Son Cinderella Poems

The Garden of Peace


lately, I have been thinking of the many religions and how each one offers the best salvation is dependent on the circumstances...

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The happily ever after...

He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary,
With his eyes bloodshot and bleary,
The prince arrived at the...

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Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when...

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Superhero strobe lighthouse helm hexagonal 
        Sixty degree angle glass captain bridge
      ...

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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oh how I romanticize the idea of you,
a happy-ever-after-kind of ending,
a fairytale love story of you and I,
of a prince charming to take my hand,
gently...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Togetherness 

It was not my time to speak today
I must rest as much as possible, need a new 
battery for my reserve heart and have...

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Being a child 
Innocent to the world 
Waiting for ice cream 
Vanilla , sprinkles, triple swirls 
Just a flashback on feelings for you girl 
I...

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Super stud 
Enjoyed life with many lovely buds 
Watched the angry surf 
Feeling the need to protect his turf 
When all of a sudden Ma...

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Becoming 2


Wanted to get his teeth done for 40k
The pearly whites, too
Or else he would surely die
For not getting work done in his mouth
My empathy...

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The Making of Cookies

The lost art of putting, 
flower, sugar, vanilla,
and cream together.
More than small cakes, 
a distance…
far past “home made”, 
to the sheer land...

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Life without words would be meaninglessness, life without words regardless of speech needs to herd for the words thats said, for the words thats read...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter...

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Untold  brutal tales of wives battered. 
World all over, violated wedding vows, 
in merciless kicks, her screams drowse. 
Black-eyed Cindrella, dreams all shattered. 

Injured...

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