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Have you heard the mocking bird
When she tries to sing
Mockingbird mockingbird, she wish she were queen
With a broken crown
With tattered down
Her brass bells all miss the hour
Where young water flows
To only where the St. John's knows
She perches on her bower
The worn out ward where her ashen wings
Beat softly on the soot stained stones
Where roots and reeds and all their trees
Grow gently on the town hall bones
Mockingbird, mockingbird, she wish she were queen
The cardinal and the robin
Impressionable beings
They invoke the dove
And they vote the bramble king
But it caught them by the pinions
And did choke them down
And now at the vineyard
Not one like them can be found
She sings for them, this MarMar
The songs of the now dead
Thus bramble put a bounty
On the little thrush's head
They put a belle about her neck
and her countenance was shrouded
Her wings could not bear her
so she tumbled to the ground
Why Mockingbird, mockingbird, do you wish you were queen
For I've seen lowliness in her glory
In black and in white
I've seen loneliness in the streets
The squares and the market place
I've seen those not slain
And they mock and they scream
Mockingbird, mockingbird, she wish she were queen
Crows set antebellum on fire
The Jay bird wants the bracken king
And Mockingbird, oh mockingbird, she wish she were queen
When she tries to sing
Mockingbird mockingbird, she wish she were queen
With a broken crown
With tattered down
Her brass bells all miss the hour
Where young water flows
To only where the St. John's knows
She perches on her bower
The worn out ward where her ashen wings
Beat softly on the soot stained stones
Where roots and reeds and all their trees
Grow gently on the town hall bones
Mockingbird, mockingbird, she wish she were queen
The cardinal and the robin
Impressionable beings
They invoke the dove
And they vote the bramble king
But it caught them by the pinions
And did choke them down
And now at the vineyard
Not one like them can be found
She sings for them, this MarMar
The songs of the now dead
Thus bramble put a bounty
On the little thrush's head
They put a belle about her neck
and her countenance was shrouded
Her wings could not bear her
so she tumbled to the ground
Why Mockingbird, mockingbird, do you wish you were queen
For I've seen lowliness in her glory
In black and in white
I've seen loneliness in the streets
The squares and the market place
I've seen those not slain
And they mock and they scream
Mockingbird, mockingbird, she wish she were queen
Crows set antebellum on fire
The Jay bird wants the bracken king
And Mockingbird, oh mockingbird, she wish she were queen
Preview art by I got permission to use it for my poem and added the title and marks in Picnik it is a free online program.
So here is the full version of Mockingbird Mockingbird (MarMar) or Martyr Martyr. The less dramatic version can be read here [link] along with more information.
Lady Jane Grey seems like an appropriate person to use for this. If you don't know about her you should look into it.
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I want to know first what the poem makes you think of personally? What do you imagine?
Also do some of lines appear to be too long and should I make another line out of the long ones or leave them the way they are? In other words should the "Mockingbird" pary be moved to the bottom on its own line?
So here is the full version of Mockingbird Mockingbird (MarMar) or Martyr Martyr. The less dramatic version can be read here [link] along with more information.
Lady Jane Grey seems like an appropriate person to use for this. If you don't know about her you should look into it.
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I want to know first what the poem makes you think of personally? What do you imagine?
Also do some of lines appear to be too long and should I make another line out of the long ones or leave them the way they are? In other words should the "Mockingbird" pary be moved to the bottom on its own line?
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Quite a poem here.