"marsha" poems
By Arcassin Burnham
"~Snuggling~"
Marsha Ambrosius smell,
Wait!! How I do I know how she smells?
Well nevermind,
So mixed with wasting our time,
Of blabbering on how beautiful you look,
When we should be snuggling under the stars,
They took,
A lot away from you and me,
Sacrifice so much for you and me,
Please leave without bad memories,
If I die would you cry,
Would you plead,
I'm just waiting for a little bliss,
Waiting for a sincere beautiful atmosphere,
Waiting for affection,
Waiting for a kiss,
I plead........
"K.O.C.A"
.... To be your rock,
When you need someone to lean on,
My heart is made of stone,
Aside from feelings that can't be shown,
But I won't say leave me alone,
Truthfully a life without you,
Is a crisis,
So please don't leave me gone,
We play childishly,
But when we make the sweetest love,
I'm indebted to your open casualties,
As tender as a prime cooked rib,
Show it out of me,
The feelings that I give,
I would die without you,
Baby I wanna live,
I'm too young to die,
You are too,
So why don't we die together,
Let the flowers bloom.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
"Who ****** Marsha Brady?" "I," said the Sparrow
"With my bow and arrow, I ****** Marsha Brady"
"Who saw him **** "I," said the Fly
"With my little eye, I saw him ****
"Who caught his *** "I," said the Fish
"With my little dish, I caught his ***
"Who'll make the movie?" "I", said the Beetle
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the movie"
"Who'll make his advert?" "I," said the Owl
"With my pick and shovel, I'll make his advert"
"Who'll be the screenwriter?" "I," said the Rook
"With my little book, I'll be the screenwriter"
"Who'll be the cameraman?" "I," said the Lark
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the cameraman"
"Who'll carry the camera?" "I," said the Linnet
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the camera"
"Who'll be chief editor?" "I," said the Dove
"I **** for my love, I'll be chief editor."
"Who'll carry the actors?" "I," said the Kite
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the actors"
"Who'll bare it all? "We," said the Wren
"Both the **** and the hen, we'll bare it all."
"Who'll sing a song?" "I," said the Thrush
"As she ate on a mush, I'll sing a song"
"Who'll make him *** "I," said the bull
"Because I can pull, I'll make him ***
All the crew of the film, fell a-sighing and a-sobbing
When they witnessed the ******** yell, from poor Marsha Brady.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC
#5 | 31 Poems for August 2016
I’m catching feelings, hope you don’t leave and go catch airplanes.
When the universe aligned, our paths and hearts were destined to collide.
You still give my comfort zone endless earthquakes; I wonder how much that is on the Richter scale.
Let me love you unconditionally regardless of how ugly your truths are.
In a sky full of constellations, you know that you’ll always be my favourite star.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s winter or summer, when you are the breeze I can never forget to breathe.
I’ve been digging the soles of my shoes into the ground just to keep myself steady and balanced.
I stood in the rain patiently awaiting your arrival but then, I eventually realised that you were the rain.
Looking forward to the day where your body and mine finally merge into one.
The day when we finally find home and we never ever feel alone because love is all around.
The day when we are able to look back at all the greatness we have both become.
Look me in my starry eyes and tell me that everything will be okay.
I can’t give you the world but I pray that you stay for more than just another day.
I’m Lonnie Lynn with the poetry, Marsha and Natalie with the Floetry.
So all you got to do is say yes if the question is, “Will you be mine from this day onwards?”
I don’t have much but I have you and with God on my side, how can I lose?
When the universe aligned, our paths and hearts were destined to collide.
I’m catching feelings, hope you don’t leave and go catch airplanes because my heart is really growing fond of you.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Not my stop, but
I take your hand
still the thought of
pull you with me
leaving makes my
kiss you fiercely
heart feel hot – to cross
together
beneath the buzzing light,
escaping
silently into this crisp night.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
Outdoor life is oppressive in this city of the plains.
Dawn shines weakly on those few below.
Hot and humid will be here soon.
Marsha stumbles to the bathroom.
One last test: mid-stream *** into the container.
Still positive.
Dr Screwell's services are much sought after.
His fragrant personal assistant cannot always guarantee
a timely consultation; Marsha was one of the lucky ones.
Shower, dress carefully — understated elegance is what's wanted.
Breakfast without savor.
Prepare for the visit. No drama;
just a preliminary informal discussion, you know.
Marsha walks from street to street, distracted.
No use now saying "I wish ...".
Two alternatives, both unacceptable.
Who can she approach for guidance?
Herself, only.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
The Girl I Mean To Be Lyrics
"The Girl I Mean To Be" was written by Levine Lucy Simon; Norman Marsha.
