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Best Poems Written by James Faulkner

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Your My Morning Song

Your eyes flame of fascination 
and I feel unworthy to be looked upon
by a goddess.  Then your lips twirl as your voice 
begins to play “Good Morning.” A beloved song, always  composing 
a smile to my mornings and reminding me that I’m truly blessed.  
After the record fades we lay comfortably in its evanescence.
Awaiting nothing, simply lost in the presence of love.  My fingers leisurely 
trace tender curves and turns of God’s greatest works as your warmth welcomes
me closer.  Your hands blindly search for mine and the fissures are filled as our hands 
fasten. Then your voice begins to play, “I Love You” and I repeat trying my best to
stay in tune.  We whisper acapella as our bodies begin to compose a beat through passion.
A tenor soprano duo at its best. You’re my favorite song.

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Eyes Filled of Rose

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                                                  Promiscuous rose
                                              Bathing in glints of the sun
                                                  I couldn’t resist





                                                
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Womans Road Trip With I

intoxicated by the taste of her pleasures
loving to see her satisfied I intensify my measures
touching, tasting, smiling loving to see her satisfied
all these pleasures rushing as I began to rise 
taking a moment I gaze upon the perfection of her frame
I then seek south in the fields of the sugar cane
An addictive sweet tooth I have, damn I love the south 
Enjoying the view, aroma, and most of all when the taste and my mouth
You sound screams of joy as I am inside
The best road trip I’ve ever had as you ride
Now that you weary on the road I think we should switch and I should drive 
From to dusk to dawn, I take you on one hell of a quest
As our adventure comes to an end I wonder whens the next

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Created This Smile For You

I created this smile for you
Tailor made to make you blush
Tailor made to make you have a youthful crush
When embarrassed, it comes just to make you sigh
When I first met you I fashioned it to make you reply
I created this smile for you

I created this smile for you
Its here to comfort you in times of need 
Its here to motivate you to succeed
When arguing this smile has made you leave
When in doubt this smile made you believe 
I created this smile for you

I created this smile for you
Made to work as a magnet, this smile attracts you from opposite ends of the earth
This smile has no value, however you’ve found it’s worth
This smile is here just for you and will always try
This smile was made only for you and you have its right till I die
I created this smile for you

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1996

1996 when any music styles created became instant hits
To much R&B, rock, rap and any other genre that fits
I remember waking up early, to see my mom say hay hun
Well, she thought that but truth was I was waiting on sailer moon and pokemon
Walking to the bust stop is in good memory like yesterday
Jump the fence then take the cut and hide out until the bus rode away
I still can smell the summers I shared with my loyal crew
Entire days of hide n’ seek, manhunt, freeztag, and any other thing we wanted to do
Once I argued with my brother because he had taken my favorite color
Not just any color, but this was the green ranger, and he could’ve chose in any other 
We settled this the way all things were handle back then
Paper, rock, scissors, any many mighty mo best 2 out 3, and over and over again
That contest weren’t based off skill or talent within, but somehow we thought the winners 
were the real men
I won the contest of men and then we would begin, every neighborhood kid chose a fictional 
character to be
After selections were made the battle royal start and quickly in and in catastrophe
Johny Twisted his ankle, jasmine was cut with a roof shingle, and then there was I 
Thoughts of Ohh man I’m the greatest power ranger ever before my mother would use her 
belt to make me cry
Im whipping you out of love she would say
I would think I love you to so is it possible we could turn this in my favor the other way
Then the days would fade
And rest for another day 1996 chaos in craze, 
Just like yesterday, yep those were the days

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For You

Yes 
Anything 
If you say please

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Omg and Lol (Huh??)

Lol she replied to my joke that went over well
I paused in reflection thoughts of what the hell
LOl? Really lol instead of a giggle or laugh
My inner a--hole surfaced on English’s behalf
Why would you say that in a conversation I said
You’re killing English which is almost already dead
Um.. I really don’t know I guess it’s like a laugh she said with slight hesitation
No. not the slightest bit at all with an obvious frustration
OMG are you mad at me for an expression I used
OMG? Not another one and I’m upset with you for a language you abused
And by the way what’s OMG stand for
Oh my God, it’s another one we use, I’ve got more
No please don’t continue, heck omg who woulda knew
Well now you know so they can be used by you 
Yeah I guess your right I’ll give it a try F.U.

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Poets Poetry Process

Inspiration.

Inspiration is indisputably unexpected like scattered showers on scorching days
From ants raging war within the logs crevice, or the mysterious sea’s zephyrs after dark
Spontaneously leaping into perpetual thought, desire stealthily follows
Carefully selecting beloved thoughts within the brains exotic continuum 

Forming the poem

Spontaneously choosing a companion to create your Picasso of words 
Swiftly and slowly decomposing memories to adjectives and verbs
Rearranging, changing, and emotions of satisfaction and frustration
The Poets post then accept comments for their creation

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Ambition and U

Ambitions slide off the tongue as quick as they race through the mind
Ambitions of wealth, fame, health, and all that are sublime
But what is not perceive as recently is the will to actually achieve
The effort, dedication, and strenuous path one takes in order to succeed 
Only you know what it really takes
To create, achieve and learn through your mistakes
Ambitions are great but don’t be naive

Proclaiming and having a desiring mind is a beautiful characteristic. However, when I hear 
ambitions of some and see their actions taken to achieve goals, the term “you can talk the 
talk but you cant walk the talk” comes to mind.   That being said, as people we have to 
obtain more drive and belief that we know we can achieve and then we have to take the 
arduous path of actually obtaining it.  For example, learning an instrument, second language, 
defeating inner demons and addictions.  Overall, I leave you with you with the saying  “ you 
just can talk the talk but you gotta walk the talk.”  Not sure I explained what I really wanted 
to say but I think you get the idea. lol love and peace

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Thanks For Noticing Book Woman

This child is so evidently alone
Drenched with loneliness and overflowing of hurt
His mother’s not there and his father doesn’t care 
This child needs aid!!
Staring into his eyes I see excess desolation and absent affection 
Something is missing. Something isn’t there.
His demeanor so pleasing to the eye
But I see. I see that optimism has abandoned this child.
If he where mine I would walk with him, tell him a joke, or make him smile.
Please! Someone rescue him. 
I know tears of solitude massage his face when he attempt to rest
I know behind that smile hope is lost
I know he curses God for living in that orphanage.
Someone please help that boy!!! 
For that boy might be lost and never found. 
For that boy might attempt to find his way out of solitude through drugs.
For that boy might run away and never look back
If there is anyone that can hear me that little fellow needs your help!!
Look at him sit in that corner as if not a thing is wrong
Look at him continue. How can he continue like this? 
The book lady looks him in the eye and to see his eyes quiver with sorrow. It’s ok as he cries.
Someone’s here. I’m here. We will be.
Thank you for noticing.
(I was just flipping through some old photos and saw a picture of me a few days before I met 
my foster parents.  Viewing the picture when I was in the orphanage is my eyes looked so 
full of anguish and sorrow all I could think was “thank you for noticing”)