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This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it. 
It is something I wrote...

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The dawning of love 

 You whispered your secrets
on breezes of starlight
of moonbeam collections
in night sky desire

Those twinkling phrases
beyond the horizon
which once held the sunset
in...

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Regardless of whom is… 


Aching, my pen moves, lines hold in place
words found wandering about my heart
Ink dries with tear drop accuracy, streaked
forming in versed...

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You come into my world
a child of mine
of heart and mind creation
sweetly under my flair
following my soul
tracing my steps
growing to a tremendous wealth
encoding my particles.
Soulless,...

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Poets, do not give up
Whatever you write
Whatever you spit out
A genius will be up
To it somewhere. Someone
Will understand the tone
Of your voice, the hieroglyph
Of your...

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I didn’t know  


I didn’t know your touch

Weary days of overcast thoughts
fill the hours with empty longings
Collections of petals for counting
she loves me, she...

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As the sunset of life beckons me
in marmalade farewells, orange sherbet adieus,
I stroll in uneven footsteps,
not sure of the bridges I crossed
or those burned in...

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Mystic Tinklings


Mystic tinklings
	Ancient echoes from the past
Fleeting inklings
	Glimmer just beyond your grasp

Phantom footfalls
	When you know that you’re alone
Echoed choircalls
	Of a long forgotten song

Shadows slipway
	From the...

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My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his 
daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an...

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Mama and them, took us aside
When we cried
She wiped our eyes

She grandma and Auntie
Bathed and feed us
Took us to church learnt us bout' JESUS

And when...

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Wayward strolling travel sorts;
I am homeward bound;
Roaming twix these golden fields;
Walking  these tinted bronze grounds;
Hoping at least best;
I find my rest;

Dormant stop by I;
This...

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All preparation had been completed
The big night was finally here
At three in the afternoon I went to dress rehearsal
Stood on the Gaiety stage for the...

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Shrunken sweaters, dusty ball caps
Tarnished silver, and hedge clippers
Pointed hat pins, gaudy jewelry
Faded jeans and worn out slippers
Greasy fry pan, wobbly table
Crates of dog-eared musty...

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Instincts stored from antiquity
Leather bound books; library in the mind
Beautiful tragic collections and revisions
The conundrum of neurology; conflict presides

Endowed with supreme cognition
Cursed, condemned by the...

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I Am A Book
By David J Walker

I am a book of Unread pages
I am a book

	I am a book Written in stages  in
A travel...

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