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"highpoint" poems
One day in Pickwick Soon to be acquainted You must be sainted It simply said click You caught my eye It was an oddity You didn’t out me as a complicated guy It’s not a perhaps I need you everyday You oughtn’t go away Without you I'll collapse It might seem Lemony this idea of mine It’s opposite of malign I simply want hegemony I hope you know you’re under my control I own your whole Following the written escrow You’re my morning salvation The highpoint of Monday the sun in Sunday You’re my liberating vacation Darling baby you see You’re my delicious Tea
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Fifty Shades of Earl Grey
With no advanced ticket,   I pay as I go My boarding left open   still more things to know The day train a local   expresses by night My spirit rolls inward —next station in sight (Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
Next Station
Neither of us could tell when one song ended and the other started, for they blended together into one endless tune. To us, the songs didn’t have an end and neither did our dance. It was like the shades or the sunset that we danced in, the backdrop of the song. Pinks, purples, reds, and oranges, all mixed together to represent the guitar, piano, passion, love, hope, and fear in our song. We were creating our own melody, our own song. We were singing it, dancing it, and living it, and it lasted for an hourAnd then it ended.No, it didn’t end. It just moved on to a different part, like the sunset. The sky was still there, just in a different part of its song. First it would darken, to the navy colors of midnight, the full moon a bright hold in the sky, as the stars glittered around it. Next, the sun would rise again, slowly reclaim its place as the ruler of the sky, as the darkness turned to light. Then, the sun would shine for the rest of the day, against a blue the color of Jonathan’s eyes. Finally, the sun would tire, and begin to sink again, and the night shift would begin. Our song would continue on a different night. The sunset was our chorus, the repeating melody that held our song together. Everything else was extra verses, little things that added to chorus and made it stronger and fuller.Sometimes, the chorus would change, but it would always be there, because it was the highpoint of the song, the ****** of our story.The universe was the verses.The chorus was us.Together, dancing, free.
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Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 5:01 PM UTC
Our Dance
Neither of us could tell when one song ended and the other started, for they blended together into one endless tune. To us, the songs didn’t have an end and neither did our dance. It was like the shades or the sunset that we danced in, the backdrop of the song. Pinks, purples, reds, and oranges, all mixed together to represent the guitar, piano, passion, love, hope, and fear in our song. We were creating our own melody, our own song. We were singing it, dancing it, and living it, and it lasted for an hourAnd then it ended.No, it didn’t end. It just moved on to a different part, like the sunset. The sky was still there, just in a different part of its song. First it would darken, to the navy colors of midnight, the full moon a bright hold in the sky, as the stars glittered around it. Next, the sun would rise again, slowly reclaim its place as the ruler of the sky, as the darkness turned to light. Then, the sun would shine for the rest of the day, against a blue the color of Jonathan’s eyes. Finally, the sun would tire, and begin to sink again, and the night shift would begin. Our song would continue on a different night. The sunset was our chorus, the repeating melody that held our song together. Everything else was extra verses, little things that added to chorus and made it stronger and fuller.Sometimes, the chorus would change, but it would always be there, because it was the highpoint of the song, the ****** of our story.The universe was the verses.The chorus was us.Together, dancing, free.
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And there are many millions, Even billions, Yet fate had her way, Crossing our paths the very day; Many months later, Chatted...texted, Friendship getting better, And we have talked! You're my highpoint, Of this year, You're so on point, My GingerBread dear, Jesus' older sister; Go on and have a great new year, Many magical moments, With absolute zero torments. #BirthdayVERSES >>> Adeola Ojo CEO Adehola Creations :D :D :D :D
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 7:30 AM UTC
The...friend-crossed.