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Maggie's Festival
Contributed by
jyssvw
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Wednesday, 20th April 2005 @ 08:52:08 PM in AEST
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There stands the whistler, hes humming
Along fell Jack and Jill
The guitar player is strumming
The Joker laughing still
Along the old highway their dancing
In the shops around town they sing
In hotel lobbies and Universities
A once in a lifetime thing
Maggie wakes up late
Dressed in only a ripped white robe
She peers out through her window
Rummages through her wardrobe
A perfect match, light and dark gown
A spectacle you never saw
Her prince is waiting down-town
The festival is in an uproar
The sunlight stays still
Nighttime will never come
The oceans waves have frozen
Bees forget they stung
Children flock in droves
They hold each others arms
They sing in perfect harmony
Not one feels any harm
Deserted are the houses
Where Maggie used to live
Empty is the heartache
To the ones she will not forgive
And the unicyclist waves and leaves
Off to the big parade
The newspaper reporters
Think theyve got it made
Music from the loud speakers
Voices you love to hear
The guitarist feelin groovy
The drinkers huddle in the rear
Maggie searches the crowds
Her prince can not be found
To every passing face
She calls his name aloud
A tear begins to roll
Down a lonesome cheek
Maggie sits beside the monk
Who hasnt spoken in weeks
He tells her she need not cry
Life moves by too fast
Maggie turns her head in faith
Her prince walks right on past
Here comes the blind police captain
A missing man is lost
She pleads with him to search with her
He cant expend the time or cost
Alone again she stumbles
A dead rat lay on the floor
Crushed in all the madness
Three feet from his front door
Maggie knelt and stared at it
A peaceful soul it seemed
She picked it up and carried it
Put it in the river, let it flow downstream
Now stands a broken woman
On the banks of her own world
Depleted and exhausted
She rest her head and into a ball she curled
The whistler ceased his humming
The joker all chocked up
A festival of misery
Seemed to never stop
The children came to Maggie
Young and unafraid
Eighteen years and counting
She already looks like an old-maid
They knelt beside her and stared
Just as she had once done
They rubbed her long brown hair
The game is never won
Two years to this day
A prince sought far and wide
For his love he could not find
And was never by his side
A king you are today
Still alone deep inside
Only from the festival lights
Do you cowardly run and hide
Maggies letters memorized
You read them all each night
You never really stopped loving her
The sun never shines exactly right
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jyssvw
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2005-04-20 20:52:08]
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Re: Maggie's Festival
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by JacobsKK on
Friday, 22nd April 2005 @ 10:47:34 PM AEST
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| Quite lengthy, but worth every line. |
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Re: Maggie's Festival
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by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 19th September 2005 @ 12:57:17 AM AEST
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Quite the story of treachery and heartache...Very well portrayed thoughts and emotions in this write. You did an excellent job with this poem.
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