Melvina Germain Poems

Fever burns the inner sanctum of the brain,
allowing an enormous strain among
the nerves within. To creep among the
vessels of ceremonious culture,
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Waiting patiently a quarter to one,
we heard the whistle blow.
I looked at the others, took deep breaths,
it’s almost time to go.
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Someone who has
a hole
in their soul.
Seeking attention
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She is my life, she is my lady,
I do my best to visit her daily.
She doesn’t have awesome lips,
or gorgeous swaying voluptuous hips.
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There was something strange going on in the house.
Everyone seemed quiet as a mouse.

I was a little uneasy walking through the living room
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A work of art is not shown here,
yard created by queen of despair.
She rules the insane in great capacity.
Fearful as it were, her tenacity.
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Just past midnight in a hospital room
Tired, weak wondering if my time was coming soon.
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Sing me a song of glory,
tell me an old fashioned story.
Sing of hard times, sad times true,
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It was a rather quiet day, I had a few things to do in order to prepare
for tonight’s jewelry party. I started out to get my
errands done, giving myself enough time to get home to start the
preparations for the event. I made a list, had everything in order,
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Pregnant again she confides in a friend.
No where to go, no one will take her in.
Walking the streets in the dark of night.
Hiding in alleys, trying to stay out of sight.
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