Marina Poems - Poems about Marina

to make you fall asleep like a bird in its nest, I’ll hold all the summer rains in my arms just for you I’ll carry all the summer rains, I will carry them in my arms, like a heart on fire ...

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Marina, Motherina, Baba, Mum! Reflect upon what your life has become: Born in Harbin to refugee Russians, Tossed out by Mao, with mild repercussions. Aussie girl, country girl, raised by grandmas, And grandpa and parents (both pains in her ****). Small school, to high school with penguin-ed nuns, Bespeckled and bikeless - childhood is done! Went off to college at Melbourne Uni, Made friends,...

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San Francisco Jazz Afternoons Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you. The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous. The smell...

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San Francisco Jazz Afternoons Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you. The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous. The smell of the glorious, scents of the Pacific Ocean, Those brown flirtatious huge...

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Ah, my Marina Queen! You, who reigns over the Marina with grass so tantalizing, so verdantly green. Holding costly homes that gaze over the San Francisco Bay, I adored the music of fog horns, and could listen to them hight and day. We all blessed by a mystical, silent drops of fog! Embracing the Marina and we, your most serene residents...

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I Know The Truth by Marina Tsvetaeva loose translation by Michael R. Burch I know the truth?abandon lesser truths! There's no need for anyone living to struggle! See? Evening falls, night quickly descends! So why the useless disputes?generals, poets, lovers? The wind is calming now; the earth is bathed in dew; the stars' infernos will soon freeze in the heavens. And soon we'll sleep...

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in the name of living art pushing the limits risking it all i put myself out teetering on every ledge i stand where everyone can see my nakedness flaunted as body art i dare to expose my vulnerability my passion lusts boldly for innovation an unbridled vision steers my powerhouse flashing artistic flair of feral imagination hardcore inspiration with no map or guide driven by...

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meow meow meet ginger tabby she's the shy, timid one watching from 'cross the street meow meow meet frisky calico he's the mischievous one who paws at your feet meow meow meet fluffy siamese she's the glutton waiting for a treat meow meow meet hairless egyptian she's not so friendly who claws and retreats meow meow one more cat before we sleep here at cat's marina so many cats to meet Zzz......

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I Walked An Hundred, Hundred-Thousand Steps, To give you the good-bye I could not speak. Atop the Great Wall, you and I, Opposites, Ascending and Descending, For six-thousand-five-hundred-and-eighty-five miles (and a half)… Have met To say Good-Bye, But I could not speak it, And all My arms, my lips, my body Could say to you, was: 'Please, don't go! Don't go! It isn't time to say...

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MARINA ABRAMOVIC---I AM STRIVING TO LOOK INTO YOUR SOUL I’m in, I’m there let yourself go; I AM STRIVING TO LOOK INTO YOUR SOUL Each of us, look at us; I see; Sit down before I look at you blink twice; I stare as I share My soul vision My soul opens to you; Through my eyes I view; Look into my eyes; Witness to my soul; Blink...

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They sit, seldom still, naked yet not silent - beckoning, like a wind chime concert of tapping halyards, wave slapped hulls and groaning lines where freedom hints to their captains, "To sea, to sea"....

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My dream of yesterday I'm calling under caress of a plush plaid, What was that? And who won? Who's falling? Who was defeated? What is bad? I think again, I change my thinking, Anew I feel the sweetest pain, Say, was it love of just a winking, I have no word for it again. Who was the prey? Who was the hunter? All is...

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Look like a guy but I think like a girl So ladylike, it makes people hurl Easy to be sleazy when they've got filthy minds We stick to stereoides, chicks are not blinds Guys are not meant to be flirty Never unmarried after thirty I love your Boxer queue I'll be flirty for you Is there any possibility You'll quit gossiping about me Men don't...

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"ode to Marina" as its been awhile I thought of saying hello and reminisce of how it all began years ago filling in for a coworker who would later fill in for me you placed a call such is the initial encounter that started the journey involving many talks to follow unknown to me saturday night now brought on...

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I like that you are ill, but not by me, I like that I'm not drowned within your fever, that heavy sphere of earth will never be ran out under the feet of us like river. I like, I can be funny, yes, i do, to be so carefree playing not with phrases, and do not blush with wave of...

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