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Some say my work's artistic
Some think my work is plain
Some say my work is brilliant
Some are convinced that I'm insane

Some have called me romantic
Some have called me a beast
Some go into great details
Some are brief to say the least

Some use fancy punctuation
Some capitalize everything
Some offer me hugs, even kisses
Some others are down right mean

Some feel things I'm writing
Some just cut and paste
Some make me want to dance
Some others are just a waste

Date: 11-2-14

Copyright © Three Penguins

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A FROG NAMED RIBBIT

I once had a frog named Ribbit
I was headed to school he croaked, "skip it"
I thought this is insane 
When my frog called me by name
I tried to tell others but they wouldn't hear it

So I went to a psychic to get advice
My frog interrupted and ask her real nice
Will I have happiness or sorrow
What will happen on the morrow
Show us that you're worth the high price

She said, Oh I see you with a beautiful lass
She'll be checking out your shiny green a--
Her eyes will be glued to you
Yeah, she can't wait to tear into you
You'll be on pins and needles in her Biology class

Contest: Carol's "Animal Alive"
Date:7-24-14

Copyright © Three Penguins

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A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana

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Did I Get Ya

What can I do to really make you SMILE? Maybe take off all my clothes,and dance around for awhile? Nudity is nature,but I don't believe it is for me With my privates hanging out,in the air flowing free Perhaps sing a beautiful tune,in a squeaky childish voice? It may sound kinda cute,but the melody won't be of everyones choice Or maybe write a beautiful poem,and whisper it to you But men wouldn't take it to fondly,so thats something I shouldn't do What if I left a comment on your poetry,letting you know your words got through? That probably wouldn't work either,because thats something I already do How about if I just yell "Hey you there,missy or chump!" Enjoy these last few words,while I now go take a dump Did I Get Ya? :o)~ Ha,ha SMILE! Dan Kearley:4-20-12

Copyright © Dan Kearley

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My Fair Maiden

I called upon yonder window That was up to high for me to be For my maiden gracefully sleeps there In her bed,beside the sea I asked her to come hither For her beautiful face I yearned to see Twas yawning in the morning dew As she slowly came to the window for me To my amazement came forth a ragged wench Whos hair was as raged as the sea With eyes that were burnt as nightposts To bloodshot and squinty to even see For this was not my fair maiden? Whos beauty would forever be But a drunken harlot who came hither That she spent the night with instead of me My heart now broken to pieces Wondering how could this tragedy be? For my maiden now sleeps with a harlot? Without the love that she once gave to me? My mind was now enraged So I dashed for the wrestling sea With thoughts of drowning this useless body That's no longer good enough for my maiden to see With water just over waist height And a large wave about to crash over me I heard a calling from yonder window Twas my beautiful maiden as I turned to see Her beautiful eyes in such distress Her beautiful hair flowing so care free Twas the beauty of my fair maiden That I had called upon yonder window to see For the thoughts that raced through my mind Evidently,weren't truely what happend to be For it was her promiscuous sister Who had come from the other side of the sea My heart now rebuilt with a sigh of love A large wave suddenly crashes over me The last thing I saw was my fair maiden As my lifeless body is carried out by the sea
DannyBoy:1-24-13

Copyright © Dan Kearley

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Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd


                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun


                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry


                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat


                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers


                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                      
                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates


                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

 
                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues








Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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Laughter The Best Medicine

Forty years of married life, the couple set out to celebrate
Fine dining beautiful wine, and a waltz with stumbling gait
Turning to her husband she demands for him to remember details
Quickly he answers, “Yes darling, your beautiful dress, my hat and tails.”

He walked beside her hand in hand she notices a tear drop that falls
Thinking he’s sentimental she demands to know what he does recall
Sighing wistfully looking at the stars he tells her, it was before they did wed
Your father had a shotgun, he said if I didn’t turn up I'd wish I was dead.

“Why do you remember that, is there nothing more romantic you can say?”
The virago of a wife demands more memories of the wedding day…
The husband sighs “He said he would send me to jail for forty years at the very least“ 
I just had a thought, if I hadn’t married you, tomorrow would be my day of release……


© 28/11/2012~GG~ 

Entry for Laughter The Best Medicine sponsored by Vie

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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You Are Beautiful

I don't care if you are inaccurate.
I don't care if you're a tomboy.
I don't care if you're an oval or a circle.
I don't care where you come from or what you were.
I don't even care if you have a coconut cream pie-in-the-face.
You are good.
You are perfect.
You are a princess.
And I will always love you.
Like you should love yourself.

