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Bebe Marlini Poem
Your hair
Is the envy of the autumn sun
It holds winter close
Your lonely eyes
Map the secrets of Venice
Behind a carnival mask
Your ears
Are vessels to your heart
Where armies invade
Your cheeks
Are like ocean tides
Shifting with the moon
Your lips
Are polished flowers
Sprouting from melted concrete
Your face is like my own
Too much so
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She strikes a chord
With many, mostly fear
For a decade now or so
She grown a foot a year
She lacks the gift of
Sound and fair sight
How amusing it must be
To cause such a fright
Bring her a furry friend
And you’ll make her day
Beastly, I suppose but who
Likes squeaky creatures anyway
Yes, she comes to me in the night
Truth is, it’s become the norm
Not because she finds me tasty
But because she finds me warm
Pick a pet contest
July 7/11
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Go on, put pencil to paper
Coordinate mouth and mind
Leave it not ‘til later
Lest this heart ascend
In the meantime
Remember the bruise
That smiled
And the laugh that cried
Every aching moment compiled
Every tear soon to dry
How simple it should be
To express the soul
In tune or ink
I should hope it isn’t only me
Too suffocated to think
Mediocrity poisons the mind
And paralyzes the hands
Unyielding, this thing called time
The ambiguous notion, made by man
Despite objection
The moments tick by
Breath by breath
It leaves me
Tremors melt in soft sighs
The pen is idle
Inspiration flees
Hands sit less than steady
The ceiling holds a blank stare
My brain has grown thick and heavy
And still, my page is bare
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