Long Storybooks Poems

The day you were born you are mother and father's miracle,
You were a very calm baby boy.

Walter brought baby Erik and mom home from the hospital,
Mom could stay at home with you for a few...

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thought to be
deadened
after the attack
from another
where one let one
in &
it didn’t turn out as
beautiful
as was thought to be
had, because the
storybooks lie &
the movies lie better,
but horny is as horny 
does & along comes 
another drama...

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I planted the Daffodils in the hills, 
You were thrilled as daffodil flowers bloom, 
Amonst the sunny summer fields, 
Our room filled with perfume of golden yellow, 
With view of dew crystals cover the meadows....

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Tonight I can write the saddest poem.
I can write that the heavens are sad that's why the stars are dark,
Or the heavens are heartbroken that's why the rain is red.

Tonight I can fall in love...

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Memories

You’re a constant reminder of the time that got away,
When seemly not enough hours were available in the day.
I remember all the firsts, and how time seemed to fly,
And now that their gone brings a...

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on a rearing steed Sir Rowelph rode
and rode, he rode through snorting nose
of thunderous fan, his stallion 
galloping, charging, claiming land
to the rhythm of a drummer’s hand
down silt and dust, a lust did wilt
as love...

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Since early childhood storybooks of armored knights
riding beautiful horses held my fascination,
had I lived in that era of adventurous delights 
I would have joined them to get the same admiration.

It's the unknown the story of...

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the “changed man”

have you seen the face of the “changed man?”
you know, the one who lost the girl but
wants to get her back---
so he converts himself
into the antithesis of what he once was,
in order to...

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I viewed the dawn through mist of fading dreams,   
Aware of silver feet upon the roof.
Eaves shivered wet, while raindrops welcomed spring
With murmured sounds, and giving me excuse
To burrow down and doze, with...

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Please pardon mine assertion
I dared to surmise
familiarity with me, 
an avid reader and prolific writer
(mainly to appease personal pleasure)
thus upon embarking upon
reaching out, your curiosity piqued.

Daily onslaught from schoolyard 
punkish bullies ace
thus, storybooks provided 
haven...

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Christmas is all about love sent with a child from the heavens above
A child who was born as a carpenter’s son who came to bless every one
He wasn’t born wealthy or lived in a castle...

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An excellent time of year,

Beautiful decorations to enhance the season,

Christmas an exquisite memory of past and present,

Divine passages at church to praise the Lord,

Excellent and honorable days and nights with relatives and companions,

Future plans and...

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When I was little and my world was small, 
I had a fascination with island storms’ call. 
 
As moist hot air ascends the skies and dark clouds form, 
I grab my storybooks and set...

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( THE BLINK OF AN EYE )

With the wink of a flirty eye
And a toss of your silken hair
I know you will be by my side
I`ll give you my love to share

You return my playful...

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My better - half and my mum are the most important persons in this world to
 me

 The later is the dearest as u'd see

 Born under mighty and protective rocks

 A model with many...

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My heart utters gently: you are seven; 
I am too. Yet, the bloom of womanhood
carries us now unto fields where
spiced pleasure and abandonment mingle…
I reminisce our childhood years, when as a girl,
we would look out...

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This is a poem about books
Not just books,
But what happens between us and books
Our relationship with books

To some-
They’re only stacks and stacks of a series of words
To some-
They are their teachers when no teachers are...

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You are not the knight I used to know,
now, you are more like the shadow of yourself;
you are down to zero… from a righteous rainbow.

Your sweet storybooks suddenly left the shelf;
a once loud and lovely...

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Fingers dancing over a keyboard,
pens flowing ink for storybooks, telling whats in store.
Bodies merging together to create physical love.
But here i stand alone,
THe cuts on my arm healing,
the bruises ive gathered, not showing.
The abuse ive...

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I wish for days past
and yearn for that kind of love...
and the wind whispers

I wish upon the stars at night and hunger to go back, back to when things were beautiful in my world. ...

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The kings and their crusaders are forgotten, 
No one reads about them anymore,
The flowers that the princess held are rotten, 
Crushed beneath her slipper on the floor.

The chivalry of knights-in-armor’s ended, 
Fading like a fable...

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Ever felt a feeling or heard a certain word to dread, Love, joy, happiness. 
It all seems too real to be true. 
You only hear about it in storybooks. 
Pain, suffering, death. 
Such things cause...

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Storybook Dreams

As sunset paints sky with liquid gold
Gilded dreams wait to tease bold
Wrapped in crimson robe’s affection
Mirroring tranquil books reflection
Within the fringes of a dream
Dance fancies waiting to be seen
Tucked sweetly in illusions bed
Pillow plumped...

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The clock tells all
Time to move on
And breathe easy for a while
Ready for Sunday
The dawn of the summer sun
Your face dies with winter
And my heart is rebirthed in spring
Time is hard to hold on to.

Your...

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The world I knew, now seems so small
As I wander through my childhood home
Of faded paint and quiet rooms
That holds the past within these walls
Marked by time that crayons made
Pictures of a wondrous place
Where little...

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