Amy Marie Poems

Bliss is the one on a swing
Who feels her years breeze by.
She creates the sound of a bell
And doesn't even try.
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Cheap and charming items
Settle on the numerous tables
Of my grandparents' customary yard sale.
Bugs visit them all on this hot but vital weekend.
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It started out as a repressed passion
All it took was some hotel action
That day there was much to be done
The day I didn't know of things to come
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The shark called Passion
Loves me.
She
Lets her snowy fin of fun
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Like an alley
The street hides between
Trees of brown rattling leaves
In the daring depths of dark.
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The lovely terrific ground
Wears a paved path

And a glamorous glow:
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Waiting
Wanting
And waiting some more.
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You...hanging and littering the sky...
Elongate your hot orange marmalade-colored arm.

Witnessing clouds exalt your presence...
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A soft sun rose inside my glee –
Promising dawn and ecstacy –
Only because he sang my song.
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