Kevin Maroney Poems

Whine, whine, pine and whimper
You'd take my shirt and all but my zipper.

Like little babes, they bleat their charms
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Your eyes are softer in twine with mine,
How, ever, I wish to meld with thine.
Even two are better than one soul,
but what an impediment causes me such sorrow!
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In a furnace, forged is my new love to be,
Fire start, and turned on such a lee,
A boat does past, and with her icy gaze,
Sink it does, as bow to give her praise.
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Ah what a view could I see,
If only standing on other vaulted lee.
Across the grand buzzing sea,
all across it share in humanity.
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Pride itself, overwrought
Finds it self over caught
In a web of self-repention.
It must pay.
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What if I died,
would anyone care,
would anyone give a fig or a hair?
Would their locks roam on a shake of sight,
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Who wouldn't pass a cynical laugh
now and then, given enough sass,
An opportunity to base it half,
it's value in a manner most crass.
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Once I was smiling in a carefree kind of way,
walking everywhere, with everyone, on every day.
Then I saw a stormcloud which blew me every way,
so now I'm scared of everywhere, every single day.
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Sweeping ocean, you see me so true,
with your wonderful vista and panopalytic view.
Indeed, I wish I'd been like your fish,
to leap in and out in great joy.
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Your hard exterior belies a deeper grace,
hidden by even softer, oft silly face.
Your wings of justice open wide easy to the sky,
even when beaten back, you never harden to cry.
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