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Violet Magee Poem
Stripped of paint and any varnish
Most likely off tune, but how would we know
Singing a song for the hundredth time
I’ll bet you’ve never heard it.
This is a poem for my old school’s piano
The place that was once Saint James
We’d stand on the stage
And sing our hearts away
ANd hit eachother with multi colored tubing
You think I don’t remember you
From back when you couldn’t play Bach
You’d be mistaken, my old friend
Even if you forgot
Copyright © Violet Magee | Year Posted 2017
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Violet Magee Poem
Who is Sadie Hawkins?
Why is she so famous?
All about the girls ask boys
In conversation between us.
I wonder what it would be
To have my name remembered instead of me.
Of course no one in their right mind would ever.
Call a social even Violet J. Magee.
Copyright © Violet Magee | Year Posted 2018
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Violet Magee Poem
Edgar stopped to wait for death
Death stopped for poor Emily
And though I like both their poems
Death isn’t gonna catch me.
Copyright © Violet Magee | Year Posted 2018
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Violet Magee Poem
Why do you write?
Says the boy in the sweatshirt
What will you write?
Asks the woman on the stage
How will you live?
Asks the sensible man
Will you be famous?
Asks the child again.
Do not ask, I do not know
Thank you for your interest, though.
Copyright © Violet Magee | Year Posted 2018
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Violet Magee Poem
I found a broken heart
Left in an attic kept dark
Covered in dust and in pieces.
The owner must have never had peace.
They must have given snippets
To anyone who asked,
Must have trusted liars,
And scary men in masks.
Must have seen the skeletons
And then asked them to dance.
I scoff at their decisions
Only then to find,
The broken heart in your attic
Looks frighteningly like mine..
Copyright © Violet Magee | Year Posted 2018
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Violet Magee Poem
Let the music play
I’ll sit here and wait
For a failing grade
Each passing day
Or an evacuation slip
Before May the 5th
Let the music play
I’ll sit here and wait
Because there’s nothing I can do
I’m stretched out up on a loom
People weaving into me
The things they want to see
And when I snap, then I am useless
Let the music play
For one more day
Before I can’t afford
Another word to say
Let the music play
Before I’m embarrassed
Forced to fail for circumstances
That I cannot control
Let the music play
I cannot face the day.
Copyright © Violet Magee | Year Posted 2019
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