April Narrative Poems

Once there was a country boy called Chester,
     he came from the rural Appalachians;
got himself a farming job not far from...

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Now that I am old,  I see more clearly through my mind's eye, than I did in my youth, all those special people who...

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My Precious Daughter, Cheri

Cheri, the Lord has wanted to tell you what He thinks about
you and your life, your walk with Him and, He has
commissioned...

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B-egin
R-eading
A-n
I-nspiring
N-arra tive

Topic: Birthday of Brain S. Garcia (April 4) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic 
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As she walked across the sand,
receding waves made graffiti
out of the footsteps of a Valkyrie.
An ocean’s city let go of her hand
as we passed under...

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Year five of the Great Depression. 

April 14, 1935 another Sunday of church services praying for
The rain that wasn’t coming.

And the sky turned mean and...

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POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste...

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Oh my beloved,
this life can be confusing.
A plethora of recycled emotions,
sometimes result in false devotions.
Absence wounds with nostalgic reflections.
Secluded souls yearning for old satisfactions.

Oh my...

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December 2017

Extremely high winds are forecast due to an influx of sprouts over Christmas . My New Year’s resolution to avoid chocolate is not the...

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I asked him these questions, I did not believe that I would receive these types of responses. He is truly one who is, misunderstood.
He had...

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Pea soup fog hung over the Napa Valley hills,
kissing April grape vines, row upon steep row,
with the lightest touch of dampness, soon
to dry in the...

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~ Another Fairyland Story: The Fairyland Ball~
(Short Story or  Narrative Poem) 


II 

Everything looked just fine when I arrived in Fairyland,
There was a warm...

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While the light is still shining, I take my notepad to the window sill, and with my ink blue pencil write your name and again........

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Years ago my wife and I decided that we would like to keep tropical fish, so off to the local aquatic centre, on entering, 
my...

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En-trumped

There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling 
a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We...

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 The Odd Narrative 

Steamed up window my finger I paint a landscape,
 Mountain, forest and a lake; the peak cries into 
  ...

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There is an old cemetery in my city full of legends,
   and stories, one I find creepy is people being buried alive;
 ...

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The Day Baklava Bent the Fork
 
By: Moji Agha
 
April 15, 2010
 
On this taxing day on Earth,
I finally saw
with my own physical eyes,
in one...

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Are Ancestors Endured

So deep in the forest, where it's always dark
Through the gnarled trees, fallen, crooked and mossy
An old, abandoned and neglected graveyard lies
The headstones...

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