Nora Poems - Poems about Nora

North West England gripped Wallace, Gromit full of quips on everyone's lips Netflix chiefs ask Who's Nora... why was this poor woman flipped? ...

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She had blue eyes, but she was mean I am speaking of Nora, the pirate queen She tried to recruit the cousins, including me I ran from her, for she was always nasty you see I heard the only recruits that she could find Was one willing dog and a cat who used to be mine The cat was mean too,...

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NORA Carefree-spirited, wild at heart she sped down the steep streets of San Fransisco Racing heart torn to pieces pounding from her chest, even after a bottle of Cisco ...

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Nora told no one of her plan. She had been secretly attending college for four years. She did not expect to see anybody there except her friend Sug. Sug could not keep a secret. She had told the press. When Nora walked across the stage she heard “There’s grandma!” The audience had been told to hold their applause. Her relatives could...

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gorgeous pink castle with rainbow unicorn glittery dazzling flakes of winter beauty sparkle as they flutter down over and over shaken by Nora, a delighted princess she revels that she can hold her kingdom in her hands smiling as her ballerina dances in rhythm to the floating flakes snow globe magic enticing an eight-year-old girl...

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I feel for next-house Nora Getting poorer and poorer: A plant facing stem borer While she seems a goal scorer Her idle hours rarer State of things not fairer... Nora's younger: Victoria Is doing well in Pretoria And her cousin Eugenia Sure to become engineer ; In South Africa clever And there could live forever No causeless xenophobia When with host shares her beer... I feel for...

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Prayer in the form of a lullaby washes over the nursery Quintessential feelings of hope, love and joyful expectation The baby feels beloved, reposing into his relaxed happy emotions. We hear it on the baby’s monitor and freeze. Who is singing? Locking eyes, we jump from the table and run up there. Slowly open the door. The baby is fast...

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Lumber Jack likes his pancakes with kernels of sweet Iowa corn Freshly picked out of his Great Grandma Nora’s garden She spoils him by warming up his maple syrup and melting his butter. He is a forty-six-year-old great grandson who lives at home With his mother’s grandmother, a kind hearted woman whom he carries from room to room because at ninety-six...

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Her name was Nora, she had not had a house since she was in her twenties. Parents died, her money ran out, her emotional illness kept her in the streets. She was not just content, she was happy. Her life was fine; she had friends. She sang, danced, and played her days away. In the evenings she...

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In vacant halls, in her negligee, A marvelous dream is Nora Grey. Moonbeams scatter as she goes, She smells of the rose! She's in a purple mood, Enjoying the quietude; And longing for, Thinking of, Missing the past- It went too fast! Night plays a summer tune- The jasmine's in bloom! The spirit of yesterday Has come here to stay! Empty halls echo the night, Windows admit silver moonlight; Suddenly, in...

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By George P. Lumayag https://georgelumayag.weebly.com The Super Snow Moon lighted our bleeding hearts, That we’re staging the National Arts Month in February; It reminded us to the king like the powerful wolf Who defaced the rules of artistry That he butted his unverified thoughts To the heroine’s genuine and overconfident performances of art That surpassed beyond a national badge of...

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I see the girl with a smile in her eyes How is it I suddenly realize her name I know, Nora She appears whenever I'm ill at ease Her eyes they flirt and tease I smile and all is good because of Nora Others I tell of Nora how I begin to adore her The times we spend hand and hand always together but never planned always with...

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Little Nora and Grandpa Bill sit on swings in Grandma’s garden. A hummingbird arrives to sample the brilliant flowers at this buffet. Grandpa Bill sees a teaching moment and asks little Nora with a smile if hummingbirds have beaks or bills. Little Nora has a teaching moment, says, “Grandpa, they have straws." Donal Mahoney...

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Getting high off 'Mary Jane' that pungent potent weed sticking needles in your veins and getting higher than you need 'Aunt Nora' wont let you blow your nose 'French fries' will leave you in its throes Moonshine will make you slur your speech and sobriety may be too far to reach 'Scooby snacks'...

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Europe was frozen in a tide of hate The genius Jew was being persecuted Bound to the intransigence of fate His violin played the tunes they executed Now it was time to think as they electrocuted The hopes of young people in the dawn of their history Whose own stories would have so much mystery Down in the baker’s the story ran...

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