grace mariner Poems

Purposeful misrepresentation of
Reality and alteration
Of the truth for
Political
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I love your hair like thick grey and white clouds in October.
I forget to breathe when you kiss me, feeling you sweep across my mouth like a lingering December wind.
I overflow like the rivers edge from your touch on my skin.
Rain has never erupted with such force!
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A sneaky snake snuck sneakily in,
moving without a sound.
His skin was sleek with some stripedy stripes,
his belly big and round.
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13 witches conjure.
13 curses cast.
13 brings misfortune,
with lies that did not last.
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Face paler than the moon,
she walks the broken fortress of granite.
They crush like old bones,
turning to dust,
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It is a relief when the shadow man comes.
He passes and is gone in the blink of an eye.
The heart craves understanding
but the mind will not comply.
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A spirit so strong it has woven a beautiful quilt.
We have all rested from life's labors under its delicate armor.
Life devoted to all but yourself.
I wonder, did you ever realize your own beauty?
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I am kept in a box,
much too small for my size.
It keeps me well hidden
from the worlds prying eyes.
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The path that goes before us,
grows shorter everyday.
To lose our fellow travelers,
is part of the price we pay.
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A beautiful jester named Jack
with Sir Rusty who wore white and black,
in his pockets would bring
bugs, rocks and some string
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