Copyright © John Henry Galas

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I wanna be something

I wanna be something...

I wanna be a DOCTOR
I share the  factor behind not becoming a doctor
last four letters of ‘DOCTOR’ – ‘CTOR’, sounded as ‘Cutter’,
Cutter means to cut & I can't cut,
So skipped the decision of breaking the above nut.

I  wanna be an ACTRESS
I share the stress of not being an actress
when planets in a horoscope turn around, stars of a STAR  goes round & round,
Name & fame both don’t  sound,
So I forgot to be an Actress.

I wanna be a LAWYER
I share the reason why I couldn't be a Lawyer
If 'AW' letters in LAWYER by chance are out, it sounds as 'Lyer',
"Lyer" becomes 'liar', I donna  wanna be a liar, 
So I am not a Lawyer

I wanna be a BROKER
Broker means to break & that’s a big quake,
 added ‘STOCK’ to  ‘BROKER’
Funds started dancing like a Joker.



Rashmi Pawar
India/Pune
20/04/2015
rashp2012@rediffmail.com


Copyright © Rashmi Pawar

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something beautiful and strange

   'neath my family tree I found
something green and blue and brown
hatching out beneath my touch
that I love so very much
can you take it home tonight?
feed it soup and hold it tight?
I can't have it ,Heaven knows,
it wants to wear my sister's clothes
and dance around in town all day
and make confections out of clay
put it in a sachel bag
make it march and wave a flag
until it learns it must conform
it's just too different from the norm
and when you make it tow the line,
I'll take it home and make it mine.

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren

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Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Copyright © Dan Keir

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- All About Me - True Or Not True -


I have chestnut brown beautiful long hair..................it is not true
The green eyes I inherited from my grandmother`s cat
Always happy and have a nice trilling laugh...............it is not true
I hate being cold and have dense nose...............true
Do not like rainy days....but love the sunshine............that is true
I do not use high-heeled shoes, but should probably used it because I`m only 1.62 tall
I sing so beautiful when I`m in the shower...........not true
Caring, want everything that is good for others...........it`s true
I love chocolate and sweet babies...........yes, there is at least true
Are the angeles on the earth.............true or not true
A red "little woman" car..........it`s my own
If I see a sad movie, or I read something sad.......I cry a little......true
Husband, daughter,son in law,grandchildren and a big dog......that is true
I am me and I do the best that I can......................true again
If something is not quite right then it`s probably.......not true






                                  





27.05.2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

- Thanks for my 3rd place in the contest, Regina :) -

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

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Skin

You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez

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You ARE Beautiful

He claimed to be wise beyond measure, ancient and archaic.
Told me countless cliches like, "Life is what you make it!".
So I beat him senseless with his cane,
picking up his shattered remains,
and made from him the most beautiful mosaic.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks

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The Beauty Of Women

Women are a thing of beauty Created by God for man From their different hips,to their lushes lips Or the gentle touch of their hand They all have a way about them That I've noticed throughout the years They have tender hearts,and precious smiles With beautiful eyes that sparkle,when filled with tears But they constantly look at other women Though none will tell you that it's true From their styles of hair,to the clothes they ware It's a hidden secret that they all do Some will say that I'm wrong As they claim,"Hey that's not me" But I'm a man who has watched for many years And am now exposing the secret that I've seen Some of them are concerned about their weight Or possibly the droopiness of their breasts Or the stretch marks that may have appeared some where Along with menopause,PMS,and all the rest All I can say is we are men Who don't really notice most of those things You are all beautiful in your own special ways And you will always be a part of our dreams
DannyBoy:1-16-13 © Ha,ha.. :oP

Copyright © Dan Kearley

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Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore



Copyright © Reynaldo Mast

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Love is

What is that thing that is called love? 
Some people believe it is a gift from above 

Others say it brings nothing but pain 
Maybe it is a one way train 
When you take your path 
You could never go back again 

It may take you to the happiness door 
Or maybe make you taste life's sore! 

