Maggie Poems - Poems about Maggie

...James Joyce: In winding streets of Dublin, I did dwell, found Ulyssean tales to weave and tell. In this modern age, voices rise anew. What themes thrive, Margaret, in works like ......Read More

...Oh Tennessee, bard divine, what gems you've given, Of truth and pain from your wrecked life riven. Though critics scorned, your genius shone In shabby rooms where oft alone, You typed amid ......Read More

...kindly air big mouthing every throat lungs suck until drunk maggie has gone shopping with alexa they back and forth with girlish glee while songbirds listen to the electronic voice of god ......Read More

...Just a common whore they said Who rolled the drunken tars As they staggered out from The Dockside taverns and bars. Lime Street, Liverpool was Where she plied her trade. Where her drunken barga......Read More

...When in the mountains at our cabin during our summer stays we are happy to honor and to celebrate a host of special days. If we’re blessed to be in the mountains enjoying the clouds the sun the s......Read More

...Stricken with anguished nausea Written three years ago tomorrow, yet superimposed (likened to emotional palimpsest) upon mental state of yore recent post traumatic stress triggered courte......Read More

...In Memoriam Quietly Always Close Are they whispers, then, settling So gently upon that slightest breeze wending Over the granite crosses and statues of cradling angels, Which stand in......Read More

...The long days of work Can make you go berserk Oftentimes I wonder Am I going down under To make sense of it all I feel like a ping pong ball Being bounced here and there No escaping the ......Read More

...Go Man, Go with Liz. That girl's got so much whizz. Say goodbye to sorrows as she, borrows, borrows, borrows. Our nation's fortune waxes the more she cuts those taxes. She relishes a fight, ......Read More

...I still wish you could visit though thoughts have lessened of my worries about you, you're dearly, most heavily missed. You of many talents, the anchor of this once warm home surely......Read More

...The destruction of the cell in the dialectic of negativity Shooting arrows of light towards the body of the self Solar processes and nuclear fusion Sustainable Amazonian Euterpe precatoria trees ......Read More

...Yippee ci ya aa Bill African-American rodeo cowboy, farmer Lover of “bulldogging” Twist the head turn the horns of the bull Bite his neck wrestle to the ground Field fell the tricks ki......Read More

...She calls herself Katherine, She thinks she's high and mighty. We girls know better, She is vain and flighty. Prudence is careful And a little mean She is never playful To her, it is obscene ......Read More

...Oh, Maggie-Jo Sparks, my basset hound The best of the houndom breed A friendlier pooch cannot be found You are a grand ol' gal indeed! Oh, oh Maggie-Jo you should be crowned Queen of the Canin......Read More

...Her name was Magic, Maggie for short She loved being outside, and to cavort, Black as coal from the local coal mine She raised her hackles along her spine, At night she made a soft meowin......Read More