Parker Poems - Poems about Parker

My love, let us live this paradisal evening dressed in wispy clouds of red and tailored in strips of orange embellishing the horizon where shades and shadows embrace your face as the last glimmer of daylight falls leaving a raptured sky of coral pink and red enhancing your beauty in the twilight's glow as your hair dances like tranquil threads in the breeze...

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I'm riding and flying into dimensions beyond the 3rd, Sweet melodies and harmonies of rhythmic words. They speak melodiously and deeply to my soul. I'm riding and flying; I'm losing control. No seatbelt to buckle into or even think of, But I'm safe and feeling free, flying like a dove. Above all pain 'cause Trane, Bird, and Hawk are soulfully saxing, Sweet,...

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5 MJ DiBenedetto and CS Parker Today is a gift It could help me shift From feeling sad wishing Things could have been different, uplifting The truth is thin for me Maybe for you too To uplift my spirits And thank my higher power For giving me each hour To love my life and begin again To make the best of what I’ve been given Each day to...

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6 Just want someone To hold at night Someone I can love With my whole life She won’t appear As a stranger to me In her I can see A natural beauty Can’t let her go around Too scared of the dark I’ll do my part And hold her hand and Kiss her slow + be her man ...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. Then the however happened. However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust like this one whose idea...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. Then the however happened. However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust like this one whose idea...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. Then the however happened. However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust like this one whose idea...

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I cannot look you in the voice Neither be thee my scent of choice Cannot avoid thee in my sleep Like a Rolls followed by a Jeep...

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My love for you is beyond prophecy or endowment and lay before you a love letter from the heart beneath the moonlight's glow where our eyes find a silent understanding that embraces each passionate emotion swirling and entwined in the depth of love where our souls surrender to ardent desire in an enchanted beguiling captivity of lush landscapes and serene gentleness in starlight as we...

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I bow to you with a rose in my hand and hope you press it between love's pages I will not assume nor will I demand I'll promise to love you through the ages hear my heartbeat when it speaks to you, love it will give you all of your heart's desire with love no more than what we can dream...

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None of the names are familiar now I have been in this class before But my memory is weak There are no Susie’s or Jack’s The names are Donovan, Maleficent, Alfred, Drago, Chole, Elise, Drake, and Athena. I usually can associate names with others I know with that name. I know no others with these names. I call these students “honey” and “sweetie...

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Dorothy (nee Rothchild )Parker once for poetically famed for penning quatrains much acclaimed With humour she did animate & formally elegant poetry thereby create...

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This Troubled Realm-CoWritten with Frederic Parker When the depth of our soul embraces kindness and is tethered to wisdom, this truth we learn... only our hearts can free our own blindness for it is a world of peace for which we yearn. A place where no one has reason to shed tears, an Earth in which the needs of mankind are...

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Myrtle Parker Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera, That’s the English one not the French. Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider, Only beverage her thirst would quench. Never did she marry no husband, Preference for life single and free, Though kept two doggy companions, Twin Westies, Florence and Zebedee. Miss Parker was a gatherer and hoarder, Antiques, curios, lots of impractical tat. Her catchphrase was...

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These words of love I give to you, my dear to have comfort in the stillness of time and meld two souls to keep love's wishes near when the length of the years and age will climb I will be your knight and loving sentry to chase away the darkness that appears and protect our days from evil's entry to guard these...

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