Paul Pruett
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Far and Away, She Rose.A Poem by Paul PruettI find inspiration in the strangest places so often. |
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Katib al-IbarA Poem by Paul PruettThis is my first book of poetry. |
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SorrowA Poem by Paul PruettOne day I came home and found my roommate, Ron, bless his heart, sitting on the couch with a smile on his face. In my hand was a letter, from the Amh.. |
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My SihayaA Poem by Paul PruettThis poem is inspired by Frank Herbert's masterpiece DUNE. It is the name that Paul Muad'dib gives to Chani, his beloved wife. It means Desert Spring.. |
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InvasionA Poem by Paul PruettThis has been brewing, germinating in my mind for a while. I have tried several times to get this feeling down on paper. I think I succeeded. Hope so. |
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Dreams Of Lost LoveA Poem by Paul PruettThis started out as some prose. But I began to trim and cut here and there. I am fairly happy with the tone and feeling. What a meloncholy day. |
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Chances Are....A Poem by Paul PruettAnother brief time when the door to my soul opens. |
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Hear Me, O My Love, as I Cry Unto You.A Poem by Paul PruettThe Muse Graces me once again. |
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So Now Comes the AutumnA Poem by Paul PruettThe scent now flows on the breeze. Long are the orange rays of the sun. Shivering, wanting rest are the leaves on high. So comes now the autumn. .. |
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Room EnoughA Poem by Paul PruettI love being inspired. And the muse is so fleeting. She comes any time she so feels the need. Even at 1:30 in the Morning. |
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