Write Rhyme Royal Poems

The quill, once held by hand so strong, 
Now rests upon a dusty shelf, 
Forgotten tales, where they belong, 
No longer whispered to itself. 

Ink,...

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The writer's quill, a humble thing it seems, 
A feather plucked from some forgotten fowl, 
Yet dipped in ink, it spins a world of dreams,...

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Brilliant unused ideas hard to find
Some flit by but are any of them whole?
Fantastical theories parade in my mind
But I want the ones that entice...

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Sometimes i think I’m falling, away from the dark, the pain and the memories, still leave a mark, life is a lesson, and wounds leave...

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I question Adam’s hymn, O’ Holy Night,
while I retreat upstairs on Christmas Eve
comparing his to mine to fill the night:

His was a quill that spilled...

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i am one, i am two; 
i can do what you can do. 
i am three, i am four, 
i kow what it means to...

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"Time Machine"

Nocturnal Writer started his stroke rhythm 
With a knowledgeable mellifluous realism 
Hoping that he can find the perfect harmony
That might lead him to the...

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when -
I'm glad, I see you
I'm sad, I feel you
I'm keen, I think you
I'm sure, I dream you

Now -
I made you my sight
I made you...

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Not about emotions , which I non ally  write ,
but I had to write something, on looseing a big part of my younger years...

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.... " The Loneliness Of Pain " .....

From the door a crack of light and nothing more ,
As I lay curled up upon the cold...

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I write to incite,so listen with your inner sight.
One said;''You deserve a reward''.
hahaha!! I laughed like was rewind.
I've been serious from a younger age,mind hardcore...

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At first, I thought
(mere) words
were singing to me.
How beautiful the words
that rhyme.
They play on a harp –
on love and on life,
on you and on me...

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I feel that I am gone
I feel around the sun
I feel God has no plan
I feel the stars shall fall

I feel I'll break away
I feel...

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Another night in Central Park
For Shakespeare, as the sky turns dark.
My husband made the tickets hap,
A bonny feather in his cap.

A lovely evening, weather-wise;
The park,...

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Europe was frozen in a tide of hate
The genius Jew was being persecuted
Bound to the intransigence of fate
His violin played the tunes they executed
Now it...

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