Nance Poems - Poems about Nance

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For Casarah, What if I were a poet who is forlorn, Became bird sitting among each thorn; Like Son of God one day I do suppose In our hearts became a bleeding rose. He now is God's son who has arisen No longer here on earth in a prison Christ in us all is quite a creation Of joy, happiness and jubilation. Jim Horn...

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Clean your house from top to bottom – any other chores you want me to do? A cup of steaming coffee is ready – I know you just love your brew So you want me to get the shopping – I’ll have it right on cue Anything special you require, I’ll pay and have it delivered to you Run...

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Aah, Casarah; mine ears ache for thy counsel- Scarce are the chances to reach near thine arena The sea races near thy arches to crane its head to crash her waves and earn a share of thy full cache. The majority of words herein use the letters contained within the name Casarah Nance, which is an anagram of...

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Intense lover turned Dedicated mother Outstanding energetic passionate writer I try to out do her But she does it way better Truly her pen is a endless Ink spilling musical feather And when we get together We bring the house down Secretly I want to see her in strips of leather Superhero villain stripper On pole dancing paper I'm just her boy toy side kick clown Don't get...

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Sexy me up Saturday night Arm candy tasting right High heeled, open toe, Long legs, Oh Ohh. Red carpet, stars burst Tonight's about coming first. Glitter rains like star dust Lace up with licorice lust Heat it up, whatdaya say, Are you ready to play? Always and more than ready Taking you on slow and steady Womanly swirls, perfumed curls No clothes only a string of pearls. Love the...

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October is breast cancer awareness month, if you don't check them, I will. Bodies, presented to the world with love and affection, Revealing to others a person's hope and attention. Every once in a while the body must put up a fight, A war within itself when something is just not right. Silent it comes, this battle, winner takes it...

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The sun still shines when hidden by the clouds, There is light in the darkness, just ask the moon. I am here under the glow of this computer monitor, I want to come home, let me come home soon. My words bottle like wine waiting to be released, Aging in the cellar waiting for the perfect moment. I am tapping my...

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I wrote a poem of despair My hearts been tossed up into the air She wrote a limerick that was taboo She made me laugh when I was so blue Entering stage left was Tim Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn It seems that we laugh or we cry We live, we love,...

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My angel wakes to dew drops through her misty, bedroom eyes, Of what she dreams, the stars it seems, as begins the dawn's reprise. Her ruby lips ignite a spark, and beg a gentle kiss, This thing I crave, to love a slave, and until her waking miss. Passion welling deep inside as she holds me tenderly, As the cockcrow...

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As per Casarah's request, here is 2 fun dedications to Dr. Seuss A Person is a Person -no matter how small- I can not see I can not be I can not write a word at all So I am not feeling very tall I have no pen I have no ink I have no will to dream up verse Somehow this seems so perverse I...

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I heard my name in the wind where the willows do weep, Such a moment of bliss I will evermore keep. For I sat in the silence, just a moment or two, With paper and pen, thinking only of you. Then I scrolled out a verse, a most delicate rhyme, Unaware of the hour; unconcerned with the time. Till my eyes...

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