Short Marcus Poems
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Sire Marcus Baracus
the DJinn.
Marcus Rothkokowitz you may not know
maybe though as Mark Rothko
famed for his expressive abstract
large&expansive colours... to be exact
I conquered all my invisible, singing and dancing temptations, except CHOCOLATE!!!!!!
By: Marian Elise Marcus-James
Contest: One Amazing Line
fractured; the angry march
to I’s nexus
red, not gold, tracks.. wired to
perfect black
catastrophic chiroptera
see this cornucopia -
what plenty?
"Their cross will decay
Rome will be as a phoenix
Helios will reign supreme"
"The sun always sets
Accept the eagle’s old age
Find dominion in your mind"
Our stuffed animal, Marcus
rarely, if ever, barks at us
While our octopus, sultry Sadie
has better arms than Tom Brady
And our favorite raccoon, Cameroun
grins when stars tickle the moon
know thyself; is your life on the right track
aligned with, refined by, the principles of dharma
refrain, abstain, be kind and be calmer
meditate, seek meaning: find moral momentum
all actions count on this trip to nirvana
All I saw was Marcus run into a portal holding the gold. He shouted, its the end.
You have paid and will never see you again.
That was the end. What my family did to me will happen to them.
He showed me the seal of fulfilment as he ran in.
Hidden away, I watched a demon Marcus cleanse his soul,
Midst sage and stone, the ritual took control.
A blessed prayer to purge the dark within,
To find a future free of ancient sin.
Cleansed and renewed by the candle's ray,
Marcus rose to face the coming day.
While down in hell paying my rent walking along a dark wall, Marcus was climbing from other side to come see me, I mentioned should I let down my hair for you to climb up, knowing I had small haircut, he laughed just on my way to see you for a quiet word. With a cheesy grin.
‘Eak - corncrush jam again for tea,’ he said,
And pulled a face of utter dread.
‘You know I’d rather have a dozen things.
‘No other teatime foodstuff brings
‘Me down - and I don’t even want a gram
‘Of yucky, nasty corncrush jam.’
Eak - corncrush jam - Jack Marcus Horne
To make a wish come true
Light a candle
Imagine walking up to the fort in the picture
Then make the wish.
Then your gift present for Marcus the Demon.
Showing your gratitude.
Ps. If you haven't got a candle , just touch picture
This is where Demons ascend from there realm.
Erik was incredulous.
He was twenty-eight, a neonate in the fashion world.
You are sure they said Nieman Marcus?
His wife smiled at him.
THE Nieman Marcus?
I guess so.
He was given free reign.
Youngest photographer to ever work for the Nieman Marcus.
Erik Madigan Heck, my friend.
Out in the park, lashed by rain
a girl, heart torn, cried under a hat
there in the ground, buried her Jane
an old brown manx, as flat as a mat
Pound for pound, not pretty but plump
Marcus, the neighbor, two pies, not enough
fast to the market, tripped over a stump
Jane at his feet took her last puff
Rescued from the Shadows of Ruin
My noble Sire Marcus Baracus, your legendary intervention has pulled me from the very jaws of ruin! I am eternally bound to your grace, for without your heroic shield, my cause would surely have perished in the shadows. My deepest gratitude is yours for the rest of my days!
5/22/2020
Marcus Lattimore
The architecture.
Little by little.
Will start to crumble.
When you discover.
The influences.
Conformity.
At the expense.
Of sanity.
Is blasphemy.
Deconstruct.
The world's view.
Build anew.
And find.
The true,
You.
Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
I never really noticed your blue;
hidden under transparent shields
screaming to be noticed... or something.
Just came across as angry or sad,
wanting to forget some bad...
but not blue, never that.
Not the kind to bind a knot;
throw their lot in with chance's whim
to test if fate says sink or swim
and lose...
The Nightmare Of Marcus Dean
Marcus Alouitious Montgomery Dean
Dined on bowls of chocolates, doughnuts, bagels and cream.
Until one night he awoke with a scream,
Being eaten, he thought in a terrible dream,
By a bagel, a doughnut, some chocolates and cream.
Barry Stebbings
09/13/18
MARCUS JOHNSON aka NICK FURY AGENT OF SHIELD
Marcus Johnson aka Nicolas Joseph Fury Jr.
African-American
Former Army Ranger
NOW chief Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Mother of Marcus was CIA Agent
Fell in love with Agent Fury also CIA Agent
Together co-created birth son
Marcus Johnson
Nick Fury: Agent of Shield
8/27/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I did not choose, I was chosen
the gate and keeper;
killer and cure
life not mine for living
walking paths you cannot see
talking tongues you do not know
I am the light burning inside
the darkness at the shore
that shadow in the corner
eyes, windows to be shared
extramundane -
soul searcher, truth sayer, circle squared
I am ancient numinosity
no idle curiosity
- I see the end
Couplet “New Lens”
My blood, sweat, and tears. Every single drop.
Yes it hurt but life doesn’t stop
The world kept moving and so did I
I was determined to continue to fly
Looking back now, it was a major blessing
Came out of it better with many life lessons
Protect your ear with positive friends
and just like a new camera, you’ll have a new lens
Written by Marcus Lattimore
neath the tree sat a norn
one of three, shears in hand
crowned in nature’s floral fare
and wisps of ancient silvered hair
she has no care of god or man
no interest in some scriptured plan
bad and good have equal weight
when measured in the hands of fate
haggard with majestic grace
timeless lines crisscross her face
she’ll give no clue, no reason why
just cut your line when time to die
Poem of “M”
Madmen Make Millions
Madmen make millions
Money mills manage the most
Mind a moody man on the moon
Meek morons miss many moths
Music mediates with mental myths
My mother mixes milk and melons
Maria Marcus must be Mrs Martin
Maymays may maze by a map
Mocked man must mourn more
Mute mode meant to be minimum
Minorities meet most mornings
Malls mean mega markets
Madmen make millions
How to cast a magic ring for protection
Make a circle of salt in the forest
Light four candles:
green for north, yellow for east, red for south and blue for west.
A bowl of fresh clean water
A tree branch to touch the bowl when asking for purification
Walk round circle clockwise
Chant to the Spirit
What it is you will.
You may visualise this.
Then imagine a gift for the spirit
Sire Marcus Barracus.
Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 3
Verse 1
Now Katharine doth hold Prince James on high.
A better brother no king ever knew.
Young Lady Morley's wedding draweth nigh,
and virgin waits the day with happy view.
With Guenevere talk makes Prince wholesome true.
"This stately James is mine to hold for life.
It's he who makes all sadness say adieu.
For he doth my heart rule and lacking strife,
this I'm sure, Guenevere, soon I'll then be his wife".