Martina Poems - Poems about Martina

...Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling. As her olive skin neatly curved fingers slid over an intermittentl......Read the rest...

...A child left to discover the cold— From each adult's trapping grip; where they Sell bruises for masks, they shiver on Their own— (old weeds from inside, they rake) Round raw heads and hearts, hal......Read the rest...

...Princess Martina Matilda Marianna Mouse, held the most wondrous parties in any house; with the finest imported Cheshire and Brie, served up with green olives and black tea. In her finest sat......Read the rest...

...Is that not High School Justina: The Elder Sister of Tina? So, why us she is getting leaner,? Praying and fasting like Lena? Or modeling like Martina: Body reshaping to turn winner? Now the cra......Read the rest...

...VI. It came at night, from a local precinct; Whitney and one of her friends was in jail. They’d robbed a gas station and shot the clerk, suspects for murder, and there was no bail. Miles quick......Read the rest...

...V. From the day it seemed that things just got worse, she started handing with less-than-great friends, and more than once she was caught cutting class, more and more Miles could feel his heart r......Read the rest...

...IV. Of curse trying to raise a person right is much more than a matter of finding work, Miles didn’t think himself a great person, so he started bringing them all to church. He figured Whitney......Read the rest...

...III. It was a strange and ersatz family, but for now no better could he achieve, and those first few weeks would be no cakewalk, a real struggle to see to all their needs. The house was paid o......Read the rest...

...II. Thankfully she had been in the back seat, and had only a minor concussion, they sat for an hour, then Thomas said, “Miles, we have to have a discussion.” They walked outside into the corri......Read the rest...

...I. Miles McNeill was not a fine young man, he barley finished high school, with a D, seemed more interested in a thug life, ran with the gangs and lived life on the streets. Already had a crim......Read the rest...

...The mind is the ghost of our being, its voice left to haunt and cajole (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017) Collaboration with Martina Lynch......Read the rest...

...We had it all and it will never come back Sporting heroes both white and black A different time, a different age Different class, when you turn back the page Lets start with the death of one man ......Read the rest...

...the madhouses of paris filled with retired teachers got their point across song of waterloo this napoleanic labyrinth stearing children to the brink madame martina martini academia nuts cracke......Read the rest...

... Shredded rays of honey light, Chirping melody of petite creatures, The ambiance filled with rosy cherries, The day aglow with pleasant memories. Each year it races in my heart, Amongst the ......Read the rest...

...Headphones on and humming softly till I know each word Some are good old friends and some are new ones I just heard Into the wee hours we go on with this love affair Or first thing upon waking I wil......Read the rest...