Long Novella Poems

Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely...

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When that storm arrived,
the entire congregation 
in genuflection 
knelt before 
Her poetic prayers,
they saw themselves shining,
eventually, in Her reflection 

scandalously quiet 
like perculating thunder, 
their minds cracking open,
their whole chicken little sky 
falling closer ever...

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One day I wish to know, 
as the scars of devils do, 
when your eyes, married to the auburn fox, 
will remove their pantheon of petrified ghosts
and lay with me once again.


Lay with me again...

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Who is Edgar Rice Cakes? What does HE have to do with John Burroughs. Jesus Crisis. a 
google search What is this? A novella nuevo bye charlaxandroidoneseven. CA17. Short for 
Para Cayce. I have read...

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Who is Edgar Rice Cakes? What does HE have to do with John Burroughs. Jesus Crisis. a 
google search What is this? A novella nuevo bye charlaxandroidoneseven. CA17. Short for 
Para Cayce. I have read...

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Beatrice:  Tu miri a la funestia de l'austeria 
                    commistion de l'invidia e d'acerbe
 ...

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Resolute and prepared, yet dubious and unsure
As my feet make their way to the sight they so adore
You brush your hair aside, as the twinkle in your eyes
A charming smile and subtle flush, greet me...

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Endow my being with ecstacy and mystic tonight
dazzle my psychology with your fine art and experience  
forever to possess my mind like a wight
promise with every nerve that your life and mine will end...

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I’ve mentioned how I love celebrating those big moments in our life…
weddings, Christmases, birthdays…you know the ones I mean…
but how I also love the everyday moments of wonder and beauty…
you know…those moments in between.

It stormed...

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To Dis a Ray

Tim felt prismatic and took off his polychrome Ray Bans

He had to revisit his novella and needed undistorted vision

To sort out gems from false gold and writer’s confusion


Had he really been so...

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I wish I were a tree and no matter the times am cut down; my roots will still be planted in your heart. If I were a ship I would vote you as the captain...

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Some say you are lost
If you are not found
On their ground

Some think you are blind
If you do not find
What they find

I am an atheist who believes

The universe is a tapestry
Not a thread

The science to chart...

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I'm Bald headed-have piss yellow teeth
don't use balm or whiteners to appear young again 
every scar is a jagged path to a novella called living. 
Cursed and blessed with a good heart
wild horse temperament that's...

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I'm the One to who you should pray;
I'm the Voice that shall never fade away,
I'm the Daemon that haunts your 3am sleep,
I'm the Whisper that eases your weep...

And in this novella, your lissome dreams,
I'm your...

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~Once upon a rhyme, many years ago~
a charm of wordsmiths gathered on an emerald mountain 
took dreamy strolls on piney paths along its golden crown
dipped their wits and winsome in a pastel painted lake
while sun...

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the rapture of a souls song plays out inside the mind
as she sits quietly reading in a late fall moonlight
trading the falling leaves for the keys to the kingdom of pain
she scours the printed page...

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I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence of her feathered nest of dream
perched in peaceful solitude autumn falls with golden leaves
where hymn's flow free within...

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You stayed in your home 
yet not alone, but with others, 
and fate did mock at you
and you borrowed a different form.

They locked you in 
and often hurt you,
and you fled from hurt 
and came...

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(To be sang to the tune of "Cruella DeVil" 
   from Disney's 101 Dalmatians)

Novella DeVil. Novella DeVil.
She writes to humour,
To move and to thrill.
She stirs her readers feelings
With her Quill.
Novella. Novella.
She stirs her...

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On a Day Like Today
    by Amy Swanson 12/2008


On a day like today,
    I just want to scream.
This day is so cold!
    I'd much rather day-dream...

...of...

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Underneath the red umbrella,
my Johnny stole a kiss from me,
so I felt like Cinderella,
for like a handsome prince was he.

Despite the cold, I melted when
underneath the red umbrella,
Johnny gazed into my eyes; then
whispered softly, “You’re...

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