Maybe love is just like the rain 
You never know how hard it would be 
Or how long it would last 
Love could come so fast 
I mean love from the first sight 
Or it could take so long time 
to be meant to be.. to be so right 
Love could put you into darkness 
And could bring you the brightest light! 

Love is like the fire 
Such a mysterious desire 
But weather it is going to warm your heart 
Or burn your home 
You can never forsee it from the start 
You can never tell 
If It is going to lead you to heavens 
Or is it going to lead you to hell! 

Love could take you from the cold 
And make you feel so warm 
Love is like a rose 
Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm! 

Love could be like glass 
If you dropp it, it shatters 
And never be put completly back together 
But love can also be like porceline 
Never cracks & stays forever 

It is so strange 
How could such a small word hold so many contradictories? ! 
A small word but with so many question marks 
It is such a complicated feeling 
That confuses any human being! 

As for me.. I'm just a young little girl 
Trying to know what is love? ! 
Simply for me 
Love is like a white dove 
Flying so high 
Up.. Up in the baby blue sky 

So far for me to reach 
But If I only understand it 
To the whole world I would teach 

Love is so precious 
Love is a treasure 
Love is not cheap 
Love is when you can't fall asleep 
For reality is better than dreams 
And life is sweeter than it seams 

Love comes from the heart 
Not the brain 
You don't know when it starts 
You don't think about it 
You just feel it over and over again 

Love is not Just the saying of words 
But the giving of one self 
Love is caring 
Love is daring 
And most of All 
Love is sharing 

Love is not to live in fears 
Love is not a matter of counting years 
But making the years count 

Love is 
Telling, listening, understanding, 
Respecting the truth and never pretending 
True love does NOT have a happy ending! 
True love does NOT have an ending! 

Love.. some say it is blind 
But I say 
Love gives you a third eye 
To make it easy for you to find 
Who is worthy? ! !

Copyright © Kasra Mojahed

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell

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The Beauty Of Women- Continued

Well it was another one of those days Where the devil had come about I was trying to write about the beauty of women And the words just came right out What I was trying to say was their all beautiful to me And most men that I know would be sure to agree But the words that I wrote that flew out so free May have started a hate for me that I shall soon see Now I'll spend my days all alone,and affraid to leave this house For a woman might sneak up and try to strangle me with her blouse I should have never wrote those words because I'm a spouse And now my wife probably thinks I'm nothin more than a louse But what I was trying to say was somethin most men will all agree You don't need to always compare yourselves for it's something we all see Your shoes,your clothes,your hair,your nails, it all just drives us so crazy You all have your own beautiful look so please accept it and just let it be I never meant to degrade you in anyway or to cause you any alarm But the hits those words received seems like I may be heading for some harm So I ask for your forgiveness and please don't send out your women of arms Because I told the men in my neighborhood,and their quite handy with their charms
DannyBoy 1-17-13

Copyright © Dan Kearley

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The Two Women In My Life Who Are Big, Beautiful Reds

                                                                   1.
                                                             Kathleen

Firehaired love of my life;
She's almost all Cab, with a dash of Shiraz spice.
A deep and complicated, earthy wife
Who's ruby sparkle in the looking glass
Lingers long upon my vision, soft and nice;
The All-of-Her bouquet, I cannot pass.

                                                                     2.
                                                                 Susan

She may prefer to drink her Cabs,
But the red-maned lioness is pure Bourdeaux.
Her brightness fills a room, and quickly nabs
Away all weak indifference.
The complexity of her shines and glows;
The product of some special provenance.

                    These ladies make my life divine,
                    An enviable medly of song and wine.
                    They may well land on the "NO FLY" List,
                    For being such charming Terroirists.

Copyright © William Masonis

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On a Planet In Far Outer Space

On a planet in far outer space,
You'll find a familiar face,
The folk there you see,
Well they all look like me,
It must be a beautiful place.

