History Sweet Poems

I may be gormless
And it may be true
But just how many were there In the band?
I forgot
So I'm asking you?

Their beautiful music is a gift...

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Magical moments
By Michelle Morris
06/03/2021

Hey, honey, let's turn the radio on,
Dance in the kitchen in 
each other's arms...

The kids are asleep, 
this time right now is...

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Oh my darling 
My Sweet 
Russian Queen
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart 
Hope sewn through our seams 
In our troubled history
Lost...

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By the bank of the rousing river,
there I sat down with my lover, 
painting time with gold and silver,
hoping we would last forever.  

Christmas...

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It caught me off-guard-- my outburst of copious tears! 
For Margaret Ann Brady's heartbreak over the years :(


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In reaction to this historical fiction book:

Voyage on...

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Sweet Grace

Forgiven is grace, 
on my face, 
smiling, 
that I am free. 
Jesus, 
he loves me. 

How do I know that He is real, 
because...

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Safe from the storm
I reel in your love
gray clouds part
peeks of sunshine
rule my daytime solace.
We share a history of plenty,
Bonafide benevolence befits
our complete contemplation.
We return...

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Louis the Fifteenth, king of France,
Adored Madame du Barry.
His royal ardor was not bound
To the person he did marry.

His paramour was hard to please.
The king...

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...But times did change, the great drives stopped,
the state came and blew up the rock,
some though that Joe would now pass on,
but he still showed...

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It was a century ago
when Joe Gibbs’ rode the water’s flow,
driving logs through the river’s waves,
a young man only twenty years,
fast with a pick-pole, had...

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Leather boots 
tight black suits 
skin hot as hell 
Bone white skulls stare

At its heart
cutting sweet 
burns in between
Deep in a place 
for the pain

The...

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Oh,
My Miss Mystery
Thinking of my brain's Imaginary,
U became my darling boundary,
For this beautiful discovery,
Of My Wonderful Miss Mystery,

You are my lovely lottery,
And the sweetest Strawberry,
Not...

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don’t weep. we won’t surrender you on this dilapidated dance floor. we will reconstruct it into a sky that will not squirm. its guardian will...

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Time disorder is common in a concert meant for those who rush
one organized by adrenaline and moderated by passion
a boomerang transaction, where the receiver and...

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"A Bitter Sweet Tragedy"

   It was a typical mid-morning, on January 15 1919, on Keany Square in
 north Beantown, you could hear the...

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