I will pronounce your name, Mary,
I will declaim you, Mary!
Mary, your name is as mild as cinnamon, the Fragrance in which the lemon grove sleeps.
Mary, your love is note fragrant than wine;
Fragrant is the scent of your perfume.
Your name alone is like perfume poured out.
Oh! Why wouldn't I pronounce your name?
How beautiful you are, my dearest, inamorata
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OH, golden-lilied Queen—immortal France!
Thou heritress of storied name and deed,
As thou hast pluck’d, so oft, from cumb’ring weed
The fragrant flow’rs of Freedom and Romance,
So shalt thou seize to-day the fateful chance
That comes to thee in this thy hour of need,
When once again thy sacred frontiers bleed
Beneath the thrust of the Invader’s lance.
For, with the hour, hath also come again
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Smile Cinderella
The high prince is coming soon
when stars dance with moon
There's yet magic to be found
so cast off those lonesome blues
Destined for dancing
in your dazzling glass slippers
Hearts were made for love
at the hour they feel magic
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An African drum throbs from a distance.
It is heyday and there is rejoicing.
But ululations surround me suddenly, and tensions
Climb gently the steps of a dancing heaven.
As my lobes grow softer and my hair stands
On the grounds of love,
I sense the throbs on my hollow soul,
Near, yet so far, for the wretched wench
Whose sweet eyes I have descried yonder.
MAMIE beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana
town and dreamed of romance and big things off
somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran.
She could see the smoke of the engines get lost down
where the streaks of steel flashed in the sun and
when the newspapers came in on the morning mail
she knew there was a big Chicago far off, where all
the trains ran.
She got tired of the barber shop boys and the post office
chatter and the church gossip and the old pieces the
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Love to be found
Never looking time and sound.
My eyes show me roses
As well as thorns.
They bring forth the fields
Yet my conscious refuses
To conspire the rain.
Love to sense to feel to watch
Yet it brought me to heel.
Love so hard to attain the dream
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Fall smoked hard in the breath of
Winter upon the astuteness of 2013.
Grey smog and chartered tricolour petals
Charged upon pulses, white and condensed,
Like the bravura of a possessed singer.
And the looseness of frazzled harmony belched
With the sputum of fired beer.
A belle raced in her Renault 12 to the rail station,
Reeking of hurtled love, for her pet's conveyance
To the grey mercy...
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The fire burning within,
of a once romanticized night.
The machete now lies in my palm.
The glistening of oozing red,
slick as the night’s rain,
Only to wash away,
the sin.
The hour resides, the cold shower,
to cleanse the heart,
and it sits on my shelf.
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There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
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Dear diary, 09/03/2024 ~Lacy~
Today I walked into class.
My hands were shaking and palms sweaty.
I don’t know these people.
what if I do somthing stupid.
what if they hate me.
what if i’m ugly.
I sat down in an empty chair and pulled out my workbook.
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