Marshall Poems - Poems about Marshall

The machinery of life is too much The tests, the numbers, the x-rays You are the clown cat, Marshall, always making me smile Your white fur, your polydactyl hands that hold mine I hold you now, I let you go, I love you I breathe in your last breath with you. ...

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A while ago I read an article about the people of the Marshall Islands, about their language, their history, their fragile, disappearing home. I learned about a word they have, so versatile, so complex. “Iakwe” means hello, goodbye, I love you. But the most important meaning (to me at least): You are a rainbow. And, like the rainbow people in the Marshall Islands, you are beautiful; you are worth waiting for and worth searching for (so let no one tell...

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People are silent in the shadow of a man, Terrified like an old gran, Hiding like a sardine in a can, While eating with a bun. I notice that venting is now a crime, Even their gut is empty from time to time, Still dreading to ventilate the begrime, Who will expound in every distant tongue? They complain yet no one enunciates, Their marshall...

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Tom Marshall 'ELEMENTS'       water    . fire    .    earth    . metal    .  wood       _|/      \|/              _|_        / \        _|_       /|\       /\              _|_   ...

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Maldvies, Malaysia, Malta, more - Up for my prayer during Global Pandemic LORD, I humbly greet You, return to my prayer list with "M" countries (I would like to intercede for Mexico, so close to the "troubled" US brother) Adoration is the FIRST STEP in prayer (That's how I begin) using A-C-T-S The letters, not the word, A for...

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An Impartial Marshall Harsh Will Be Moved through mountains and found a marshal; Were immediate indications of being impartial; A man of the law, Worst we ever saw, And we heard sometimes him being harsh will. Jim Horn...

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Impartial Marshall When I was pulled over by a marshal Had wanted him to be impartial Never favorites ever playing Always kind words saying Before he steeped on my metatarsal. Jim Horn...

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My hand Wet with tears pouring down my face Reaches out and finds nothing Empty spaces where familiar voices Once comforted me My only hope Is sleep, where dreams, in sketchy Re-wind, promise a glimpse of lost Loved ones, maybe a voice, if fleeting Even, to soothe me Those still with me Look to me for strength, my motor Memory urging me on, focusing On the well, deep...

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Jimmy, do you still drive the big truck Across the ice laden roads And swear magnificently at lady luck When she breaks down with your loads Of good-natured joy and faith O you are such a child of insatiable desire This strong defiance that mingles With forest creatures like soul akin This friendly poet of passion that spin Sweet tales of his familiar places The...

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you're my solid rock *i'll always be writing lines real deal man of steel my dream lover true *i'll always be singing rhymes about love ov e above few lines robbed from youth never forgotten just as hot today...

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‘James ‘Jimbo’ Marshall Goff ’ There Was A Gentle Man, Known As Jimbo Who Had An Exceptional-Voiced, Poet-Lingo That When He Spoke To The Trees They All Dropped Their Leaves At The Autumn Song of His Classical-Soul-O For Jimbo ... Because of His Depth of Soul ...

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What am i doing I'm a squirrel in the cold I should have listened to my mam And done what i was told But not me you see I wanted to go into town To look for nuts and goodies Until a strong wind blew me down I fell into a corner All white with glistening snow I hurt myself when i fell I'm now so...

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Southern Airways Flight 932 November 14, the night they flew McDonnell Douglas DC-9 Like all flights, they should be fine On the return home They clipped some tree's The final run From Greenville,NC 37 players In all, 75 From this tragedy None survived This Thundering Herd Taken in their prime Coaches and others Before their time But We Are Marshall Would rise again To take away This terrible pain From...

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Why have I come here today? Was it not to seek refuge from the chaotic collapse of our world? Was it not to leap aboard the bandwagon and live forever in harmony, that is before the earth is lost? But why? Why must our families grieve at the sight of us “lost”? Why must we depart from our dearly beloved...

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‘Twas the days of the ruling Queene Tyrannical land of frost borne shade Whilst a man in foresight seen A slaving soul humble and gay A man called Marshall Gray His lectures soaring in solid sound Come once and every day Spoken wisdom to the folks of the town Many an ear Marshall found. ~ Why in this way we live, He...

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