Mandy Poems - Poems about Mandy

An expedition back into the dark jungle, a rain forest shrouded in the haze of history, brought about by hidden enterprises. Lost and Found Mandy Battle weary am I, war warn. To shreds has my heart been, torn. From my middle Daughter, only scorn. Mouthing hateful words, my soul doth morn. My heart laden heavy by the icy coldness from adolescent, peer mimicry, its boldness. Living...

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In New Orleans for some highjinks. Here to rally ‘round the flag. She’ll be open to suggestion When I’ve got her bound and gagged. I won’t need to solve the riddle Of the chicken or the egg To distinguish first from foremost While I’m making Mandy beg. You can bet your bottom dollar Gonna taste forbidden fruit On a fragrant bed of...

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this is the story of a true friend, Mandy Ingle will be there till the end, she lifts me up when i am down, and picks up the phone to say come on around, to describe Mandy it is no very hard, with her eyes that light up the dark, her smile is so amazing, just like her heart,...

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A tribute to the late, great Victoria Wood x Arthur and Mandy sat one night When he gave her a dreadful fright Ripped off his jumper revealed his string vest Showing snippets of his hairy chest He looked at her with eyes ablaze Held Mandy in a sensual gaze He pushed aside his bottle of beer Put his false teeth in and Said with...

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hoodie boodle ate bars in cars candy handy Mandy Sandy miss took did look fountains mountain 04/10/18 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©...

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at last my face begins to rest at last my feet are curled warming on the soft plush carpet fire for heat and light giving character in shadows and light darknesses thoughts of the days happenings fly like sparks memories of a day adrift ...

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Upon this marsh these reeds this fen A couple, birds mating pelican The scene the complementing is so clear Like a hunter my stare does leer The male flaps wings to protect his mate With reverence I take off in haste If the girl who drew could have known The boy to which her love was shown Wants just to love her as...

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Oh Mandy, I am sorry for those days I made you cry I am sorry I could not see love in your eyes your touch, heart and the beautiful dreams you had are they still in your heart under the earth? But now I have seen and felt your laughter and the sound of your cough on my sofa and the number...

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I’ve dropped 2 pills and an 8th of Phet Waiting for the rushes, waiting for the sweat Listening to the music, feelin’ every beat waiting for that melody which sweeps me off my feet The beat drop’s out, music’s lost pace My heart’s started racing, there’s a trickle down my face I can start to feel tingles, my body start to...

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Poetry As I sit here, at my table, pen in hand, contemplate – there is nothing I understand about that which flows – I write not knowing how or why ?, the sight before these eyes – one calls poetry. Blinded to technique – what I see, I do not understand – it just comes. Thoughts, feelings, experiences – it runs like blood -...

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Anxiety Mandy . Anxiety is not but fear disguised as the void of uncertainty. Anxiety / fear – know, the only thing to fear, my Dear, is fear itself. Anxiety can harm you, can kill you, has only the life you give it. Anxiety has – as you know only too well – has always left you. Anxiety is not...

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My Dearest Mandy Girl, my beautiful Child – into my life you came. I gave you your first name, for a while my last name. You were a bright light in my life – that shone, radiating hope, that, now fades, is almost gone. I feel it in my heart, my soul, every day at dawn realizing, in pain, once...

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Mandy My middle Daughter As I see it, as I have felt it, as I understand it ! Mandy, is, and certainly has been a closed casket, a closed book, carrying with her to the grave’ all that is buried deep within her soul, all the secrets her heart holds, all the thoughts kept within her minds hoard, all the feelings encased within...

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Collaboration between Seren Roberts and Mandy Tams:   The Wet Patch   Why sit with a frown is there a need? Yes she whispered in my ear, I think I peed.   My knickers are wet, I dare not move at all If I stand up, down they will surely fall   Your knickers are wet, ha I did scoff But I made sure I did, no...

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She always calls me her little flower of all nations What I’d like to know is who peed in my carnations My petunia’s have been trampled and my bean stalk Well it looks devoid of bean, and some taste like chalk (Vie) Chalky beans are not good, and peed on petunias are even worse Instead of trying to eat them,...

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