Short Mitchell Poems

joni mitchell
hailing
big yellow taxi



posted on July 1, 2018...

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True love does not come in chariot ~ it walks until it finds its way....

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She
carry's
the landscape
around in her
head.


Ekphrasis -Charetiere by Joan Mitchell...

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Destiny

As you slam the door behind you,
Opportunities always open a new one.
Always explore them to find your destiny.

By Tina Mitchell...

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Farewell then Alf Mitchell - Or is it Warren Garnett?
Your death has us now parted.
And like Dandy Nicholls,
The nails in your coffin are now Hammered....

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Joni said…
“If I tell you what the song is about,
it won’t be about you anymore”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
‘Watching Joni Mitchell On AXS’...

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This is a poetic response to Colin Mitchell Williams's poem, Broken Back.

The opiate for the 
Mass.

A promised rebirth
Sapped the
Life
Breath
From
Beggars and Kings alike.

She died once again
And will
Continue
Dying

Death
No fiend

Romanticism,
Ibuprofen for
Broken
Backs...

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They are white, wispy things in a sky of blue. 
Many fanciful descriptions are due. 
Are they ice cream castles in the air? 
Could they be boughs of angel hair? 
How about feathered canyons everywhere? 
There is one fact I cannot deny: 
Joni Mitchell has a better imagination than I.
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I always wanted a genre

that united punk, hiphop, jazz, rockabilly, country

that united us

I want joni mitchell meets johnny cash meets the clash

I want a united front of love and culture

I want to see the genres meet

as I want to see the peoples meet

Im talking about the art that meets, unites,

and transcends....

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Thank you 

Think of me, but do not weep, I have no pain.
Dwell not for long my friends, as none of us can stay.
Your time on earth is precious, so enjoy every living day.
For my friends who really liked me, I sincerely thank you all.
But to my family who truly loved me, I thank you most of all.

By Tina Mitchell...

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Crystal dewdrop jewels pendent from leafless Hawthorne
over snowdrop pearls and early golden buds of daffodil.
A blackbird upon Sparrow, Peggy Gladys does adorn,
while morning light accentuates the name of Mitchell, Bill.
I look behind, my footsteps in the dew a path have worn,
past Throwers by the row, as well as Bunting, Jane. Stowe, Daniel....

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Hot Tea

Must be the aroma
The smell of my tea
Peach, Berry or Green
No caffeine for me
I drink to unwind
To sit and release
To calm myself down
To set my mind free
Someday to snuggle
My big cup and me
To savor the day
To sit under a tree
To read a good book
To write a love poem
A sip from my cup
Hot tea is the bomb

Patricia Mitchell-Nunn...

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Molly Mitchell made many manuscripts
and all were mighty,so full, and meaty!
Combined, they covered all the ground
and their reasoning was very sound.
Trimmed with an artisan's unique design,
they were oft delivered to the needy.
All were orderly and divine indeed,
and were never-ever weedy!
    Thank you, sweetie!



McCuen Copyright October 2008...

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I am waiting
For the colonists’ offspring
To see.

See what’s already there.
Been there decades,
hundreds and thousands of years.

Brewarrina.  Birrngi-Bream.
Condah.  Tuupuurn-Galaxis.
Bolac.  Smoked eels.

Curly Mitchell Grass.
Nodding Greenhoods.
Yam Daisy-Murnong.

Budj Bim.
World Heritage.
Right here!

Dark Emu.
Read it.
Grasp the future.

Don’t wait.
Act.
Thrive....

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Kitty, kitty in my chair,
Sitting there so debonair.

Black cat with shiny eyes,
To cross your path could be unwise.

Playful feline pounces fast,
Jump on people walking past.

Tabby teases a little mouse,
Tauntingly throughout the house.

Oh! Of cats what can I say?
They prowl at night and sleep all day.

~Virginia Mitchell


Contest; Cat Poems ~~      
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~...

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When Joni sings, “Both Sides Now”; 
it rang across the Earth on airwaves of liquid gold.  
Her crystalline voice lends its iridescence to, 
a poem of great beauty.

Canada’s child birthed integral wisdom; 
Crystalline words set to a 
lava flow of, music from her subconsciousness; 
they waltz us to dream-time and feed our dream stories;
their cocoa-smooth nectar, sweetens life, 
when Joni sings.
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Boudoirs blushing bloodline 
Adaptions; fabulous' fifth 
Element read temptations..
Theatric lines unto myself
Feline femme fatale's
That I could touch taste feel
Film noirs vivacious staged 
Lighting within facades 
Myoptic glow; across lifes 
Scripted pages felicities 
Voluptuous featured 
Production show...
Madame Margaret Mitchell 
Introducing viscerals vortexic 
Vivien Leigh; vertigo Scarlett's
Dreams; upon fascination street....

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“The End of My Pen”

Thoughts flow
Time flies
Why you looking at me
Why you seem so surprise
Are your tying to assess 
Do you need to know?
Who I am 
What I do
I’m not who you think
You can’t see from within
I am what I write and the end of my pen
Not weak
But not always strong
I write to release
What I say makes me strong 
Still looking at me
Still trying to discover
The inner me
Me from within
I am what I write and the end of my pen.

By Patricia Mitchell-Templeton...

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