Mitchell Poems - Poems about Mitchell

I went outside to pee Underneath the cactus tree But now I'm in the Ho Spittle The cactus fell on me. Oh the cactus tree the cactus tree I went out to pee and it fell on me. The cactus tree the cactus tree It's such a mystery....

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True love does not come in chariot ~ it walks until it finds its way....

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Just give me a frozen river So I could skate away Then give me a minute more Tell you how I feel today I live here in a verdant land We never do see snow So I'll make a lot of money Then to another place I'll go I want to see the snow in Winter See the bright clothes people wear Join the fun...

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D REAMLAND begins riding down the Champs-Elysees in a BIG YELLOW TAXI A long by her side was her FREE MAN IN PARIS Y es...........she said, HELP ME say this.......I HAVE A CASE OF YOU D o you realize that we have looked at life from BOTH SIDES NOW R emember that CHELSEA MORNING when we first made love E...

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When Joni sings, “Both Sides Now”; it rang across the Earth on airwaves of liquid gold. Her crystalline voice lends its iridescence to, a poem of great beauty. Canada’s child birthed integral wisdom; Crystalline words set to a lava flow of, music from her subconsciousness; they waltz us to dream-time and feed our dream stories; their...

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From within I summon All that is, and by Grace I've ordered the Ether to obey As my beautiful Soul So desires to participate in Love's Genesis. Into the Air I Compassionately command Angels to obey as God and I commune intricately Weaving the Art of love into broken Forms Framing and mending foundations Like Hands that capture time As if it were an...

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Are we not flesh? with scars of the heart? Needing are we to confess our darkness? As it is foretold Darkness was upon the deep Ether, and Thought became Word then Sound Then came light. Are we embraced by Seen and unseen Forces? That if we speak As God spoke to Darkness and it Fled at the coming of Light Mustn't we fight for what is right In God's Sight? Who gave Evil Heights? Is...

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Sealed upon my lips Are the crimson stains Of words and sins Unravelling in my Soul Are secrets pressed Upon my lips That only God And I have known. Too many confessions For a priest to shoulder Absolution mingling with My prayer beads Eating words that Form from the Gulf Of my soul With The unspoken word The fear of utterance I've become The Embodiment Of Sin's disemboweled Fragments Hand in hand with...

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You think this is the way I wanted to live, I’ve been through a lot and yes I have Sinned, But tell me are you perfect? Tell me you have never sinned before? All my life I’ve wish to go through a different door, But yet I am stuck here searching for happiness And all you do is judge me, I know I’ll...

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The famous journalist and author Margaret Mitchell Dressed in pants so mother wouldn't have to watch a vigil Her brother insisted if she was to play with him she would be a boy named Jimmy I bet her mother saved thousands of dollars on her childhood shimmy Shimmy- an undergarment worn by a female Margaret Mitchell wrote the novel...

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for joni mitchell... wistful strands slipping by of grounded dreams that i once believed would fly... strewn around this emptiness where once there soared, dreams, not of riches but of simple happiness... 'both sides now' you sang, from within and from a feeling of being without you moved me so, i cried, i laughed i wanted to run into the falling rain and shout... 'its life's illusions that...

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The Morrisons had a baby boy Marion was his name But in the future he would change it Cause he was destined for World Fame. He would have a larger-than-than life image A distinctive voice and walk He would become an enduring Icon Folks would listen when he’d talk. Duke is what friends would call him He would stand six feet four He would epitomize...

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Molly Mitchell made many manuscripts and all were mighty,so full, and meaty! Combined, they covered all the ground and their reasoning was very sound. Trimmed with an artisan's unique design, they were oft delivered to the needy. All were orderly and divine indeed, and were never-ever weedy! Thank you, sweetie! McCuen Copyright October 2008...

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