Margaret Poems - Poems about Margaret

... Today I’m thankful for wisdom And for I yield to the wisdom of two brains… Mary Catherine Bateson (Margaret mead’s daughter) And, who else, but Mark Twain…. Mary Catherine Bateson said, real......Read the rest...

...Quote: “It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age”. -- Margaret Mead On a spring mo......Read the rest...

...Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories - Daniel Henry Rodgers Beneath stardust's scattered gleam, Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time. ......Read the rest...

...Margaret is astounded That someone dare call her prissy persnickety, uptight, queen She gives the man her coldest meanest shoulder his eyes captivate her imagination her telltale cheeks flush ......Read the rest...

... "In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt." - Margaret Atwood She holds the moments, Embracing spirits with grace, Stirring reflections to amaze, Spring’s ......Read the rest...

...I found you in a garbage can, a Playboy magazine took you home. Went in the back way, then snuck you up to my bedroom. And you were the sun and the moon rolled into one, better than Margaret ......Read the rest...

...And pollen to pollinate -- love now sells, and mostly with this big kisser that tells its real name is 'Hot Lips' just by looking. Made Margaret Houlihan nicknaming famous, played by Loretta Swif......Read the rest...

...See Saw, Margery Daw, Marguerite - a pearl of a name… stateswoman, socialite, singer? No, a servant, soldier, and spy. Could she be a latent Margaret Thatcher? No she's clearly a servant, ......Read the rest...

...Queen Margaret, of four year rule... I learned about you. Never knew! ......Read the rest...

...You’ve come out this evening For a wee, delicious bite Drink fine wine, meet new friends Your expectation? A fabulous night Our farm is Vergenoegd Löw It’s an interesting, unusual designatio......Read the rest...

...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 the rest...

...I was like a fallen autumn leaf, Withering beneath the banyan tree's boughs, I know you might have forgotten. The first day of Allahabad, Now known as Prayagraj, It marked my f......Read the rest...

...drove for thirty minutes to the subway station, took a train for forty minutes, got into another for only ten minutes, and reached Queen's Park. Mornings are so hectic, people are rushing to their wo......Read the rest...

...The Widow Some time, ago a man went climbing an icy mountain on his own, why? I don't what was on his mind maybe he was the type of a man who had no friends because he was eristic and fed up with......Read the rest...

..."While he writes, I feel as if he is drawing me; or not drawing me, drawing on me - drawing on my skin - not with the pencil he is using, but with an old-fashioned goose pen, and not with......Read the rest...