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We Love Football...The REAL Kind

A Poem by Antoñyo

So, I return here to see a "We Love Football" poem and get excited only to learn that it wasn't American football. This HAD to be written afterwards.

Sometimes I Return

A Poem by Antoñyo

Just scribbling

My Morning Love

A Poem by Antoñyo

She awakens me each morning with her unique and gentle scent Her beauty precedes the first kiss which out-performs the last night s..

Random Beauty

A Poem by Antoñyo

Random is the artistwhen there's nothing else to saywhen no one seems to careor when there is no other wayThe quill or silk strokes comfortwhite whisp..

My Forever Valentine

A Poem by Antoñyo

A spontaneous piece to fit the occasion

Overnight Star

A Poem by Antoñyo

It feels so good to have you here you can relax, dream sweetly now no one’s ever gonna hurt you again No, there’s nothing to..

Where Are They Now

A Poem by Antoñyo

Where are they now The people that used to live here in the same place as I . People of heart who searched for the truest love an..

Full Circle

A Story by Antoñyo

10 Word Contest entry June 6-1/6-8

I Love To Watch Here Sleep

A Poem by Antoñyo

I love to watch her sleep This rare beauty plain to common eyes is a classic painting hung in my soul, stored away I love how she awakes Her smile i..

Alicia's Keys

A Poem by Antoñyo

On an old and dusty keyboardshe plays a song anewA sweet melody from the pastnow played for youWith words that slowly risein a distant placeand anothe..