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Marian Marcus-James Poem
Great minds think alike; I'm not your servant, I'm your wife.
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You underestimate me all the time, all the time
But I will not let you send me out of my mind
because you don’t have a clue.
You are like a empty seashell laying on the seashore waiting for the sand to fill up in you.
You have no thoughts of your own concerning me,
You don’t believe what you see.
But you believe what you hear about me,
the unscrupulous lies that others have told about me.
Why, because they want to make themselves look better than me.
So if that is the case then why, why, why,
do you even bother trying to get to know me.
If all you are going to do is believe what others have told you
Are you to blind to see that you are being deceived no, no, no not by me. The truth is
only a mystery to you.
But when you look at me you should see Truth.
When you look at me you should see love,
When you look at me you should see possibilities that have not been roped around something
that has been manufactured from some unknown origin.
Don’t you want to think for yourself?
Not while lying in a hot tub with the steam seeping into your pores.
But when you are confronted by the evil
Evil spirits that are attacking you concerning me from all different angles. Then you
should be a man or be a woman and shout
STOP, STOP IT, I HAVE HEARD ENOUGH.
Because your words are like poisonous toxin venomous contaminated spit in my ears.
By: Marian Elise Marcus-James
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Contest: Brotherly Love
May 19,2011
These precious blessings FROM ABOVE that translate into love,
will fill your life with true gratification as they grow in this world.
Nurture the time and enjoy every hour, minute, second of this
bond of brotherly love.
Siblings will argue and fight, but this is part of the passage of rite.
As a parent you must teach them to love and create special memories that fit like a glove.
By: Marian Elise Marcus-James
TO GOD BE THE GLORY
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POVERTY is a serious issue, but guess what "I STILL MISS YOU"!!!!!!!
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You are the cream in my dream, you inspire my desire.
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I conquered all my invisible, singing and dancing temptations, except CHOCOLATE!!!!!!
By: Marian Elise Marcus-James
Contest: One Amazing Line
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Hold me in the morning, while we pray about our dawning.
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I love you, and I love you, and I love you, I love, love you......
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I bathe in the sun glass alley, there is a vision of smoke.
My temperature rises and I am a torch.
I am a rectal being full of philosophical gestures that are quite moral.
I hesitate and I grab my purse full of unrecognizable clutter.
I will not stand on a line full of victims that have transformed into followers.
From birth the eyes are closed and does not understand what really
matters. People enjoy preying on what they think is innocent, they
prey on the meek souls. But as for me I radiate my existence no one
can see through me. They try to figure out what I am eating to look
like me. No one really knows that am just standing behind the scenes
waiting to make my entrance. This will happen all to soon and I will
be about me, this is not a selfish gesture, not one of conceit. This is a
mighty call, that will set the captives free.
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A Tribute To Myself
On a daily, daily basis, I have placed myself in alignment to love myself.
It is a daily struggle that is a collaboration of all the other things I have to do.
So I tell myself you are worthy, beautiful, blessed, ingenious so on and so forth and that
God has plans especially for you. These plans are special, because I am the navigator
the captain that is in charge.
What am I doing? I am paying tribute to myself for the person that I am, will be and have
been in the past. I pay homage to myself a docile being, waiting to be gift wrapped with
excitement. Today will be my day, the special day.
It contains no humiliation, no forest before the trees.
Only me my beautiful formation that everyone wants to see, be and take part of. I liken
to myself like no other has before.
This a tribute to myself, will go on as it has before.
It brings with it the tenacity of truth, which warrants victory.
As it should, and as I drink, drink this concoction that I created each morning of
fresh rosemary, ginger and green tea all the things that are good for me.
I chant to myself " God thank you for the strength of just being able to make it through
the day".
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