você, mãe imprima na mente a profunda convicção de que a beleza se manifesta em todas as formas, cores e idades.   Quero que cada uma das valentes mulheres ? VOCÊS ? que lêem essa mensagem reconheçam seus sucessos e vivam uma vida...

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Here lies old Ethel Mae McMurtrey She fell while trimming a pine tree The mortician removed the needles From prickly Ethel Mae McMurtrey Written March 20, 2022...

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Lily Mae McSwiggle buttered her blueberry croissant And talked about her distant long-dead aunt A fascinating way for us teachers to spend our mid-morning break Almost more than most of us, especially me, could take. I said to McSwiggle, “Break-time is for a little peace and quiet!” It was obvious she was not paying any attention to her diet So, we...

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Down in the dumps today Children work not play The flies have swarmed A stench has formed Seagulls cry all day. Down in the dumps today Maggots pulse and flay It reeks to hell Children become unwell Amidst a haze of decay. Down in the dumps today Life’s turned ash grey Some children are gone But nobody mourns When...

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Dia das mães: Chega Em todos os tempos, sempre, nos dias da pandemia, hoje mais do que nunca é o tempo da mãe empreendedora é dia das mães, quem presenteia é a mãe. A mãe de hoje, presenteia com palavras: Filhos e filhas, para hoje para os dias da década hoje mais do que ontem, a busca do carinho é a força do progresso. Seja...

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