Paul Rees-Jones


  • Paul Rees-Jones

    Face in the Smoke. by Paul Rees-Jones

    There are creatures,
    Just behind,
    Slightly living,
    Slightly blind.

    Weaving circles,
    Of lost delights,
    In evening shades,
    Lost at night.

    You feel their whispers,
    On goose bumped a…

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    I Wish. by Paul Rees-Jones

    I wish I could hold a smile,
    Grab a thought,
    Or kiss a mood.

    I wish I could freeze a moment,
    Stop a flow,
    Or caress time.

    I wish I could see the invisible,
    Gaze at the sun,
    Or look …

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    The Door. by Paul Rees-Jones

    When I was young they talked of a door,
    Black as night from top to floor.
    There seemed to be nothing behind it’s wall,
    But sometimes I wondered about this dark stall.

    One night I decided …

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    Key of C (Cohen playing on mind.) by Paul Rees-Jones

    Sipping the mass market drink of choice,
    Leonard Cohen plays depressive notes so well,
    I flick my ash before the next deathly drag,
    Smoke floats
    on the wind
    around my head.
    I can’t help…

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    Delicate. by Paul Rees-Jones

    How delicate is life,
    A breeze can send it flowing,
    A rain can knock it down,
    A hand can hold it up,
    A love can make it strong.

    How delicate is life,
    So fragile in nature,
    So small in …

    108 words

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    Corners. by Paul Rees-Jones

    There are shadows,
    In the corners of my eyes,
    They taunt me with visions,
    I can’t see.
    Those shadows,
    Are but memories,
    Of lost loves and sorrow,
    Known only to me.

    There are colours, …

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    When I was Young. by Paul Rees-Jones

    When I was young I dreamed of flying,
    I dreamed of dragons,
    I dreamed of heros,
    I dreamed.

    When I was young I saw life through innocense,
    Through clear blue eyes,
    Through child’s filte…

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    Crazy Cat by Paul Rees-Jones

    So you silly cat,
    Meowin’ round the old grey mat,
    Calling out for for little treats,
    Pawing toes with little feet.
    Brushing up against my shin,
    Listening for the noisy tin.
    It looks as if…

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    Memory by Paul Rees-Jones

    I turn around,
    to see you,
    cause I hear you,
    calling my name.
    But when I turn,
    to see you,
    I see nothing,
    each time, the same.

    I run to you,
    to save you,
    cause I hear you,
    calling …

    113 words

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    Mr. Carton by Paul Rees-Jones

    You will understand if you have read a Tale of Two Cities…or seen the movie versions…I suppose.

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    Angels Smile by Paul Rees-Jones

    A glint,
    Of hope,
    A shard,
    Of light,
    A piece,
    Of happy,
    A sliver,
    Of truth.
    Today in heaven
    Angels cheer,
    For the child
    Who happened
    To make them smile.
    Not by laughter,
    Nor with …

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    Wind. by Paul Rees-Jones

    You take me,
    I feel you,
    all around me,
    Caressing,
    Holding,
    Your touch on my skin,
    Your push,
    Your pull,
    You are everywhere,
    and then nowhere,
    I miss you,
    My friend,
    You return,
    Fa…

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    Peace with Nothing by Paul Rees-Jones

    Sweet wonderment
    Aloof in mind
    Settled in harmony
    Nothing to find

    Lost in atonement
    Forever to need
    Sight lost in lonliness
    Of misplaced deeds

    Swirl with the righteous
    Bane of disg…

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    The Little Things. by Paul Rees-Jones

    Splashing in puddles,
    left by rain.
    Climbing high branches,
    of some old tree.
    The Squeeks and squeels,
    Of a rusty swing.
    The intense construction,
    in a box of sand.
    Going fast down a hi…

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    Traveling. by Paul Rees-Jones

    "So in you go, mind your head."
    The boxy woman said.
    "Don’t you worry little man,"
    As if this were a plan.

    Darkness grew all about,
    I heard some neighbors shout.
    Rumbling and grumling f…

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    One Child...please read... by Paul Rees-Jones

    One child cries out in the night.
    One child lives alone on the street.
    One child dies from hunger and disease.
    One child, one child, too many.

    One child dreams of warmth
    One child sleeps…

    180 words

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    Hollow Walls. by Paul Rees-Jones

    Suffering long my friend,
    too long for most
    too short for a lifetime
    invisible, i am
    torent raging in my head
    i see the backs of friends
    i see the loss of memories
    in hollow walls of pa…

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    The Woodsman. by Paul Rees-Jones

    Born from rot and wasted axe,
    Born from wet and age.
    This creature wrought from fallen tree,
    This creature full of rage.

    He who angered the spirit trees,
    Their magic they have shared.

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    Through the Portal by Paul Rees-Jones

    I can ssee you.
    I can ssssmile at you.
    But you can not sseee me.
    You ssmile through me.
    Thosse who I tell,
    Call me mad.
    But I sssee through,
    I sssee you.

    It sstarted with a haze,
    It …

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    I am a Father. by Paul Rees-Jones

    I am a Father,
    so do I shield their eyes?
    do I cover their ears?
    Hold hands so tight?
    Lie about this troubled world?

    Do I change the subject?
    Avoid at all costs?
    Feign a deafness?
    Pre…

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