Please don't be offended
for I dare not be too prone
to read anothers written word
that may supplant my own.

Please don't think me selfish
should I not reply,
the words I read may influence
the style that I apply.

Please don't feel affronted
I do not mean you wrong
for just like you when writing
my verse, is my own song.

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Beauty of presence, resplendent in grace,
such beautiful eyes, in a beautiful face.

Aphrodite child, exquisite in form,
an Orchid, so fragrant, with countenance warm.

To light up the sky, you bewitch, you beguile,
instinctive, reflexive, with Heavenly smile.

Galadriel Lady, the only one of a kind,
an Angel of light, and so refined.

Honourable woman, so noble of heart
genuine, proud, a woman apart.

Unfailing, loyal, a dependable friend
there when you're needed, always there to the end.

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Eyes across a noise filled room
those eyes that held a distant glance
a gaze that spoke far more than words
then torn away, the moment lost.

One moment of time, held in a smile
drifting away, forever gone
but that tender moment still remains
as the sweetest memory lingers on.

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As early twilight steals the day
welcoming hearths with warmth bestow
casting shadows upon the walls
as firelight flickers spread their glow.

Searching for faces in glimmering embers
chestnuts arrayed before the flame
he worries about that crack in the window
the little boy thinks of who to blame.

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Fresh colours emerge as I look upon high
in rainbows I see, in rain speckled sky
portraits idyll, with pastels are shaded
beneath those archways of mellow cascades.

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I'm an educated man, not academic, but in life
knowing words with more meaning than most
and can write them all down, both by line and by verse
and in context, know how to orate them.

But by smoking too much, my voice now is hoarse
and no more than a whisper can speak
but the voice it still flows, from heart to the pen
so nestle close, and to you, let me read them.

Now poetry is penned, should be spoken not read
but my plight, it suits me just fine
for to hear me speak these words to you
so close must you always remain.

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If a pizza pie were I
with my box sat upon your knee,
baked over easy, and very cheesy
each slice, a piece of me.

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