Marie Poems - Poems about Marie

Flimsy flashes of realization wake me, weakened by adventurous good times. Frivolities begin screaming ‘Later! There is one perfect moment. Right now.’ Allow no delay to undermine pure joy....

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To hell with your hollow benediction. Faulty. Water shivers as the brass bell just rings. Drivel never comes from the soul. Empty. It’s blasphemy to be so utterly void of fact. I’m going to call a spade a spade.. Sinner....

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They moved like dawn through shadowed years, With quiet hands and blazing hearts, Their dreams outshone the weight of fears, They rewrote fate in fractured parts. Marie lit atoms' trembling core, Her lantern glowed through science' veil; While Rosa sat and shook the war Of silence—made the strong rails pale. Malala, bright with sharpened pen, Still sings where tyrants silence books; Jane healed the lives...

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Sure as stars shined she stumbled. Falling. A fierce lightning rod flickering wild sparks. Put the appetite front and center. Boss map. Hard hands callused to the bone, dialed in. There’s nothing lucky about it. She fought....

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Leather boots and belts, A maiden’s lipstick, Handcuffs, lace panties bra, Sword slave, Wash muzzle, Plug Tongue, Eel slime plum, Snail, tornado, bones, antlers, hands. Razor clam ***** dug tunnel, Cucumber purr kitty. Brine volcano mussel worm plank, Brassiere blaze twirl shell, Palm girdle underwear, boot panty boars, hand Dug pussy thermometer! Scream spank shout! Kettle strap!! Steam lung pulse!!! ******** morgue eating crucifix breakfast? ...

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Exploding transformers on the street, flash mob; Unable to see they move so fast, frenzied; Left licking senses buried in sweat, spun out; Synchronized for streamlined destruction all night; City streets cuffed and in their control ‘til dawn....

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Devoured left behind faking his death his daughter reaches for him expecting his arrival unearthed endeavors it was all a fraud fake funeral service an abomination against the holy spirit haunting watching her purgatory waiting for her dad to cross over when someone fakes their death loved ones who has passed away actually awaits the...

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Enchanted Norse the dark place of dwarves trickery leaving graveyard dark from gargano graves formed in to spear heads making witch ornaments with light bulbs filled with forbidden black sand smuggled from Maui candle wax to see if asiL will appear wearing feathers of ash smudging walls wailing clawing talisman voodoo charms the hidden agenda...

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Some days have a selfish sunrise engorged; Hard to focus on a thing but desire, soul stained; I want to do whatever I want for once; Nobody will steal my cup today, I’m drunk; Today everything will materialize en force....

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Remembering a granddaughter good times of Kentucky bourbon visits back home a doting father Pete Pete Lil Pete the many flowers planted I always chose the yellow ones these were for friendship sheer loss Gargano loss father mother daughter granddaughter not to mention the empty graves used for show when ever a Gargano fakes his...

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The simpering sound of Suzie Marie Had all the men flocking and wanting to see Her beautiful hair piled high in a bow In a pretty white dress, cut short and cut low The girl with the luscious lashes so long The look in her eyes so fragile yet strong The smile on her lips was a smouldering pout She purred and...

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I find myself searching for the sea; Floating; Mavericks break upon the shore inside; Cymbals splatter inchoate foam; Symbols; Teahupoo surf behind lowered eyes, splash in; Welcome to boiling over nature, my head....

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amazing soo locks historic downtown flare shadowed by canada...

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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER DEDICATED TO Kellie Marie Sherriff In the depths of human experience, a profound calling exists—a gift the divine bestowed upon me to alleviate the burdens of those shrouded in deep, silent pain. From the tender age of twelve, I have...

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Bread or cake, which would you like? Her head inquired from a pike....

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