Long Bibliophile Poems

Irrational exuberance at respite from reading...

(on a rainy May thirteenth
two thousand and twenty five)
as a balm against ennui
becoming engrossed, immersed,
and lost in space of orrery
regarding the universe created courtesy
Nora Roberts well crafted novel Montana Sky
perusing...

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Human, I am...
with a nagging existential curiosity 
about people, nature, and life in general. 
A spiritual being, I am...
I indulge in woolgatherings and strolls.
A poet, I am... 
I'm always doing the cha-cha-cha with my muse.
I...

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Portrait of a Bibliophile


Be it time of photosynthesis or lunar luminescence, 
Diligently the boy pores over his book-
Sunshine or moonshine,
He is not arsine
To de-book himself.

For the book dear,
Has he divorced light-solar,
Burns he midnight electricity 
To...

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It is amazing…oftentimes to our wonder and delight…sometimes to our dismay
how we are the authors of our fairytales…the protagonists in our play.

How ‘neath the different colors of our covers…
we…as author…or playwright
in a multitude of languages…complete...

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What can I say about them –
Those treasures that have passed through my hands
Imparting their wisdom, their sorrow, their joy to me
Through the words that were so painstakingly put to paper
And then perhaps begrudgingly shared...

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(Dedicated to all booklovers who have lost their loved ones to the scourge of the termite hordes - I did)

I thought I was a bibliophile
and indulged in pedantic boasts
I'd speak of ancient tomes and stuff
revel...

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I guess I am prejudiced by its age
I look forward to the turning of each page
I do judge a book by its cover
It completes me more than any lover
The journeys I am on
As I sail...

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Written: June 10, 2024, For Eve Roper Contest

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1/ The eldest son of a family immigrated to the United...

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Walking up to the circulation desk,
books in one hand
library card in the other
Sliding books across the shiny, marble counter top
to the woman, who stands tall on the other side
with her mother-of-pearl rimmed glasses
nestled in the...

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He was known for a puzzling idée fixe
for literature in an array of topics;
Not a citizen of particular themes.
Given to a pursuit of this literary ENTERPRISE,
he would hermit away and ravenously read, 
which left him...

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She is a self-driving car.
As far as the farthest object, my eyes
cannot believe
she is
Captain of a spaceship
that she built
from spent foil paper rolls.
The aluminium was self-made.
Books are like comrades,
but actual pillows and blankets.
She is a...

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My son is an ophidiophile, a lover of snakes 
I am a limnophile, a lover of lakes
and a bit of a wordsmith, for I love to write
quite often a nyctophile, because I love the night
I...

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The Bibliophile

She works a nine-hour day
Has a couple wines on the way home
And maybe dances with her friends
Then she goes home to an empty house
No family or pets
No friends, roommates or lovers
But, she is never...

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