Mary Naylor Poems

See that little boat, bobbing on the sea,
Filled with refugees from Cuba, longing to be free,
The man at the helm, is looking for the shore.
Their money fills his pockets. He wants to earn more.
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An angel went walking on a stormy night.
All around him there was an aura of light.
He watched all the people that were hurrying by,
When one old man caught his eye.
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He had pumpkin ears and a pumpkin nose, pumpkin eyes and pumpkin toes, and
a pumpkin tail that rose and flowed. He was a furry, walking pumpkin
berry-so I called him, 'Strawberry.'
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Satan's dark fist scattered people like pawns.
A howling fury, it struck in the blackness before dawn.
In some raging corner of Hell, it must have been spawned.
Roofs and walls were twisted and torn. A shrieking, hollowed, horn
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The cat talks tonight.
The mountain lion stalks tonight.
The hawk sulks tonight.
But I can't stand here and gawk tonight.
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He's the Halloween Preacher
and he's comin' to town.
He says his words are holy.
He says he's a man of God,
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The rain patters with tiny crystalline taps,
on my windshield. With brittle glass
pencils it traces the image of your face,
until I see it in the beaded lace,
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In my solitude,
I have a dream of you.
Suddenly, I feel you are very near,
and my eyes fill with happy tears.
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The sun was an inflamed blister
in a feverish glowing sky.
The trees tossed deliriously, writhing
and twisting, rattling dry, rasping sighs,
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Mama in her casket
was still young and beautiful -
almost one hundred years young.
A crucifix was propped upon the lid.
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