Short Martha Poems

The small print on my facecloth said Marth Stewart.
-But I knew what it meant-...

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Lightly armed and uncommitted
—the question always turns to why

(Martha Brown’s Woods: January, 2021)...

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Hunter Captured

                                   Martha captured Tony

                                      Hunter Captured...

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Martha made apple crumble
As she took it from the oven she stumbled
Martha was mad
I am so glad
No-one could hear what she mumbled...

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Restfulness was for the body's good, 
bright and lively are the roses;
my aria has powerful tones! 
Martha smiles, today she's dressed in red;
she invites me in to taste her sweet bread!...

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Arthur

I recall my poor uncle Arthur
sitting on the stoop drinking vodka.
Aunt Martha pulled a shiv;
said he just couldn’t live,
then she boiled his cirrhotic liver

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins...

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My Great Grandmothers Funeral in England
Her name: Martha Franklin 

I am half and half
Half of my roots come from England
The other half American

Blending them together I am Eng-Glow-Amer...

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Mama Martha at Maranatha 

had been a mama
would go to Maranatha
they called her Martha

Was Martha middle name 
of Rosalyn Carter?

when we ate manna 
in shape of bannana
was in Montana...

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Martha Jane Cannary,
For her time was quite contrary.
A hard drinking, sharp shootin' gal,
Who dressed like a man and whose language was foul.

7/24/21
For Brian Strand's July 24 Poetry Contest...

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Below is the beauty Martha June
Who died much much too soon
She was a great lover no doubt
Until her husband found out

An Epitaph to Make Us Laugh Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
4/11/19...

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Farming
Life, Martha mills
took over. Industry
certain pay check, minimum wage
People could do an honest days hard work
to feed their families. Prosper
and grow mill town, before
the certain END...
Farming...

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The bark of eternity,
an armoring sure

An oak or a maple,
their majesty pure

Below their dark cover,
time circles in rings

Where destiny spirals
—as residents sing

(Martha Brown’s Woods: March, 2021)...

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To become what you look at,
to say what you know

Your eyes to retract,
your wisdom to grow

To live by a credo, 
to die only once

Your soul to take flight
—your spirit to hunt

(Martha Browns Woods: March, 2021)...

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Here lies pretty Martha Anne McBanes
She never sang verses, only refrains
While attempting to whistle,
Pricked her chin on a thistle
And died of an infection in her brain.

written March 3, 2022...

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There once was a domestic diva named Stewart,
Who started a decorating empire and grew it.
It seems everthing she touched turned to gold,
Until she fell victim to that adage of old;
She succumbed to greed and promptly blew it....

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the most moving thing
all about a moving thing
is has been moving

Green Swamp am near to
that swiftly did drive through
wrote poem that came true

remembered Martha   
always preferred Obama
to overcome trauma

Horn Haiku...

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Martha a timid kitty, dressed like witch
After all cats arrived turned off the switch
Looking at self felt witch was near
Screamed and fainted in utter fear
She spent her night in bed, Oh! What a hitch.

Date: 10/22/2020
Syllabus count 8 and 10 checked at poetry soup syllabus counter
Won second rank in contest...

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’Twas Martha, not Mary, quite contrary
When asked just how the vineyard grows.
A sanctuary from the world;
that’s what we really meant, you know.
Methinks latinx* can visit here
To trim the vines so merry.
Our food’s divine, just watch the time,
And catch the evening ferry.


*rhymes with methinks, methinks :-)...

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Our hostess had creamed cheese in pea pods.
I loved it!
And jalapeno jelly in wonton wraps.
I love jalapeno. 
I made a pig of myself.
Snorting and chomping.
Squealing with hog gusto.
She brought out strawberry turkey salads.
She’s like Martha Stewart, my friend suggested.
Except she has probably never been in jail, I replied.
Jealous of both of them....

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An Eighth of a Lemon


For Martha in the early years
life was recess, nothing more.
She knelt on asphalt,
quartered oranges for kittens
who never lost stringed mittens,
whose London Bridges
never fell down.
For Martha now,
life’s Parkview Manor
where a woman in white,
three times a day, bleeds
an eighth of a lemon into her tea.


Donal Mahoney...

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My dog had a flea infestation and we gave her a flea bath and all the fleas ran up her 
tail to high ground. Me and my son were laughing about the fleas saying --there was 
no rain in the forecast...where did the hurricaine come from?? run to high 
ground...hang on martha!! We lost junior, hang on everyone!! bluup bluup bluup 
swirling down the drain--iiiiieeeeee!...

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Martha was busy with food to prepare
as Mary sat so intently aware
     while Jesus was teaching,
     with Martha beseeching,
“Tell her to help me, this labour to share."

Jesus responded, “Martha you worry,
you busy about all in a flurry.
     Mary's offering praise
     with devotional gaze.
She's chosen aright. Abandon the hurry.”

Luke 10.38-42...

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Martha, my dear,
	I’m a loser. Everybody’s trying to be my baby. Help! Every little thing, in 
my life, tomorrow never knows. Tell me what you see. Don’t pass me by. It’s all 
too much. All you need is love. I want you. Come together, let it be. Oh! Darling, 
Here comes the sun. I want to tell you, here, there and everywhere, if I needed 
someone, I need you.

From me to you,
Mr Moonlight


(All Beatles Titles)...

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Close your eyes and good night
Really!!
I can’t even close my eyes for five minutes,
much less all night.

And rock-a-bye baby! 
     With a bottle of Vodka maybe

Close your eyes and sleep tight
For reals?
Try sleeping tight through more
crying than Martha Stewart
     at a Stock market crash

Close your eyes, rest your head
Sure
But good grief, not in my bed!
I’m tired!

Celebrating mothers everywhere!...

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Don't anyone on this flatter
Nor leave the matter to Martha.
To her it might mean 'No matter'
While it's one that could things batter.

Long-built relationships scatter,
When challenged lips simply mutter
Once clean lives in foulest gutter,
Quiet room source of loud clatter.

Each time, I awake this matter,
Fears of waiting ruin get fatter:
I glimpse feet and hear their patter.
As they inch closer, blood-spatter...

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