Marianne Poems - Poems about Marianne

So so long CDC It’s time for you and me to die from bygone disease (like measles and TB) while we laugh and cry we”re the best! we’ll die knowing we’ll be great again *** This is what my brain does when I wake in the middle of the night and can’t get back to sleep....

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Marianne. Where are you, Marianne stealing my heart tramping it in the mud, yet still, I asked for more Marianne fell in love again. I saw her kiss another man, the green monster of jealousy tore my mind asunder. In the forest of darkness, I lost my way. “Let her go,” a friend said she is not for you alone.” I had...

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Milady Miss Marianne Moore loved syllables best, for sure they helped make verse so fine as the stanza itself became her line...

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He had a handsomeness that spoke about his character Yanez was instantly drawn in, by his nobility and his strength He had integrity even if he did not understand the evil of Brooke His teacher Macassar had prepared him for everything but this Governor Brooke figured out this curious man was coming Wanting answers he did not want to give;...

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Marianne laughs, she's happy sitting under the magnolia tree in Saint Anton's Garden alone, in Venus's bower waiting for no one in particular as the shadows of leaves dance across her face. Her lips break in a smile, Runs her hands through her locks, feels the velvety texture, smells the perfume of her hair. Hear dear Marianne's laughter, the happiness is always there, come...

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Marianne (Bearer of Tricolour) Marianne; the Goddess of Liberty and bearer of Tricolour, Triumphant French Republic revolutionary figure, Evokes solidarity with breasts exposed and barefooted; Wearing a Phrygian cap and armed with a bayonetted musket. Personifier of liberty and reason for the French citizen, Symbolizing wife, mother, and emancipated feminist. From atop dead Parisians she leads victory’s charge; « En avant...

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A POETIC WALK WITH MARIANNE MOORE Come read and let my voice take you along a syntactical line Better yet ...

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Happy Happy birthday Marianne Schroeder To the "LOVELY, Soloist Pianist" with the most~ "Trained COMPASSIONATE Style" let me say ~ Happy Happy Birthday to you ~ i lift up my glass with a~ "LYRICAL toast" just as "Extraordinarily WONDERFUL" and "SPONTANEOUSLY Non-obnoxiously SWEET" as to say to you ~ i hope you have a ~ Happy Happy Birthday~ that only a "Prestigious Inspiring Pianist" like you can do ~ Happy...

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A POETIC WALK WITH MARIANNE MOORE Come read and let my voice take you along a syntactical line Better yet ...

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SOMETHING BORROWED a M M Phrasis Enough of ennui,I may I might the mind is an enchanting thing,senses do not deceive.Days of prismatic colour apparations of splendour,things are what they seem, a mosaic, a prosaic voracity and verity. What are years then? Efforts of affectation, dispositions by angels? No,the past is the present,a chameleon face of discontent.O calamity,no swan so fine as the merits of heredity,let...

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Two years ago Marianne married Matthew, thinking she had married handsome Prince Andrew; he promised her Heaven with a devoted heart, years passed but everything fell apart. They still rent a three-room apartment overlooking a lake, and the only luxury they can afford is a big screen TV; Marianne didn't wish to live like this, it was a big mistake marrying Matthew...

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when I buy pictures, or better yet from a book, or see upon the internet imagery is all to me, colour maybe all,that I see frequently;undone by impressions ...

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Strolling southern seashore in mists of September searching for something set to stay, her mind that meanders, remarkable meters, perplexing the phantoms at play. Voices validating vague vagrant vocations of poetry placed in parade, with words waged in warring, warning of the wheighman, who knew you had dues left unpaid. Before the seashore became her domain, she’d wandered the wayside of pain, locked in psychotic box Doctor’s ticking...

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A flock of weary seagulls Way beyond their range Landed in the parking lot. The weather's going to change, I thought. The leader is a grey one. He has an attitude, And, looking at me so intensely Said, "It's awfully rude To land upon the black top! I thought this was a lake. My mate and all her family Have flown here by mistake. I'll thank you if...

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