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Rhyme
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A dozen of roses, are beautiful just like you.
The scent of them reminds me, of your sweet perfume.
A dozen of roses, I gave on special occasions.
Like valentines day, christmas, or your college graduation.
These dozen of roses, bring back my favorite memory.
The day I proposed, with a ring down on one knee.
Now I lay these roses on your grave.
That reads your birthday and your full name.
For the first time, I will turn around to walk away.
Without seeing you smile, holding these roses thanking me.
I'll return to my car, wiping tears off my face.
Looking back in my mirror, for a familiar face while driving away.
When we are reunited, in Heaven at the gates.
I'll have 12 red roses for my love, my baby.
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Light Verse
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Her life is just about to take off,
As she straps in behind the stick.
The destination might be unclear,
But the route is hers to pick.
Education fuels her craft,
And graduation trips the switch.
She wants to see what there is out there,
The call of adventure is like an itch.
Her family is the tower that tries,
To make sure that the runway is clear.
Letting her know that back at home,
There’s a safe landing for her to steer.
The time has come to place her faith
In these untested wings.
In the faith that the Lord above
Will grant the joy that this life brings.
As she hurtles down the tarmac,
Her destination comes into view.
An endless sky before her now,
A boundless sea of blue.
With a confident smile upon her lips,
And a glimmer in her eye.
She rises above the firmament,
The time has come for her to fly.
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Prose Poetry
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Ballerina’d beauty…
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify her lime light see she… was a dancer. &no I’m not talking about ya everyday tutu wearing mannequin. This one was special. The music was a part of her, she found a rhythm in every void and a tune in all speeches, it could only, flow thru her mind like water through the globe, more than she runs through my thoughts, like the way those greens slips of sustenance fell to the ground as she worked her pole.
Tragic ending to the perfect fairytale.
Mommy and Daddy had her dancing at six and in and out of auditions, wishing for her dreams to be realized unlike her own. Praying that her daughter could be somebody important, the next best thing since Broadway, better than Dejan Tubic, another Janelle Ginestra, but daddy had a sweet spot for his youngin. Wanting more for an innocent life and only turned her out of a fantasy. Pushing her on with the hopes only fools in the Ghetto would believe. Graduation day, she crashed hard, spinning back into reality. With no way to pay for her Julliard dream, a fistful of issues, and not a pot to piss in. She was strolling the block one night, and, heard music. Got sucked into the charisma of a strip joint. One second she was on the corner, everything goes black and when she comes to… she’s bare, with enough ones to get a place and put some food in her belly. That night she looked in the mirror… breaking down crying… all the dreams she had, crushed by the nimble fingers of fate. She doesn’t pity herself for long. Her mind’s already made up. “Gotta do this for me…” She rests, and the next day she finds herself back to the club to make more ones and satisfy more customers. It wasn’t the life she chose, but it’s one she’ll never regret, cause always had that sweet spot for her in el Corazon.. and she’ll always be, Daddy’s Little Girl.
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