Mark Poems - Poems about Mark

(Snapping fingers rhythmically) Vocalese with ease... yeah... moments… improv… Off the top, breath bubbling, a spontaneous combustion of sounds, to be boppin' the melody/ Jazz popping vocal notes of wonderment, feeling the rhyme on beat street dancing lyrics, a rhythm so intrinsic… moments... Mark Murphy... strutting... smokin’… in a vocal breeze/ No wordy rhymes here,...

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The stained digit, a purpled declaration, a temporary badge of civic duty. A single press, a moment's commitment, indelible ink blooming on the forefinger, a mark that resists casual erasure. It speaks of participation, a voice cast into the collective hum, a small act with potential consequence. This purple smudge, a shared symbol across nations, a visual testament to a fragile democracy. It will fade, day by...

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hyperrealism takes bizarre to insane when we are right here but not in the frame I hold all the thoughts as well as none existentially observed by men with lab coats on the moment of glory when all come to see thoughts, reactions, inner landscape of me but when the days over and notes neatly typed how can I exist in a...

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icky hickey...

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Q: What's going to happen when they discover there's no more gold in Fort Knox? A: The dollar will crumble and they will begin to establish digital currency to replace it and wherever DODGE goes-digital monetary systems will follow they already are using it...

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Don't be a pencil that gets erased, Be a pen, a mark that can't be traced. Don't be a helpless princess, frail and meek, Be a witch, strong and sleek. Stand tall, fierce and bold, A force of nature, uncontrolled. Leave a mark they can never erase, A spirit they can't replace. You are the sun,...

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" My mother shed her protective love around me and without knowing why, people sensed that I had value." ~Maya Angelou " As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong....

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My hand Lingers on the page. A red X marks the date. Turning the page feels like losing you again— Every day. The coldest Month of the year Has turned my heart cold too. My gaze, frozen, is riveted on the date— You left. Forever gone, I am still here. I would trade all my tomorrows To have you live out all your days— So many. The calendar, Hung on my...

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In loving memory of our Mark, Better known to most as Skip, Reunited with Clegg up in paradise now, Best friends back joined at the hip. From thrashing about on his motorbikes, Revving the **** out them in crickmere park, To his mams house bouncing with hardcore, As skip raved away to M.C's and afterdark. He absolutely loved to spend time with family, Travelling...

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Mark Carney: A smart, gifted man and that's no blarney! Politically speaking, he was on the perimeter, but now he's Canada's twenty-fourth Prime Minister....

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there once was a man named Clark who was blind as a bat in the dark one night he went outside to pee leaned up against a tree and failed to leave his mark ...

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American humorist and writer, Mark Twain born as Samuel Clemens, his name in history does not wane. He attacked Big Business with “The Gilded Age.” An observant journalist as well, Twain was very sage. ...

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MARILYN HOLDING ON TO MEMORIES THROUGH ASHES REMEMERING THE LOST DONATE BONE MARROW SHORE CLAIR MICHIGAN MY PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU PLEASE STOP THREATENING MY LIFE I CAN'T IMAGINE AFTER ALL THESE YEARS RIVERSIDE DRIVE YOU WERE SO INTRIGUED BY MY POETRY MY WRITING INCLUDING MY GRANDMOTHERS COUSIN BILLIE HOLIDAY MY POP WW11 MY DAD...

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Performances won the early acclaim, Unleashed his metaphoric rise to fame, Now poetry would never be the same, Kersal to Kyoto, shouted his name, Polemic eighties, verses sounding stark, Opiod evenings, a voice from the dark, Everybody said, “Those words are Maker’s Mark, There goes that world famous, John Cooper-Clarke”. ...

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When Mark reached heaven He expected to be interrogated. He was used to this. No one asked him anything. He thought he would be judged. This was his go-to-position. No one judged him. He thought death meant dead. Not realizing he had a soul. Mark had gotten it all wrong....

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