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Maureen Mcgreavy Pigeon Tart Poem
They'll have you believe she was lost to the sea,
But the moon would beg to differ.
She was always lost,
Always looking for which way to go.
Or was that always looking for where she came from?
The moon couldn't really tell coming from going;
To a celestial body both look pretty much the same.
She wanted to be found asserts the moon.
Or was that to be seen?
She had confided at every turn,
Every phase,
I see you,
Do you see me?
I am but a sliver today, how about you?
A crescent, that's exactly how I'm feeling too!
I see you,
Do you see me?
No, not this moonless night;
I don't see myself either.
I see you,
Do you see me?
I see you.
I know you see me too.
You are the full that fills me.
She was not lost to the sea insists the moon.
It was not the sea that swallowed her
But my reflection.
18.01.03
Composed for Gregory R Barden's
Water and Sky
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I am the weed
Nestled
In a crack in the pavement
Dismantling concrete
Crumbling foundations
In this man made world
Rooted in the earth
Despite the city
I am the seed
11/05/18
Composed for Line Gauthier's
Zen Poetry Contest
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Maureen Mcgreavy Pigeon Tart Poem
"Hi Doll!"
He's been calling me that for years
I like it
Truth is I have always been a doll
My permanent smile
My open arms
I was a sweet sixteen's baby doll
her brother's too old to play with doll
a favourite doll
forgotten doll
replaced doll
A bounced off two cars rag doll
A fashion doll
possession comfort toy pretty thing on your arm with
eyes that roll doll
Not real
not taken seriously doll
A spinning three faced porcelain
cracked and chipped with rocks and scissors
paper doll
fragile doll
disfigured doll
tearing out my stuffing
losing my head
broken doll
A doll
like any other doll
that just wants to be held.
17.08.28
Composed for Gregory R Barden's
"The Poet's Own" Contest
1st Place (thank you Greg!)
Submitted to Julia Ward's
"Your Favorite Poem Of August 2017" Premiere Contest
1st Place (thank you Julia!)
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My precious chimney swift
Envy alone
Has named you so mundane
Tethered to the slightest pause
Amid your life upon the wing
Describing you as drab
Cigar shaped
And flying like a bat
While within me
Your beauty burns
And I thank you so for that
For from my human complications
The conditions of my sin
You do so delightfully
Delightfully distract.
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Asteroid
You were out of this world
named for the Perseids
the meteor
that exploded in two striking the blue
between the sun and the moon
the massive spark an exclamation mark
that punctuated perfectly my
“hey we’re going to see some awesome...”
fireworks tonight and
a week later
Gravity
led me to you
all arctic and wolfy
all wild and white
a firecracker alright
You were out of this world
a brilliant light in my life for
fourteen years
Graced
after you died
I learned a meteor
had streaked
that very same sky
the same day
my gift from the heavens
the heavens reclaimed
Asteroid 2000-2014
8.13.2020
Composed for Constance La France’s
All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest
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Idyllically Odylically Odd I Be
Such is my nature
It is who I be
In an unnatural world
Flapping upstream
I am ruled by the Ods
Not this man made dream
Not a slave to the sway of society
Long labelled weird but "in a nice way"
I am apparently odd
And so odd I will stay
As I find more in common
With birds and trees anyway
For like feathers and leaves I am
Swayed by the breeze
Roots in the earth
Love of nature my wings
Beauty surrounds me
I live it every day
Yes idyllic
And odd
Like a
Dodo
I be
Being an Od bird is okay with me
(even if that means going extinct)
17.05.12
Composed for Broken Wings'
Form O-Only One Contest
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There is nothing hotter than a sexy brain
A one of a kind
The bigger the better
With swagger
Nothing titillates more than stroking genius
Sending ripples through the psyche
An ignited muse invoking rapture
With inspiration and seduction
Sliding hand in hand dear
When my mind is whet
You penetrate
I quiver
9,22,17
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I am a poem popper
Poetry is the drug for me
A perpetual habit
Shared with select company
I am a poem popper
I have been since the age of three
Me and Seuss go way back
By eight hooked on Dennis Lee
I am a poem popper
Addicted to the musicality
High on wit and wisdom
Dependent on a healing property
I am a poem popper
Where this is going... Obviously
My habit led to writing
Call it manifest destiny
I am a poem popper
Poetry set my mind free
Boasting the gamut of human experience
The crux of empathy
Pop me
02/22/19
Poetry And Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
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come on crude
we're all future fossil fuel
pump me
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Out there
With her flair for chasing inspiration
She draws you in her reason
Connecting dots and constellations
Tripping
She takes you by the hand
Her world as messy as her mind
You need a guide
And as you wade through her chaff
Her heaps of half thoughts
Her every whim expressed
The only thing you know for sure is
Out there exists
Date: 11.19.2019
Contest Name: Disarray
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
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