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Martina Moriarty Poems
Your ceremony was of a short duration? the length..of your struggle! 'enshrined' in the continuance of time.
A giving smack! of anticipation exhilaration
Inside My Heart
I think- with mouth I hear- through veins I taste- with heart I see- past rain!
My first memory
I was twenty four months, and twenty days old I know this to be fact! I have my incarceration papers to prove it.
The Day Before You Came
I have always lived in the moment never worried about the future never questioned the past
I offered you? all that is of my being I never met you! but now you know my every desire You have the power to indulge my every thought!
Fool? Fool Fool You... -new-
She saw the ground open up separate with great ease... She held her last dying breath as the speeding car she was in
She is navigator of all proper I am the driving-Iron behind her power. She is pine...and sweet sensation I am the wisdom of her direction and legacy
After The Rain
I found myself drowning in my own tormented tears nowhere to run...nowhere to hide! I begged for some forgiveness...
I fell off the face of the earth into the heart of a tombstone melted thoughts...
I've kept a band-aid over my mouth in times of blindness because of your Status...
We'll Meet Again
I smile as I write my last few lines so worry not dear child of mine All is! as it should be
How honored I feel now you are my task your need for me a chain of devotion restricted by hidden fences! Those missing years? all for the good, no matter how
Not Of This World
The road of silence is a dark and lonely path, known as the reflection of your shadow...a sacrifice of an image! I held your-hand-as-tight-as-a-heart-beat... So afraid to look back to the connection of your vision buried so deep...neath unfamiliar snow.
Comments about Martina Moriarty
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Your ceremony was of a short duration?
the length..of your struggle!
in the continuance of time.
The wealth of your holding-in
the grand estate of the heart is, without question
A holy dwelling!
The hasp of my soul
to your lovely bones...
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