Maggie Poems - Poems about Maggie

Maggie was something magical and wild, someone out of the ordinary, in all honesty I preferred Emery with her warm smiles that melted my cold! Both Emery and Louiselle shaped his destiny; only one lived for endless pleasure and money, the other wanted to build a very happy family: which one did I choose to create blissful joy? Emery has changed everything with...

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The world was so very young, you could sing it nursery rhymes, and the sky would bend to your lips to kiss them. We had a rented room. London was a beautiful legend, set in pristine ancient stone. The parks were our playground, old tucked-away pubs, safe places for our dreams. Who would have thought, that we were paying rent for a death bed? Too late help came, too...

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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 big brown bear Where do I go? How do I grow? What do I know? Only pain, suffering and...

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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 your time was overdue, for you have outdone yourself, in all ways. Missed are days of your comfort, laughter to my own madness, your wisdom in advice, not much seems to...

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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 Canine Race With every terrier and spaniel around Bow wowing your noble grace! 4/22/22 Honorable Mention The Nursery Rhyme 3 Contest by Eve Roper...

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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 meowing sound Glad we rescued Maggie from the pound, When winter came, she lived inside We were all bereft when Maggie died. FIRST PLACE WINNER written March 25, 2022 "Black...

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"Dear man with eyes of finest wheat, I'm hungry and I have nothing to eat " Said the beggar to the florist who had an armload of floral work to do She showed up every Valentines Day to pick up her free bouquet her sweet smile and soft voice charmed him in a special...

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Steampunk Maggie with her flaming purple neon hair Showing a gung-ho attitude that scares men off the planet. Guns should be hanging off her holsters; not sure they aren’t. As she faces me down with her charisma I laugh. She is mighty! I add some yellow daisies to her top hat to smooth her out, calm her. Rather than softening...

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Her hair was long a scraggly mess Maggie O’Shea flaunting a flimsy dress Of shiny silky satin sheen In bright vivid emerald green Flashing her smile ever so sincere Asked for a big green stein of beer After all it was St. Paddy’s Day She wouldn’t have it any other way AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on December 1, 2019...

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Maggie and me. Slamming down our Photographed bug lunch pails Reactions are fast. OOOH! OOOH! We smile. Glad to see the other girls' reactions. Those are boy lunch pails snotty Cathy says She is prissy; we stick out our tongues. Grin. High five each other. We feel the same about her. She is to be tormented whenever possible You are strange, she says, flouncing off. We...

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Maggie could not chew So she did not eat it This went on for weeks So off to the vet dentist The staff did some tests Checked this and that Every test was done The appointment made Maggie was there on time She was there for 4 hours Getting 16 teeth removed All done at the same time She whimpered a lot Then she complained all day Sometimes in...

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~Water Skiing,Tribute to Maggie~ Ah, indeed a summer teenage delight! My Cousin Maggie assured me, would make a water skier of me. Ah, my young heart lost all frightening premontions and took a soaring flight. I sat on the pier, she threw me the dauntful handle and rope. Fear seized me, realizing the moment to ski was indeed, here! Her husband, Jim,...

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The squirrels and Maggie Do not get along Onto the large deck Walnuts and peanuts Are thrown out to feed The blue-jays and red-jays They eat the walnuts Black ,red, grey,squirrels Maggie don't mind the birds When she see the squirrels She barks,barks, barks Clawing the back door She barks ,wines, stretch Wanting to be out We keep her inside So the squirrels can eat It is hard for them At this...

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The lady Maggie we remember Carl met her in December Small and round ... but classy Sexy ... sometimes sassy Old granny her mind's in a blender 08.03.2018 Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)...

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Like a small statue Maggie sits on her rug Staring at the squirrel Her squirrel friend Tippy His tail is white at the tip She is intense watching It won't be long before She stretches at the door Excited to chase Tippy up the tree Then he will look down To laugh at her This is how Tippy's day Always ends every day Until tomorrow Tippy plays this game Teasing...

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