Short Norah Poems

Bed

Plump down on the bed,
My head, heavier than before,
Follows my body,
Contently onto the bed.

My arms spread like a crucifix,
A groan escapes my lungs,
the blood-red sheets,
crushed on my bed.

A final smile and I sit up,
Norah Jones sings of new York City,
She does it so beautifully,
on my bed....

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norah jones 
writhes and moans
while making love

then quickly dresses
because time presses
there

in her other life
as mother and wife
where

husband ted 
breaks wind in bed 
after sex

as she lies still 
to his will
and thinks of this

every hour counted
until next mounted
and loved...

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My one true love was Simon,
Simple, they called him,
But one day he went to the faire
And met Norah Pieman.

Oh, that girl was clever
She enticed Simon with her wares
And stole him plum away from me.

Now they live above the bakery,
Specializing in pies of every kind,

With bread and biscuits, too....

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You shiver my ora 
With brightness that skins 
your colors love
Excitement to write and fight
Betrayal and break ups 
I never dream of might
You fiddle and blush my dimples
Shorten my nights 
see the sun gaze upon your face
Like a maize runner 
I always scotch in your eyes
Like a w 
I always feel your love twice 

PS 
Yours Me...

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You know, I think Norah Jones
might sit on my shoulder sometimes.
The lady with the simplest songs, whispers genie melodies.
and she tunes decisions-                                                                   
my childhood. 
And these seven year summer nights are different 
when I know she is there
keeping a soft beat to existence in summer....

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Hairy Nora reads the Torah from daybreak until dusk.
She’s got four different colored legs, but not a single tusk.
There’s a birdie sitting on her back that moves and sways like Elvis,
Her ears are crinkly when they’re pressed and there’s a mirror on her pelvis.
Now I’ve been almost everywhere on my old rusty bike,
But an elephant like Nora, I have never seen the like....

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