I need a place where I can go
Where I can whisper what I know
Where I can whisper who I like
And where I go to see them
I need a place where I can hide
Where no one sees my life inside
Where I can make my plans and write them down
So I can read them
A place where I can bid my heart be still
And it will mind me
A place where I can go when I am lost
And there I will find me
I need a place to spend the day
Where no one says to go or stay
Where I can take my pen and draw
The girl I mean to be
SONGWRITERS
LEVINE LUCY SIMON; NORMAN MARSHA
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
I wrote the song when I had no voice.
Made the decision when I had no choice.
Played the music when I had no hands.
Danced along when I could not stand.
Wrote the words when I was confused.
And wasn't looking when I heard my muse.
The lyrics now are the final thing.
So we will wait to hear Marsha sing.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
How Could I Ever Know Lyrics
"How Could I Ever Know" was written by Marsha Norman;lucy Simon.
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How could I know I would have to leave you?
How could I know I would hurt you so?
You were the one I was born to love
Oh, how could I ever know?
How could I ever know?
How can I say to go on without me?
How, when I know you still need me so?
How can I say not to dream about me?
How could I ever know?
How could I ever know?
Forgive me, can you forgive me?
And hold me in your heart
And find some new way to love me
Now that we're apart?
How could I know I would never hold you?
Never again in this world
But oh, sure as you breathe I am there inside you
How could I ever know?
How could I ever know?
How can I hope to go on without you?
How can I know where you'd have me go?
How can I bear not to dream about you?
Oh, how can I let you go?
How could I ever know?
All I need is there in the garden
All I would ask is care for the child of our love
Come, go with me, safe I will keep you
Where you would lead me, there I would
There I would, there we would, there we will go
Oh! How could I know?
Tell me how could I know?
Never to know you would ever leave me
How could we ever know?
How could we know?
How could I ever know?
Songwriters
Marsha Norman;Lucy Simon
v
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
Like things,
say,
small caught kiss,
watch lilacs sing,
Forget.
Told break,
make hymns,
Know. Die.
Wet soft green
stops eyes.
Grass hands.
Yes.
Best.
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 4:06 AM UTC
I need a place where I can go
Where I can whisper what I know
Where I can whisper who I like
And where I go to see them
I need a place where I can hide
Where no one sees my life inside
Where I can make my plans and write them down
So I can read them
A place where I can bid my heart be still
And it will mind me
A place where I can go when I am lost
And there I will find me
I need a place to spend the day
Where no one says to go or stay
Where I can take my pen and draw
The girl I mean to be
Songwriters
Levine Lucy Simon; Norman Marsha
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
If you have to deceive and weave at KLCC a lie,
CCB it seems quite clearly queer?
For I a wombless woman shed no monthly blood,
A graceless mother mary, devoid of long enough hair,
"click clack" sounds draw eyes of jagas and makciks to stare,
Looks like the loudest color is blue
For murmurs and whispers make it seem queer,
That id let vampiric brastraps brand me as they drink my blood,
A silent gap beneath my beneaths;here be nothing but hair,
a masquerade designed to stop or lessen the gradient of stares,
This is to stop me from turning blue,
choked/drowned/beaten : price of the lie
the penalty of a razor blade slices skin shedding tears of blood,
Streaking down legs and pits,for the sake of the lie,
Maybe i **** at shaving AHAHAH or maybe im not queer (after all),
For i am a mask;in heels blue,
a formless being; marked by long hair
yet formed enough to elicit stares
As mascara and eyeliner streak across face,yonder disheveled hair,
Calls "kopi O s
panas anneh" in baritone voice amidst stares,
The heels click,ocean blue,
Color of the body in these fears derived from commonality:drained of blood,
Tis no pontianak nor hantu raya,but tis is I, an antromorphised lie,
The mask that bends and folds to the will of anachronistic archaic norms that i shouldn't be queer
I live in fear, bounded by a 1000 eyed wall that stares,
A whispering congregation, "Ah gua? Bapok, Gay, ****** as these words stream around me, a river blue,
This blows as I don't like to fib, ( im Catholic u see) so i won't lie,
I AM NOT A BOY BUT IM A GIRL WHO'S QUEER
the length of hair gender markers none as it's just ******* hair
A woman I am; hear me roar; in my heels blue,
Locks; flowing lusciously; binding one norm: gender =/= length of hair,
Empowerment is built upon this premise: 'what me worry,what me care, go to hell with your stares",
I'm no Marsha I'm no Slyvia i wont lie,
But one things for certain : " im here and im queer"
Bruises and burns bear no marks for there is no spilt blood
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
My dear, you had me long ago,
sly wanton that you are,
your words awoke my lover's heart:
cut deep, yet left no scar.
Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 10:12 AM UTC