Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson Poems

He cried, his tears flowing freely for a love he had lost.
She lay on her bed, and did weep, tears now staining her makeup covered cheeks.
Little boy setting in front of the TV, laughing at the cartoon show, oblivious that his parents had drifted apart.
She wipes away the tears, goes and cleans her face, like nothing ever happened to cause discourse in her heart.
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I watched him as he removed his shirt,
that hunk of loven, James T. Kirk.
So young, and fine, oh what a man,
my lustful brain did concoct a plan.
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As the Sun set, my heart did rise,
the stars shined within the skies.
The clouds so beautiful began to flow
trees began to shake to and fro.
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Walk with me my dearest one. Take my hand, and I shall lift thee into my caring arms.
Let me hold thee against my heart, my body, my mind.
Sweet light that once shined, why now do ye fade?
Wind light, sweet smelling, and warm, surround my love, so that she might feel safe once again.
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When the little boy lays down one night, he said a prayer so sweet, and bright.
He said to, God, up in the sky;
'God, bless daddy, mommy, and me.
If I've said or done any wrong,
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Kiss me as if the world were brand new, as though we were, Adam, and Eve,
take me on a journey too places unknown, and hold me close to thee.
Touch my hand, and caress my thighs as you whisper into my ear,
tell me all the things that I so desire as your lover I would love to hear.
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I adore thee my angel, ye I hold dear to my heart.
let not time sweep away our love, never shall our love depart.
sing for me my sweetheart, sing loud and clear, so that I may hear thine voice, the voice I hold so dear.
Kiss me my darling, kiss me soft and sweet,
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You're walking to the library late one night,
rushing to drop` off the Stephen King, book you borrowed.
The street lights shine, but not too bright.
A flash of lightning, thunder in the distance.
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The sun is so beautiful, and bright,
oh how I long for you each night.
When it rains I don't get blue,
I close my eyes, and think of you.
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(This poem was inspired by the movie star actor, Sylvester Stallone, and his eldest son, Seargoah, who is autistic)
They dub me as retarded, say I know not what goes on,
my parents look at me, and say I'm sorry son.
You say I'm in a world of my own, a very sad child,
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