Mariah Poems - Poems about Mariah

Is the wind alive? That’s what the Choctaw believed. The Apache called it, apocryphally, “the breath of the world.” To them, the wind is the trickster you never see, a joker on the plain of life. What’s always arriving and always leaving? What’s as old as the world, yet forever current? Ever present and tireless, it seldom sleeps, holding up jets, herding...

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To see the unknown is to grasp the strange struggle with hallucinogenic disbelief of the deranged: To arrange and rearrange the disarray of a mind nonplussed by a puzzlement of imagery that binds one in loops of madness bound by the optic nerve’s impulses pulsating upon the high seas where red curved like the waves that swerved my dehydrated inebriation...

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She enters the room with a horrible stench A terrible curse for so lovely a wench They call her wind Mariah It reeks of sweet papaya Here’s hoping she finally learns how to clench! ...

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Mariah needed to get to the Hollywood Hills She recognized this mission was her destiny Tell everyone her mother encouraged her It was 1974, when rides were free She hitchhiked from Ohio to California Singing folk songs with strangers In VW buses, muddy farm pickups, She spent fifty-six minutes in a limousine. The weather became warmer, almost balmy. Sorry about the Santa...

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Writing outside the audience, applause means something more Writing the words inherent, oblivious to the score Writing outside the audience, and critical acclaim Writing for time eternal —Mariah calls your name (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)...

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Mariah Made into a Messiah Remember when we called wind Mariah, Who we made into a mature Messiah; Had been said, From Bible read, And planned on being a paranoid pariah. (Also he had brother who was a hyena.) Jim Horn See if you can out do this poem. Jim Horn...

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Continuation of Part IV: FORGIVENESS Today Mariah of Magdala, It's written not only of you but of your enemies Do you discover Mariah of Magdala We are all alike In pitch dark, we hide our deeds Our hearts judges know each of our secret doing Yet we claim to be purer Easier than it has been to curse out another Mariah of Magdala! Not a...

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Part IV: FORGIVENESS “Rabii! Rabii! Rabii! What suppose you of this woman? Caught right in the act of sin Our society's outcasts such She must be thrashed to the non-living So demands the laws of the land Rabii! Rabii! Rabii! Grant us your vindication Of a woman lethal comparable to a serpent of transgression Back to none. She be gone’’ Prime is the hour Mariah of...

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Part III: Judgement Mariah of Magdala Here comes that day You can never get to escape They have fought amongst themselves They have recognized their problem They are planning to rest the crisis They are fighting not anymore So the plot is gaining success. You will not see it this time with your sharp edge eyes For your iniquities are choking your thought Your verdict...

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Chapter I Part II: Power and emptiness Mariah of Magdala! Opulent woman yet juvenile Did your 'hood' bestow upon you such affluence? Look how youthful you are Flawless beauty with an enchanting aroma Like a spring in the wilderness Of apparent mint breadth of solace, Your velvet skin, Maria, of such cottony How do you make your even delicate body soft, Mariah? They make...

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Part I: Sin Mariah of Magdala The cursed one among women Better that you were not born The one full of black evil Queen of prostitutes None of modest can be traced in you Yet men still Adour you They still come crawling even in black dark They do not care if day is scorching bright Neither if its black pitch in deep groovy...

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Though it wasn't long, time is eternal and is only limited by clocks and calenders we perceive. A feeling, a yearning for someone else's soul. To bond with, to feel love for that soul. To care for that person. Love has no limits, one month or one year. Love and time are something we humans...

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Mariah By Dane Smith-Johnsen Mariah, enigmatic mysterious and unknowable Brushed her dazzling obsidian hair in the brilliant sunlight. Indistinctive, but nonetheless inscrutable primal urges Foreshadowed what one might assume to be inevitable. Omniscient and powerful was the one that upon her gazed. He construed all manner of romantic imaginations. She, on the other hand, intuitively continued brushing. And...

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