Copyright © Sharon Smith

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who says

I wouldn't wanna be anybody else, hey 
You made me insecure, to me I wasn't good enough 
But who are you to judge When you're a diamond in the rough
 I'm sure you got some things You'd like to change about yourself
 But when it comes to me I wouldn't want to be anybody else
 I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me You got every right to a beautiful life, 
come on
 Who says, who says you're not perfect 
Who says you're not worth it 
Who says you're the only one that's hurting 
Trust me that's the price of beauty Who says you're not pretty Who says you're not beautiful, who says?
 It's such a funny thing How nothing's funny when it's you 
You tell 'em what you mean But they keep whitin' out the the truth
 It's like the work of art That never get to see the light Keep you beneath the stars Won't let you touch the sky
 I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me You got every right to a beautiful life,
 come on
 Who says, who says you're not perfect 
Who says you're not worth it 
Who says you're the only one that's hurting 
Trust me that's the price of beauty 
Who says you're not pretty
 Who says you're not beautiful, who says?
 Who says you're not star potential Who says you're not presidential Who says you can't be in movies Listen to me, listen to me
 Who says you don't pass the test 
Who says you can't be the best Who said, who said? 
Would you tell me who said that, yeah Who said
 Who says, who says you're not perfect
 Who says you're not worth it 
Who says you're the only one that's hurting 
Trust me that's the price of beauty 
Who says you're not pretty 
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?
 Who says you're not perfect 
Who says you're not worth it 
Who says you're the only one that's hurting 
Trust me that's the price of beauty Who says you're not pretty Who says you're not beautiful, who says

Copyright © prarthana shankar

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BEAUTY AND BIGFOOT

There was a Beauty who liked men hairy and strong
Happily she wouldn't have to wait too long
Went camping in the woods
There she found her sweet goods
Famed Bigfoot came calling all hairy and strong

Date: 4-28-15
Poet: Lyric Man

Copyright © Three Penguins

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VANESSA'S LIP

Vanessa was the campus beauty queen
and she'd set her brown eyes on me
Well it was love and lust at first sight
two love birds as happy as could be
Oh, Vanessa had such a beautiful body
just to look at her would make you high
And my mind was taking me to places
that were dangerous, I can not deny

By Thanksgiving I had bought a ring
traveled to West Virginia to meet her mom
Her dad had split when she was young
it'd been years since they had seen Tom
I was so excited I about wet my pants
Vanessa and me were finally at her house
This girl looked like Heaven's angel
in her sheer almost see through blouse

Up the stairs we stood at the front door
a final look and she winked with her lash
Her mom came and she opened the door
she stood there sporting a thick mustache
Filled with pure panic that I couldn't hide
I saw a coming hint above Vanessa's lip
When they went into the kitchen for tea
it was my chance and I gave them the slip

5-17-15

Contest: Tammy's "The Pigeon Who Flew The Coop"

Copyright © Three Penguins

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it is nice to write happy poems

it is nice to write happy poems
nicey nicey 
happy happy 
poems
that make the sky 
and everything around me
brighter 
and me 
and everything around me
much much lighter

Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI

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Beautiful Lies

That was the best; it’s never been so good 
You hid your light well and that is not good
You kept me on the edge up to the end
That’s the first time, on that you can depend.

I was so worked up, starting with this
I was anxious, this I so did miss
You did put it, where it needed to go
Right in the middle not too fast or slow.

What will I do, after this day of bliss?
It took you all day to toast and burn this
It was just right with all the runny cheese
Even the burnt bits, you know how to please.

I thank you so much for cooking my lunch
No honest I’m full I ate a late brunch.



27/12/2012 English Sonnet

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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My only good poetry

While preparing 1001 soups
For the last night of this year
        I wrote a poem,
My only good poetry, ready to win the 1st Prize;
But I dropped it in…Soup.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa

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Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.

Copyright © Sam Ruby

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I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.

Copyright © Sam Ruby

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Lisa Maree

Dedicated to my darling daughter. Lisa Maree, the kindest girl in the world


Lisa Maree

Lisa Maree, you baffle me
You just don’t seem to care
You throw your money all around
And people who won’t share
Will try to take you for a ride
And you can’t always see
What some folk try to do to you
You’ve too much trust in thee.

Lisa Maree, it’s plain to see
That you’re a special girl
Though sometimes you go off on one
And mind goes in a whirl
Your heart is gold, pure solid gold
You’re as soft as heated honey
You have a sense of humor too
You even think 'you’re' funny.

Some might find you hard to take
These fickle kinds of folk
Will run you down for being you
And treat you like a joke
But fickle folk don’t mean a thing
You’re far above the rest
When you are helping someone out
That’s when you’re at your best.

23 August 2013 @ 1817hrs




Copyright © Peter Duggan