Short Marshall Poems
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Gilding Grand Marshall
Clouds unfurl billowy masts
Banner serenades
Dreamy floats circle gawkers
Bright ensemble entertains
COLD NIGHT RAIN
numb
peril
invades me
fighting demons
as midnight appears with frozen laughter
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James Marshall Goff
LIGHTS ABOVE LAKE SUPERIOR
moonrise
pours caramel
splashing across the lake,
reflecting aurora's pining
elope
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James Marshall Goff
forces of evil
drop boulders in lake of love
pebbles expand hope
vitriolic words
appeal to lowest nature
rudderless leaders
james marshall goff
two worlds colliding contest
Impartial Marshall
When I was pulled over by a marshal
Had wanted him to be impartial
Never favorites ever playing
Always kind words saying
Before he steeped on my metatarsal.
Jim Horn
Once was a man named lefty Louie
Tried robbing corner store Oh phooey
Little did he come know
Ten sensei's Ready go
Here there nothing felt but Ka Pooey's
Tribute To
Marshall Arts
Words tremble
Crisp winds bear burdens
Summer promised, as daylight drifts away
Your heart.... singing in choirs of fading bloom
Hears not
james marshall goff
for Russell's Up In The Autumn Air contest
10/30/12
you're my solid rock
*i'll always be writing lines
real deal man of steel
my dream lover true
*i'll always be singing rhymes
about love ov e
above few lines robbed
from youth never forgotten
just as hot today
An Impartial Marshall Harsh Will Be
Moved through mountains and found a marshal;
Were immediate indications of being impartial;
A man of the law,
Worst we ever saw,
And we heard sometimes him being harsh will.
Jim Horn
Tears lost and alive
Finding hope with golden moon
Regrets I’ve left holding close
Tremble in my angst
Rising once more with your smile
Shimmering in your full moon
James Marshall Goff
What happens during a full moon contest
10/30/11
Poetry is talking in a box
With rules and locks
Over what you can say
And the way
With meter and rhyme,
Rhythm and time
To be sought
Or not.
Then why write.
I'll bite.
Oh, that was a question?
It was the best one.
by E. Marshall Evans
The machinery of life is too much
The tests, the numbers, the x-rays
You are the clown cat, Marshall, always making me smile
Your white fur, your polydactyl hands that hold mine
I hold you now, I let you go, I love you
I breathe in your last breath with you.
The wind chill is thirty-two degrees below zero in Chicago
Snow is being pushed around by plows that are burying cars
The wind off the lake is adding to our discomfort, but taxis are moving
Marshall Fields is open, and there are Christmas carolers
Gorgeous nativity scenes light up windows
• The old lady down Marshall Road
• The one they call "Satan's witch"
• The raggedy woman whose claim to fame
• Is the hex of a thousand-year itch
• A rash worse than from poison ivy
• With burns more severe than hell
• She started small with a couple of men
• Before throwingthem down a well
Whales live in the ocean
So it's pretty rare to find
A whale beached in Iowa
But it doesn’t mind
It swims in the Cedar
Takes care of the cattle
Stock breeder
Wildcat hill
Eventually, it’ll return home
Back to the plains
Iowa is all he’s ever known
The land of Ames
In Memory Of William Marshall Ferguson
Sunlight washes the building side: Beams muted by the morning chill.
Spring her breath moist sweet and quite still.
Heralds carpet the ground gaudy and upright.
Unchallenged by giants stirring in new light.
The year no longer new: The earth gathering pace.
Marshall your forces my friend begun has the race.
Tom Marshall 'ELEMENTS'
water . fire . earth . metal . wood
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I envy the poets
Who fill each line
With colorful action
Of every kind.
Who rhyme
On a dime
And open the mind's door
To so much more
Insight and thought,
Trapped and caught,
Than I ever knew was there.
It just doesn't seem fair
That I am left scribbling words
Whilst they are writing in colorful flocks of birds.
by E. Marshall Evans
Thurgood Marshall comes to mind terrorists domestic forcing an honor student to bring the family personal computer to school to hack into the families personal information corrupting files corrupting the american family the fundamental hardship of destruction of free thinkers in America never afraid of truth the highest order of law wholesome goodness compromised
Girls wonder around to collect wood,
Woman building a fire,
Men colliding flint,
Bright yellow sparks flying,
smoke as grey as ash growing,
Scorching fire rising,
Inferno fire dancing high in the sky,
men piling fresh meat on to a fire,
cold meat cooking,
Hungry villagers grabbing meat,
peoples stomach's filling,
people sleeping.
by Marshall
Marshall Dillon in Gunsmoke
Clint Eastwood as Rowdy Yates in Rawhide
Paladin Have Gun will Travel
John Wayne in bunches of westerns
the pattern was easy....
The cowboys always win
Hero wears a light hat
Villain is stuck with black hat
Indians never win
TV in the 60’s gave me new terms
Dance hall girl, sage brush, wagon train
I reminisce about the wild west I know
"There are no passengers on spaceship Earth. We are all crew"-
Marshall McLuhan
Spaceships explore the universe
On voyages light years away
Galactic wonders so diverse
Spaceships explore the universe
Where twinkle of stars intersperse
With new planets seen day by day
Spaceships explore the universe
On voyages light years away
Old Bear
As the New Year dawns
The Old Bear yawns
In his old gruff growl
That almost sounds like a howl
The new sun will rise
Piercing the skies
And the old bear shall awake
From his den at daybreak
He will stop his slumber
As he was resting like a pile of lumber
Making an appearance to life
While the hunter sneaks up with a knife
~Trevor Marshall
G-reeter
E-mploys
O-ccasional
R-egards
G-ladly
E-xpressing
W-ords
I-n
L-itterateur's
L-iterary
I-dea
A-bout
M-eaningful
L-ife's
E-ternal
W-onder
I-n
S-ublime
M-essage
A-bout
R-ighteous
S-cribe's
H-eart
A-s
L-ovely
L-ines
H-appily
A-pply
L-ord's
L-esson
Topic: Birthday of poet George William Lewis Marshall-Hall (March 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Jared, Jared he's our man, if he can't do it nobody can!
Goff found me hiding in my pity, post thanksgiving day downer
Got me running on my feet, with a cheer for the team(poetry soup)
We are shaken, never out
I let out a shout--hurray!!
Hurray! Gooo Team!!!
I was tagged by James Marshall Goff and I am tagging Jared Pickett to pass on the Holiday
pass along game. No rules--just fun.