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Marie Harrison Poem
Mardi Gras
Ever since the flames licked
my fair pink burning flesh,
nothing in my life has remained the same.
I had to go back in to
save my little brother Chris.
Life without him would kill me,
besides myself I would forever blame.
Even though it’s been ten years,
my face still feels the pain.
Having to go through high school
with a scarred face is just lame.
I’ve got the body of a goddess;
I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down,
but the hideous burn scars
on my face have remained.
Months after the accident
weeks before school started,
a knock at my door came.
An anonymous donor sent a box
full of beautifully hand decorated
Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady,
that’s the day I got my new name.
Each month a new box of masks
would arrive and I would wear everyone.
I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady.
Mardi Gras was my fame.
One night a mysterious white box appeared,
inside rested the most unique and intricately
adorned mask of all. It was a pure white mask adorned
with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white
dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.
White is normally considered lame
but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.
Inside the box was also an
invitation, asking me to attend
the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.
I couldn’t believe it! All along it was
my handsome next door neighbor and
Chris' best friend, who had been sending
the ornate masks to me. He was my hero now,
my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..
Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed
to like me too. I always knew he had
a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent.
I rushed over to his house where he was playing
with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.
I hugged him and told him that
I would love to go with him to the prom.
Just between you and me,
Lane and I will always be the
masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras
and forever in love we will reign.
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Marie Harrison Poem
All For A Klondike Bar!
I would sail the mighty blue sea,
Tame a puffy green dragon to flip like a flea,
With the Queen have tea and crumpets dressed as a drag queen,
Run the Boston Marathon without wearing a thing,
Ride a hundred camels through downtown Miami,
Become the pink bottle Genie,
Drive across the US in mobile hot dog wienie.
Wear an itsy bitsy bikini on TV,
all with the hopes of biting into a cold crisp,
creamy Klondike bar!
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Marie Harrison Poem
I Cried
We danced and kissed under the stars all night
When we parted ways I cried
Our last kiss on this earth
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Marie Harrison Poem
Bikini
Too much fun to wear!
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Marie Harrison Poem
My Pink Angel's
Long reed leg's sun dance;
exotic pink angel's stance,
sweet pink flamingo.
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Marie Harrison Poem
Last Minute Halloween Costume
Toilet paper wraps;
Costs less to dress as mummy,
Mom thinks it’s funny!
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Marie Harrison Poem
Pegasus
White horned horse flies high;
He spreads his wings wide to fly,
Zeus is his captain.
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Marie Harrison Poem
The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to
Those we leave
We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated
Why do we choose to abuse others
For the color of their skin?
Why do we think that only
Our own color should win?
We’re all the same underneath
We all deserve peace
When we lay down to sleep
Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character
Is how he treats his fellow Man.
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Marie Harrison Poem
My Handsome King
Your royal palms gently wave
at me each time I see you,
I have to blush
each time they do.
Your sugar white beaches moan
for my feet to greet
them each time we meet.
My feet move to the beat
of salsa when they
remember you.
Your gentle breezes caress my
hour glass hips each
time I run to you.
They rock me like a baby
when I sail over
your bright
blue waters.
Your bright moonbeams create
a halo around my head
as I shake my long golden
hair to say hello to you.
They dance around like a drunken
gypsy with the sparkly stars
up above as I take my
midnight stroll with you.
Your regal art deco
buildings of pastel
stand at attention,
every time I dream
of your streets of gold.
Your sun's rays of warm
glory tickle my
bare breasts gently
as I rest my body on the
safety of your
heavenly sands.
I humbly bow my
head to you with honor,
for your sweet
whispers of hospitality
have overtaken me,
my Majestic King
of the South Beaches.
Miami, you are my
handsome, winter friend.
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Marie Harrison Poem
Bubbles
Spirits uplift
Appears shapely perfect
Her coy giggles are contagious
Nickname
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