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Jarryon Paul Poem
The night is a hand cold as stone
Wrapped around my sun - warmed body
It can make one feel so alone
And laughs at those who love the day
The night is a shady man dressed in all black
Who surrounds me as if he were many
He’ll greatly make one’s courage lack
And terrify those who love the day
The night is as quiet as a mouse
But yet is always seen
He’ll silently creep into your house
And capture those who love the day
The night is poised for a throw
His weapon used is fear
Our inner light shall make us grow
And protect those who love the day.
Copyright © Jarryon Paul | Year Posted 2011
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Creak ... creak.
Afraid to speak, this boy,
Who runs.
Escaping now, this house of sounds.
Whoosh, creak, clang and pop
Leaving house ... leaving block.
Copyright © Jarryon Paul | Year Posted 2011
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Stretching.
Stretching, reaching wispy wonders.
An unwavering giant,
Unmoved by words or wishes
Standing straight, tall ... powerful.
Copyright © Jarryon Paul | Year Posted 2011
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Colorful personality.
To me, the tree is an ideal friend.
At day he listens,
And at night he whistles,
Whispering to me what only an ancient can know.
Copyright © Jarryon Paul | Year Posted 2011
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Divorced.
Yet always holding hands,
The mass of water swells with considerable size.
Turning, tumbling, seizing and swallowing,
All that it seas.
Copyright © Jarryon Paul | Year Posted 2011
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High.
A king is nothing,
Without a crown.
The sky, like strangers meeting,
Tense, alert, quiet.
This colossal being ... seeing.
Copyright © Jarryon Paul | Year Posted 2011
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A scream.
Furious is this girl.
Throwing not only words ... but body.
Spinning and about to fall,
Destroying person, house ... all.
Copyright © Jarryon Paul | Year Posted 2011
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What to write ... the calm of night,
Feeds my desire to perspire.
For love, my mind moves to you.
Your thoughts, my thoughts
Your words, my tune.
I wait, wonder, will your return,
Bring new things to my mind's concern..
For love, before I sleep, I see,
Your heart of hearts,
My fantasy.
I know this love is more than
That of a sister's or brother's,
It started small, but now I know
This truth, The Ancient Puzzle.
One thing is just, and truly just
An extension of the other.
Copyright © Jarryon Paul | Year Posted 2012
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