Nancy Poems - Poems about Nancy

Perhaps I was too weary, perhaps I slept too long, Now I must find my Army, but every turn seems wrong. "Where's Nancy?" My head is hurting, my feet are sore, and I really don't feel well. All I want is to find that...

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Nancy was one pretty flapper, even if it was pretend The photographer loved her photo the best to the end. Nancy Carroll, an actress and model he fell for right away. He kept her photo on his mantle until his very last day....

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Nancy was a professional worrier, afraid of what the wind might be bringing She worried the oak tree limb might fall down while we were swinging She feared that if she stopped holding the ceiling, it would fall to the floor. I would tell you other stories, but I fear I might bore you if I told you...

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After I read all of the Trixie Belden books I could find My aunt Janice allowed me to read one of her Nancy Drew books She had a book case filled with them. She was chintzy with them, only allowed me to borrow one at a time. I used to beg to take two, but she had her standards. So...

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My poems are all young me. Poems long ago written. Time has changed the way I see. But in words I'm still smitten. I help those that were me. Help them to grow. Blossom, cause from the darkness comes light. Have to know. What seed to sow. How to understand. Their fright. How to make it right. Thank you for your compassion...

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I Nancy in this month of thanksgivings would like to give you gratitude for your selfless long and prestigious patriotic duties as the only woman to serve in the United States Congressional powerful post of U.S. House of Representatives. Not any one was as brave as you were to take on the challenge of some of the world's most...

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Nancy Lee, Nancy Lee, a southern handle most definitely. Mother dear has long been dead. I can still hear her voice at times in my head. Nancy Lee, Nancy Lee, She'd use both names when yelling at me. I blocked her out quite skillfully. At times I'm sure it was deserved. Is that the purpose our middle names serve? Nancy Lee, Nancy Lee.....

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Many Gentlemen fancy Nancy But for one Nancy kept her fancy: Thirty- year old Gilbert Tansi, Whose meeting with her had been chancy… The- Interested-in-Necromancy, Near a cemetery his tenancy; Now, Nancy wants him “Necromancer”, Leave his Hotel job as Hot Bouncer; If Tansi does so, he’s paid her price: Indeed, from Hollow Cup thrown Best Dice… Nancy with Cancer might soonest die But would still...

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Seems the Chinese are saber-rattling near Taiwan Making the headlines and stoking some fears, While the Speaker of the House has moved on To be greeted in the Far East with lots of cheers. I say, “Go, Nancy, go!” Let all the world know We are not afraid of those nations who bluster Americans, free to travel from Paris to Borneo, Or,...

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I want some excitement in my life, Other than just day dreaming all my life. Thinking about the past days, Where trust was the biggest maze. Now all I can think about is my past fallacy, When I thought friendship was easy . When I thought life would be simple, When I thought solution could...

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There is a dear lady who would be considered one of the great pillars ...

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Nancy’s a nymphomaniac Who networks when flat on her back Her motives are shady And Nan ain’t no lady She always gets blokes in the sack Yes, Nancy’s a bit of a lass Three stock cupboard guys get her ‘pass’ She has hanky-panky With Tom Dick and Frankie Guess Nancy is just pure badass NB Terry suggested in his comment that I wrote about Networking...

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Social butterfly .... she flits from person to person like a busy bumblebee air kissing beautiful blooms Bite Size Poem 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier 05/26/21...

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Murder rate in San Francisco, so high! To that city, I never will go nigh! My once beloved home is there still. Blood-spattered on a Spring Hill. ...

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Well the morons are in the race A little behind but their keeping pace Running at a close last I see its the idiots they finally passed don’t pull your bets: its not over yet I see the imbeciles sneaking up on the left Well the out comes unsure of a race finally won But of the five judges only three have...

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