Paul Rees-Jones


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    When I grow up... by Paul Rees-Jones

    When I grow up, I’ll look at you with wonder,
    Give my heart and finally surrender.
    Be the man you need, and never falter,
    Help you attain the happily ever after.

    When I grow up, I’ll walk…

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    Fallen... by Paul Rees-Jones

    Falling from clouds,
    Once far below,
    I fall through ice,
    Toward earth.

    Broken wings,
    Have failed my flight,
    Spiralling down,
    Too fast’

    Once I flew,
    Above the clouds,
    Never touchin…

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    Saved. by Paul Rees-Jones

    And I watch from golden tower,
    The maid of beauty’s light,
    Cast down from heaven’s alter,
    A feast for eyes to gaze.
    She comes to me on gossamar strands,
    Woven from her hair,
    A feast for t…

    115 words

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    Dreaming Nightmare. by Paul Rees-Jones

    Lost in contemplative guise,
    To separate the true from the wise,
    Apparently absent in meager quest,
    A jest for mindless men!
    Oh savour sweet innocense that binds,
    Never paying attention or…

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    Old Friends. by Paul Rees-Jones

    I knew you,
    You knew me,
    Apart and distant,
    We held a key,
    To each other,
    And the rest,
    This key unlocked,
    A hidden chest,
    That held the charms,
    Of those that cared,
    Held the hands,

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    Fishnet Predator. (erotic) by Paul Rees-Jones

    She sits on that stool,
    Fishnet legs crossed,
    The line seeming to go on forever,
    Enticing me.
    Those 3 inch heels,
    Dangle like a hook,
    On some sexy pole,
    Luring.
    Skirt barely covers,
    Hi…

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    Painted Picture. by Paul Rees-Jones

    If I painted a picture,
    Of colours in life,
    I would add a rainbow,
    To cover up the strife.
    I would paint a meadow,
    Of deep emerald green,
    Painted for barefoot walking,
    In love’s sweet ra…

    115 words

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    Voices. by Paul Rees-Jones

    And I hear the voices,
    Echoed across the sea of mind,
    calling to the frightened child,
    Left In Haunted memory.
    The call is like a whisper,
    That tries to comfort sick,
    Yet it echoes off th…

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    Fantasizing. (erotic) by Paul Rees-Jones

    I follow that line,
    that softest skin,
    that makes me wild,
    and hard.

    I follow that curve,
    of heaven sent hip,
    to a place,
    to call my own.

    I place my hand,
    on softest skin,
    feel th…

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    Untitled by Paul Rees-Jones

    In thoughtful prose,
    I see inner peace,
    As it floats out that window,
    On wings of dove,
    Like a gentle breeze,
    Away from the shackles,
    That bind me.

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    dreaming. by Paul Rees-Jones

    Soft is the kiss that falls on my lips,
    In dreams of blissful sleep.
    Warm is the embrace as I lay in your arms,
    Secure in lovely moments.
    For in my dreams I am loved by you,
    A life that di…

    81 words

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    Reflections by Paul Rees-Jones

    Reflections dancing,
    Drops of light on the water,
    Let’s me know beauty.

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    Somedays. by Paul Rees-Jones

    When i look up,
    I see no end,
    No light to guide,
    No walls to hold.
    I am in darkness,
    Alone and lost,
    Some days,
    Are better than others.

    When i look down,
    I see the depths,
    the tumbl…

    79 words

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    Sky (haiku) by Paul Rees-Jones

    Blind as lonely sky,
    Painted with honesty’s brush,
    Allows clouds to see.

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    Together (erotic.) by Paul Rees-Jones

    Hair cascades,
    Framing eyes,
    That sear through my thoughts.
    I lose myself,
    In vulnerable depths,
    Of want and need.
    I feel my way,
    Down her arms,
    Almost not touching,
    Soft.
    I hold her …

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    To Be Understood. by Paul Rees-Jones

    Once I met a girl,
    A woman, if you will,
    Who wore a smile of gold,
    Though plated.
    Her life seemed so good,
    Friends often envied,
    The perfect little dream,
    Imperfect.
    She always had smil…

    87 words

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    My words for you. by Paul Rees-Jones

    I feast upon the written word,
    I dine on verse and prose,
    I write as I breath everyday,
    My pen is food for mind.

    I live to share a thought or two,
    I bare my soul through fonts,
    I yearn …

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    Here to Hear. by Paul Rees-Jones

    I know you are forbidden,
    Like the apple in the tree.
    I know you are taken,
    That should be enough for me.
    But when I see you hurting,
    From moments unloved.
    I want to make you happy,
    As a…

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    Smiles. by Paul Rees-Jones

    I think about the smile of a child,
    Innocent in it’s giving,
    Honest in it’s pleasing,
    Pure in it’s forming.

    I wonder about a mother’s smile,
    Perfect in it’s gifting,
    Warm in the nurturi…

    88 words

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    Sand...Haiku. by Paul Rees-Jones

    Single grains of sand,
    Left to blow on the wind,
    Irritates the eye.

    13 words