Short Marianne Poems
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Milady Miss Marianne Moore
loved syllables best, for sure
they helped make verse so fine
as the stanza itself became her line
St Louis-born Marianne Moore
began poetics a 'The Dial' editor
In metrical patterns her verse brought fame
medal &prizes & much acclaim
unattended
racing through the pages
preparing to be offended
but then it just
ended
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A Marianne: 4a:6x:8a:4x:2a
Marianne Moore 'SAINT NICHOLAS'
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Fireflies
and glow-worms
crickets and frogs-
tropical sights and sounds
to log
* a stroll
inspired by journal of Marianne North 1830-1890 Painter extraordinaire
M-orn
A-nd
R-adiant
I-mage
A-re
N-icely
N-egating
E-vening
L-etting
L-ight
A-bate
M-ist
A-s
Z-enith
A-nd
R-ays
E-rase
S-hadows
Topic: Birthday of Marianne L. Llamazares (August 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-use
A-bout
R-ighteous
I-dea
A-dvances
N-ice
N-ame
E-mploying
L-ovely
L-ines
A-s
M-essage
A-pplies
Z-estful
A-crostic
R-eader's
E-xceptional
S-weetness
Topic: Birthday of Marianne L. Llamazares (August 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
It’s wonderful when you have a thought in your head
that you’re all set to put into a poem or a letter…
and then you happen upon a person,
like Marianne Williamson…who has already said it better:
Light is to darkness
What love is to fear;
In the presence of one
The other disappears…
So so long CDC
It’s time
for you and me
to die from
bygone disease
(like measles
and TB)
while we laugh
and cry
we”re the best!
we’ll die
knowing
we’ll be great again
***
This is what my brain does when
I wake in the middle of the night
and can’t get back to sleep.
Limerick : Once this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 5
Now this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Pumped hard to become Free-Maisons’ Main Drain.
Only thing left to win :
Marianne* in dung-bin –
National Assembly long lock-jawed – slain !
• Marianne : symbol of the French Republic
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
ENGLAND
evergreen
temperate
shore washed,gulf stream
changeable
daily,song
four seasons long
that never last...
traditions
of the past,
its global stage
a language...
mongrel bred
left unsaid,
with reserve,
in bonded word
after Marianne Moore
Marianne Moore lawn 'BOWLS'
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when I buy pictures,
or better yet
from a book,
or see upon the internet
imagery is all to me,
colour maybe
all,that I see
frequently;undone
by impressions
abstractions eye
extract expressions..
initiate ekphrasis' cry
personalised version of M
Moore poem/style
Limerick : Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 4
Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Married a divorcee and put Church in chain
There, she said : « Me ? Married ! »
Here, she said : « Me ? Curried ! »
Free-Maisons dubbed her : Saint Marianne* Brain !
* Marianne : symbol of the French Republic
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
people say
"She is very beautiful"
"She is very sincere and honest"
"She is very trustworthy and
loving and
and never loses hope"
"she doesn't love money, but
she is good at saving money"
but I have never
like everyone else
my love, her, Marianne, like that
like other people.
Marianne Moore 'POETRY'
freed
verse
rhyme
form
JUST SAYING
ALOUD
My Angel is a woman with red hair and beautiful green eyes.
With a smile brighter then the starry skies.
My Angel gave me a great surprise.
When I found out that she's the devil in disguise.
But see, I like it and that's the good part.
Cause see, My Angel has stolen my heart.
I've fallen for her, but I'm only a man.
For I'm a sucker for a girl named Marianne!
Marianne's Poem
Marianne, I want you to know, you'll always be in my heart.
You had my heart right from the very start, and, through our ups and downs, my heart was always yours.
I love you more then words could ever express, and, I hope you can feel my love all the way up in heaven.
Marianne, you are, and, always will be my best friend, and, I hope to be able to see you again, someday
In a bleak mid-winter
just twenty-five years ago
a stranger I came to know,
this peace began to show.
In a bleak mid-winter
Jesus I came to know,
some twenty-five years ago,
shalom began to glow.
Free to be,the real me
sensitivity to show,
mid-winter, twenty-five years ago
My favourite carol (by Christina Rossetti),personalised,inspired by Debbie's contest, and after syllabic style of Marianne Moore
Silence
Light is speech. the mind
an enchanting thing
picking and choosing.
Our past becomes present
consequences.
Modesty may,might nay must
overcome envy.
Retreat propriety,
rescued by the disposition of angels
in pedantic literalism.
A distrust of merits, style &connoisseurs.
prisnmatic colours,hyphens &lines.
Nonchalance,in lieu
efforts of affection ,interacting with
apparations of splendour.
Sleep
Inspired by the works of Marianne Moore
My Heart, My Soul
You rescued me
Adrift with no center,
No anchor for my heart
No shelter for my soul
You embrace me
Love’s warm blanket
So caressing my heart
So caressing my soul
You encourage me
As lover, partner, friend
So uplifting my heart
So uplifting my soul
You love me
Like no other has
So much love in my heart
So much love in my soul
You are truly My heart, My soul
TLR
For my Love Marianne
Budapest April 19, 2019
without a rocking-chair in sight
ol' Tam or Tom rules the roost
guarding henhouse since the fox lit out
and the door fell off its hinges
'n' all the hens cackle nervously about
wondering what tale to tell will
Felis catus softly howl tonight
to lull them nestling to defenseless
© Goode Guy 2013-08-05
for Marianne McKee's print
for the Charles Taylor Arts Center
ekphrastic poetry event 2013-08-11
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken
Marianne (werefkin)
a self portrait
to look back on-
from days long gone
Croupier (de la tour)
bonne chance
in love perchance
Georgia
on my mind
in close-up art
of abstract flower parts
Cookmaid
Bacon's simple scullery maid
with all her beauty displayed
Shrimp girl
another arrow to his quiver
hogarth's lass near the river
Flora (kaulbach)
here+there,flowers everywhere
except,in her hair
see related cartoons at www.portrait-
profiles.blogspot.com
Love story in 25 words
By Moonbeam
Note: This is not a poem by WinkofHeart (aka Brett Somers)
I'm posting this poem for a friend of mine, Marianne Walther aka Moonbeam to help her share her voice with the world. Please comment on this poem encouraging her to open her own PoetrySoup account.
We talked for hours.
your eyes
turned my brain
into hot pudding.
you left me only
your voice by telephone.
then nothing......
only hot pudding.