"maryanne" poems
Lily Kesha Gump
Sittin' on the curb of Bronx and Main Street
How I wish I could wrap my arms around you
Sweet little lady, lookin’ grown with a picture of her mama’s stare frozen on her face
Wrists slung through the spaces of her thighs, waiting for a daydream
And she sees me as I’m twirling by in my ruby reds and thigh high leather grace
There you go darlin,
She says to me
Scoring on my indigo smile
She bites men to sleep
With the crevices of her curves
As her voice weakens wicked
she pulls me out of my gloom
There you go darlin,
She says to me
With a time bomb ticking
On my pain pain pain
And the pen is in my hand
Before she even leaves my sight
I love this city
I love these women
I love their shoes
I love their smiles
Cheeky little laughs
Someone once recommended
When I was dancing under the shades of a neon lamp
From Homeless to Harvard
by a woman named Liz or Marie
Or maybe I read the title off of a screen
when I walking with Maryanne on north Peachtree street
And I remember
Lily Kesha Gump
How I wish I could wrap my arms around you
And give you the life some white woman
who doesn’t even know you
Thinks you desire.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
Timothy,
today was supposed to be your birthday,-Dad
Timothy,
I took your place, -Maria
Timothy,
Mommy cried in the kitchen,-MaryAnne
Timothy,
Where have you been?-Mom
Timothy,
we never got to throw,-Dad
Timothy,
My life's such a waste,-Maria
Timothy,
I found your spaceship,-MaryAnne
Timothy,
Where did you go?-Mom
Timothy,
Missed your birthday,-Dad
Timothy,
Never got to use your legs,-Maria
Timothy,
Daddy says it's the farthest you've ever flown,-MaryAnne
Timothy,
I feel alone,-Mom
Timothy,
Missed your photo,-Dad
Timothy,
To walk around this whole big mess,-Maria
Timothy,
We found your spaceship,-MaryAnne
Timothy,
you're not ever going to be alone,-Mom
Timothy,
you never got to uses your head,-Dad
Timothy,
Its not what it seems,-Maria
Timothy,
Did it hurt when you hit the ground?-MaryAnne
Timothy,
I love you babe,-Mom
Timothy,
to find out what this whole world thing meant,-Dad
Timothy,
but it is,-Maria
Timothy,
Where have you been?-MaryAnne
Timothy,
Missed your photo,-Mom
Timothy,
Missed your photos,
Missed your birthday too,-Dad
Timothy,
I took your place,
Life's such a waste,-Maria
Timothy,
We found your spaceship,
Its the farthest you've ever flown,-MaryAnne
Timothy,
I cried in the kitchen to let you go,
Timothy,
Why can't you just come home?-Mom.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
*Hey i saw you today at The Mortuary.
You looked sad. Was she your mother, the brunette middle-aged woman who was crying all the time? When i saw you i felt something. I really liked you.
Your dark straight hair. Your pale face.
You're such a handsome young man.
Too bad, huh?*
I heard you died of some terrible gunshot wounds.
I died two weeks ago. My boyfriend ***** me and then buried me somewhere in the forest. God. I loved him so much. Didn't know ****** was something he could have been capable of doing.*
*They buried me in The Pinehill Woodstraw Cemetary yesterday.
I think they're going to bury you here as well. Is it today? Oh yeah my name is Halley Maryanne Byrne. I am buried next to my grandparents. Just find the Grey Gravestone with two angels on it. I like my gravestone. It's beautiful. My parents chose the best for me.*
*Okay i'll be waiting for you here.
Let's hope they're not going to bury you too far from me. I really need to talk with you and get to know you better.
See you at your funeral! I'll be there.
Oh i can't wait.*
P.S. Nice Tux!
Your new friend, Halley.
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
She lay still
Yielding, yearning
Her soft skin
Like spring
It glows
It calls
It pleads
In a lonely mime
Ivory sheets
Once white
Demanding warmth
Deep longing
Serenading
Like a dry land
Waiting
I watch
I feel
I crave
Savage desire
Pulsating like anger
Like a storm
Like destruction
Insanity
I watch
I listen
Her heart commanding
With heat
With passion
Unpararelled
Obsession
She undresses
Reveals
Her soul
I bare
Uncover
Unclothed
Soul
To soul
I touch
I roam
Like a traveler
Amazed
Uncovering
Nurturing
I worship
She welcomes
Permitting
She succumbs
Her becoming
She savors
Rippling
Skin
To Skin
I reach
Intruding
Wanting
More
Like hunger
Like pain
Suffocating
She gives
She offers
She opens
Like a slave
To her Queen
Like a Queen
To her Goddess
Heaven
I receive
Tolerating
I devour
Consuming
Mouth
To her being
Maddening
She dithers
She quivers
Like a serpent
She slithers
She takes
Moaning
Damp
Begging
I feast
I swallow
I ******
I follow
I lick
I ****
I flick
I ****
We bare
We share
Skin
To skin
Soul
To soul
Body entwined
Like Honeysuckle
Divine
© 2012 Maryanne M
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
I dwell in the vastness of my ocean
Bathed in the sun's merciful radiance
I was formed around a grain of sand
or of history, or love, or time
The loving Lonchura lands on my shoulder
To listen to the story of my forefathers
The tale of pride and of crimson waters
Of the braves, of victory, or the rare air
Sampaguitas kiss my sun-kissed cheek
And pour its oils on my curious feet
Gumamelas gather in harmony of color
and of fragrance, of adoration, of vigor
I loom over the golden seas
Of eager waves and mighty sailors
I dance with the gleeful chanting
of the north winds and the palm trees
A little bit of all the cultures made one
From a long history of Western colonial rule
Evolved a blood of a unique blend
Of east, of west, of appearance, of culture
I am the Nacre!
The pearl of the orient seas
I shine in the salinity and bounty
In the heat of the glorious Pacific
© 2012 Maryanne M.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
We literally kissed until our lips bled
But you will not take my dress off
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC