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The Maid of Orleans

Reflecting in her garden sits a winsome little maid;
She holds a purple flower like the circlet that she made
And wrapped about her braids to grace her forehead like a crown;
Her thick and shining braids that are the shade of chestnut brown.
A soft and dreamy smile lifts her lips of cherry rose
As she so elegantly lifts the flower to her nose
To smell the rich and heady fragrance rising from its soul-
Upon this day in early May, her heart with joy is full.
But look! The heavens open wide, and joy is changed to fear,
For Michael the Archangel in the garden does appear,
And with him stand Saint Margaret and Saint Catharine, sent to seek
This girl of twelve, and in her frightened youthful ears to speak
Words form the Lord, of how someday, somehow, she'll have to save
Her native land, her land of France, from lying in the grave.
When in their bright angelic garb these saints to heav'n returned,
She knew they had been sent from God, her heart within her burned
With strong desire, with heaven's fire, to do her Father's will;
Her heart beats hard, while all around is silent, calm and still.

The years pass by, now seventeen, her hour is fully come,
And what is now but distant fancy, dull and throbbing hum
Will be her life, her joy, her pain; her darkness or her light:
For God and country, king and freedom, must, she must needs fight.
The chains of England must be broken, young prince Charles crowned:
A source of hope, of inspiration must for France be found;
For civil war rakes raging claws through weary, hopeless men,
Who fight and die, and sacrifice, and lose their homes again;
Their gardens, flocks and herds, and treasures, all are swept away:
With nothing left but life itself, and naught to do but pray.

God heard their prayer and sent her there for their deliverance,
To lead them on to victory through every circumstance
Of treachery or deviltry that loomed on every side.
Urged on by all the saints above and martyrs who had died,
She bound her armor to her body, helmet to her head;
A troop of eager soldiers to the Orleans siege she led.
Without a fear she faced the battle, banner held up high;
It filled each fainting heart with spirit, waving in the sky:
Unfailing, never falling, always standing at the fore,
And filling every weary soul with courage to the core.
Though wounded by an arrow striking close beside her heart,
She still pressed on to victory, she played her vital part.
The Maid of Orleans did her best, she held back not at all,
But risked her life at every turn to heed her heav'nly call;
She fought and bled and braved the beast until her king was crowned,
And even then she carried on, she traveled all around:
Each city gained broke off the chains of power-hungry kings,
Who killed to gain another's land, his citizens and things.

Alas! She met her fate at hands that should have helped her cause;
The countrymen she battled sold her to be judged by laws
And men that all disfavored her, yet still she firmly stood,
Proud head held high, two gleaming eyes; she answered best she could
Each twisted question meant to trap her clear but simple mind:
With wit and art she answered each; they really could not find
A cause for death, but death must be for such an enemy
The fate; who sees such visions full of vile heresy,
Of saints and angels revelating mortals with God's plan.
They also charged her with the sin of dressing like a man,
But it was of necessity she donned a soldier's guise;
For all throughout the war-torn realm roamed pairs of hateful eyes
Who did not heed a woman's cries, but did what pleased them best:
They killed or maimed or stained for life from eastern France to west.

So thus it is, not twenty years, they chain her to a stake-
The final chain that no amount of bravery can break.
Within her dress, hugged to her chest, she tucks a wooden cross;
The symbol of the Son of God, who faced such early loss
Of life, and like her was betrayed and mocked and led to die
Without a cause, without a crime, without a reason why.
Ten thousand people press around; she feels the burning heat,
As flames grow hotter, ever hotter- licking at her feet:
But on one thing and one thing only both her eyes are fixed;
Upon the figure held before her- on the crucifix.
And she is thinking of a time that seems so long ago,
When as a girl she used to sit and watch her garden grow;
She'd pick the purple petaled flowers, braid them in her hair;
Her life was simple, pure, and sweet, she hadn't any care
Until Saint Michael gave her calling to her way back then.
But if she had another life, she'd do it all again,
For God and country, king and freedom she could die this death;
And so it was that thus she died, and with her final breath
Her soul and body parted ways, and while her body burned,
Her soul went on to realms unknown, her soul to heav'n returned
Into the hands of He who made her, to the arms of Christ the Lord;
Who made for her a better body, more than just restored.
Here ends the troubles of this maiden, gone are jail cells dark:
Forever live the Maid of Orleans, known as Joan of Arc.



{Written by Isaiah Zerbst. For the first time published on October the 13th, 2014.}


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Deeply Hurt Love

Feet not up yet dreaming looking into the deep distant horizon screams
need to take turf in remembering howls across oceans mourning dream special wish

You would want a good fire tonight for sure ice stormy fierce cold cutting
out walking giant waves hitting of the shore thundering pounds lashing clash 

Today the wind fairly woke me up piercing wide eye opening vision
Then when I got home just felt ten years younger alive again one storm

Now that's a good omen laughing to myself carries one to the high Heavens
Must be the salted spray love mixed with sea mist smashes you to the ground love

New therapy go out to the sea front as gales howling with angry force break news
blowing giant waves crashing heavy of cliffs thundering roars echoes inside sad 

Wind spitting sea salt sand peppering the face in your hardened heart
hate remains your driving engine unforgiving hung up on the past 


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Let Go Of The Rope

Let go of the rope my tethered friend
Your holding on to a futile end.

For if you fall what’s the consequence?
But if never tried life won’t make sense.

And if you try and don’t succeed 
You just may find its all you need.

See God is in the nothingness
Where pain resides along with bliss.

Its up to us to find the strength
And see what all this life is meant.

So take a fall, get up again 
And leave that world of bogeymen.


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We Dream In Pink


In moments of silence, we dream in pink tranquility,
a blushing sunrise draped in rays of hope. The ability
to stand tall and then rise, soaring over the beast, shaded
below. Our memories of sickness and sorrow faded
until our tomorrows are crowned in wreaths of laurel.
We are survivors! The beast cannot shred our blooming floral 
spirits - our beauty, strength, resolve comes from our mother’s fight
in this long battle. We, who once walked alone, take flight
together on our promise to triumph in pink. We will leave
a legacy of unity to our daughters. We will not grieve
for the days before the noise in our heads became deafening. 
We will seize the pink skyline and savor the silencing   
of our fears. Prayers of hope will be heard across time and space
as the angels shout in Heaven. This is our fight! This is our race! 
The finish line waits, in our sight, on the blazing pink horizon… 


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders 
for the PINKTOBER ((Join The Fight )) Contest

**Dedicated to all the brave breast cancer survivors including 
my mother-in-law, Joan Saunders** 


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Death of a Knight

Blood surges through the deep gash in his armor
while the brave knight writhes in pain and cries in anguish.

The battle is over now and the knight drops hard to the ground
knowing that his life force is ebbing and his strength is waning.

With the battle finished the knight begins his final fight
with Death in his inevitable glory and result.

The knight’s blood now slows to a quiet trickle like blood tears
while key moments in his life flash before him lightening quick.

The knight finds his comfort in love of family and country;
this is a moment of solace as his body tightens in Death’s grip.

His blood now seeps into the ground itself and his breathing grows shallow,
and twilight moves to darkness in the knight’s final conscious thought.

The knight murmurs:  fighting, war, and duty to my king have been my life,
but now I must take leave of this mortal coil.

With that Death takes the Knight’s mortal body and the hand of God carries
his heavenly soul to everlasting eternity. 


Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 9, 2014) (Distich or Unrhymed Couplet)


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Sheltered Dreams Above The Clouds

Flying oh so high above the silhouetted trees
in stark of night salvation comes and floats me on the breeze.

I've sipped the sweet nectar of grace and laid forth all my dreams.
I'll likely fall but I won't fail,I'm nourished by moonbeams.

The light begins to filter through as dawn now beckons in.
The weary stars fade fast away and let the sun begin.

So goes the dance of sheltered wishes,destiny unspoken.
A painted sky will heal my soul and fix whatever's broken.

Tenderly I hold these dreams and see them to fruition.
Above the clouds are where they live awaiting love's nutrition.

Now every breath I draw will be succinctly mine to keep.
Eyes that see such dreams of beauty surely cannot weep.


written June 17th,2013
for contest "Above The Clouds"


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Courage

~Courage~ 
(Couplet) 


Day by day I have seen myself and you 
With courage fight in the darkness our way through 
I'll never quit and I know that I can be strong 
As I press my way ahead no matter what's so wrong 

I'll just continue in my mind with a song all along 
And always set my goals where I know they belong 
And here in my heart I try to go along with all His plan 
That we can do it I believe and just know that we really can 

I know that you have a bunch on your plate, your heart and mind 
But no matter what's around me be good or bad I try always to be kind 
So many losses in my life I've already gone thru, inside heart so much pain 
But through all this I know God and my faith has kept me and will keep me just sane! 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2015 


January.28.2015


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Admiral Lord Nelson

Blessed with ingenuity, he fought advancing tyranny
That stormed the sea in twenty-three  great warships sailing furiously.

That day, October twenty-first, saw Admiral Nelson at his worst,
As cannons roared, while gunners cursed. The times were changed, the tides reversed.

Lord Nelson, as an admiral brave with all his fleet defied the grave,
His native land and king to save:-- his life for freedom's cause he gave.

In but a half a dozen hours he humbled Europe's finest pow'rs,
And toppled Tyranny's highest tow'rs; yet Vict'ry found him crowned with flow'rs,

And not a place the crown to lay, on him, nor all who died that day
In sending Britain's foes away, across the stormy seas of grey.


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My Gun

I feel for the miserable day,
They try to take MY gun away…


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THE REVITALIZATION OF DETROIT, MICHIGAN

Abstrusely they spoke about things unknown. They figured she understood because she responded within knowledge given by the Lord. Never could she state what was meant. She countered innately. She rejoined her past. Her findings were that someone, other than herself, revamped yesterday. How does history repeat? Atrocious is this cruelty. What went before is not to be. However, a reality has formed from yesteryear. The future is a seed, which has matured profusely. Seething a lost is she who faces a breach in her memory. Neurological resources are their tool. The mind willingly enters this superlative institute. Reconsider what has been done because tomorrow has come. Reflect to divert to revitalize a city’s self-worth. ___________________________________________ Penned on September 06, 2014!


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THE BIRTH OF DEMOCRACY


1.
Once upon a very long time in the eleventh century B.C.
There was a king in, Athens, who ruled both land and sea

2.
To all was known as king Codrus*, a mighty warrior was he 
His enemies were much afraid in his kingdom once to be
 
3.
Yet, the Spartans** war declared and marched into Codrus’s land  
Wishing all Athens to burn down, nothing vertical to stand

4.
Codrus, saw the Spartans coming and his army he prepared  
To defend the holiest ground thus his city to be spared 
 
5.
First he sent to ask the oracle of God Apollo at Delphi*** 
To reveal to the king, Codrus, who the winner would be 

6.
God at once the answer gave: “The victor of war would be
The city of which the King is slain" that’s the way to be free
 
7.
Codrus, was much determined his beloved Athens, he to save
Thus his kingly clothes took off, went the enemy to brave 
 
8.
To Spartans the oracle was known, to their soldiers gave orders 
No one to hurt king Codrus, else they had to leave the borders

9.
Codrus, as a peasant soon was dressed, ax in hand was he holding 
As he approached the Spartans’ camp, his fury was fast unfolding
  
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Spartans, him, didn’t recognize and with a sword they cut him down 
But then saw that the king was he, wrapped inside that filthy gown 

11.
Instantly their camp the Spartans broke and left that same day
To return to Sparta their city and found themselves at bay   

12.
The Athenians then decided, by no means, a new King  them to find 
For none would love his land As Codrus did, with all his heart and mind

13.
This the way democracy**** was born, some thirty-one centuries ago
When Athenians, the King’s powers passed to people, by only a single law


© Demetrios Trifiatis
   12 OCTOBER 2014


*Codrus (in Greek, Kodros) was the last of the semi-mythical Kings of Athens that ruled between 1089-1068 B.C. He is considered the finest example of patriotism and self-sacrifice. This is his story!
**The most powerful states in ancient Greece was Sparta and Athens..
During the time of the Spartan invasion of Athens territory in 1068 B.C. the Spartans consulted the Delphic Oracle, who prophesied that their invasion would succeed as long as the king of Athens was not harmed.
***At Delphi was the temple of Apollo, son of Zeus! One of Apollo’s duties was
To reveal to humans his father’s Will. The Greeks of old were doing nothing 
unless they were consulting Apollo who was the prophet par excellence.  Once 
Apollo was giving his reply the Greeks obeyed it to the letter!
****Democracy is the combination of two words: Demos and Cratos . Demos means the People and Cratos means Power so Democracy means Power to the People.




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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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A soldier's friend

Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat

You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound

You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan

Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame

Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar

That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole

I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand

To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere 
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare


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A Shaft of Light

There, within the sinister forest of despair he stood
Numb, lost as to what next to do

Before him lay a pathway to where…so unclear
As an empty feeling grasped his psyche, instead 

Being a man, in subtle silence he bled
And in solitude made plans his heart held

Many boulders, stones lined the way
Soon became craggy mountains meant to stay 

With blind faith, his gradual steps moved him to find
A future yet unseen, yet vivid in his mind

Soon, his eyes widen as he watched the fading night
As slicing through dense thicket arose a shaft of light
~*~
02/13/13 


 


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DON'T WORRY - YOU'RE COVERED

Copyright © 2013
07/27/2013

Politicians' greed seems to hover
  Over our lives, a simmering cover

Separation of Church and State?
  Satan planned mankind's fate

As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
  Over their land like locusts do cover

The faithful do not fret what is hovering
  By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering

Our leaders refuse to make a deal
  When enthralled by Satan's Will

Politics, and selfish greed
  Failing our Nation's need

Obama-Care, a change that's fair
  Or, struggling against Satan's lair?

But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
  Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
  



by: LP
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
         25 Sep 2013  - 8:13pm


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This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen

Always swimming against the current, traveling a path that wasn't clean
A Pandora's Box of past experiences...This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen
I remember when in grade school/sad at home/and fewer friends
In the throes of a shattered childhood...into the abyss this youth descends
Reading, Writing, and some Arithmetic, it was The Three R'S which kept me sane
Yet, in my psyche a storm was raging; nimbostratus and soaking rain...
By junior high much more than wretched/abuse endured would set the tone
Dark Midtown blocks, a hustler's playground...those streets of pain I walked alone
Things were done, it's called survival, deeds mostly wrong but, sometimes right
Only God above could Love me, a desperate child who sought The Light
I knew boys who sold their "manhood", a tragic fate, they sold their soul
Forty Second the eighties quicksand, and many kids were swallowed whole
Ingest these words of tribulation/I freebased when just sixteen
By nineteen on crack and fiending...This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen
Chasing the cloud, yes, on a mission, losing sleep to find the drugs
Looking for hits, but, finding nothing/a thousand specks on darkened rugs
Then came prison/another nightmare/just twenty six/a second bid
Introspection/ineffable loneliness to pay for all the things I did
Striving hard to avoid all conflict, encountering things that made men fear
I went so deep within my spirit; no one could ever hurt me there
Adult years of daily suffering/teenage times that weren't serene
Still, several Blessings amongst the hardships....This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen


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Mythology of Fire

In the beginning thus Prometheus who loved mankind
Stealing fire from the Gods of Mt Olympus 
Then to Earth he did resign
Man marveled at fire’s glowing light
Finding comfort from its warmth at night
Rocks which surrounded the campfire pit
Melted their metals into the ashy spit
Man’s observant brilliant idea dawned
A forge a hammer a chisel and a spear
Once ferocious King of the beast who roared death
 Learned to tremble with fear
Bellows of goat skins did man blow across the red hot coals 
The white hot warmth thus saturated the metal into hammer and fold 
Pound the copper beat the tin-
So man did master the fire therein
Shields and weapons- tools and blades 
Due the love of Prometheus made friend
We the man did gratefully accept
To Prometheus we are in his debt
And for his trouble did Zeus make plain
To steal from a God is unforgivable and disdain


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White-Knuckled Courage

I've reached the other side you know.
Daily my cheeks are aglow.

White-knuckled courage is my pride.
I paid my dues and took the ride.

The fog has lifted from my heart.
I've been given a brand new start.

I fought my demons-took them down.
A smile's replaced that lowly frown.

When times are rough and hope is lost
I'll not forget what doom has cost.

White-knuckled courage is my pride.
Brought me through to the other side.

The pale white moon glows on this earth.
Finally I'm happy about my birth.

Laughter and love shall follow me.
I'm blessed and fortunate as can be!


written January 5th,2014


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Given It All

The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.

The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.

He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.

The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.

The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.

A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.

Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.

Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.


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A Girls Night Out

On a girls night out, without any guys
She dressed real sexy, showing off her thighs

I couldn't stop looking, I must confess
Admiring her form, enhanced by that dress

Dancing with friends, she exuded comely grace
If she was shy, she revealed not a trace

Passionate moves, made my temperature rise
Hers the embodiment, of bedroom eyes

Gathering my courage, I took a chance
Making my way over, I asked her to dance

She said "So sorry, I'm here with my friends
perhaps a coffee, when the evening ends."

I gave her my number and walked away
Wishing in that moment that I could stay

When the girls night ended, our night began
That sexy woman, made me feel like a man



For Darren Watson's "Girls night out contest."



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WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


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Maybe it's too soon

We speak words of wonder
We speak words of doom

We wonder why we fight again
Maybe it's too soon

We have thoughts of beauty 
We have thoughts of technology

Our thoughts are disrupted by the constant technological barrage 
Ironically the ideas that created this technology were applied in a garage

Not in a fancy office with a worlds worth of knowledge just a click away
The thought was that this technology would help us evolve as a race

It has in many ways however it's stagnated many lives
With the ease of technology today the general public have closed their eyes

To the corruption that runs rampant in so many forms
To the possibility that we can rise above the norm

The situation isn't hopeless
Just start to think about this


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The Boy Pilot-

Reporters waiting at the blocked off air- strip,
to get photos of the boy wonder at the end of his trip.
Around the world in his hot air balloon,
from Anchorage to Cameroon.
Picking up treasures from every land,
grizzly bear claws, and feathered bands.
The air ship lands while the crowd cheers,
The door opens , and the boy pilot nears.
“Will you make a statement?”, they want to know,
“What have you seen , and where did you go?”
I travelled wherever the wind blew me to,
met people , went places, that I never knew.
So, I have many tales to tell ,
of the wonders I have seen,
many stories to be written,
And I am but fifteen.


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Candle's Single Shaft of Light

Erie sounds cry from the blackness of night
Dark clouds casting shadows over tonight's moonlight

Stumbling down an unfamiliar path I wind
Among obstacles challenging both body and mind

A wrong path taken, will I find home?
Or spend a night among nothingness alone

Then in the distance I see a single shaft of light
A candle in the window, everything's all right!

©Donna Jones

2-9-13


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How Many Times

How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down,
Over and over, you’ll be found,
How many times will I just pray,
For all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.

How many days go quickly bye,
How many birds sing when they cry,
How many cherubs fight for you,
How many angels dance the blues,

How many demons tried to take,
How many stripes for our mistakes,
How many times could I confess,
I never loved you any less
I never loved you any less.


How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down
Over and over, you’ll be found’
how many times will I just pray,
for all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For DRS


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I PURSUE MY BLESSINGS

I PURSUE MY BLESSINGS On this voyage that I travel, I seek. Treasure is to be found by me. Many miles away I must go to fulfill my soul. This journey I have chosen will end soon. I will treasure the memory the knowledge found. Many miles away I must go to fulfill souls. I am not tripping because I am expeditious. The crossing I chance is for riches. Many miles away I must go ambiance call. I have trek in South Africa. I roamed in the West Indies, etc... Many miles away I must go to prefect. I wandered far and wide. I found a life fortified. To flaunt the blessings I have found. Equipped to conquer more, I am satisfied, thus far. Many miles away I ponder. My rewards are humongous. The world knows. Wealth is shown. Many miles away I treasure hunt. A job well done! _________________________________/ Sponsor: Roger Horsch Contest Name: Many Miles Away Entry Date: March 29, 2014 Date Written: March 29. 2014 Motif: Many miles away


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TOGETHER

I would never write poetry to compete.
      I write poetry to express me.


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The modern super hero

Made up super heroes we're taught to love
Made up archetypes we watch get rough

We cheer on as they dispense justice
We've stopped questioning why we idolize this

As our heroes have become more brutal and more violent
We've become more detached and less present

We're passing our degradation of what it means to be a hero to the next generation
They won't be impressed until it's more violent, bloodier, the next super brutal sensation


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SILENCE BESTILLS THE NIGHT

written 20th may 2013



As the world shuts down
 lavish ladies put on their gown

Rest comes, as they comb their hair
 while others, fight the midnight air

All living lives, they had exactly detailed
 not a thought goes out, to those who failed

Homeless man...where was his fall?
 can any of you see or care, that no one heard his call

One moment...one tiny second, it's lost
 the next one to fall....could be anyone's cost

Be wise, and look to the skies
 for he is the one, you need to recognise!


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STRONG WILLED

I've been held back for far to long,
now it's time that I just move on.

I will try to make it on my own,
right now my future is still unknown.

I live every day in constant fear,
of what lies in store or troubles are near.

I have to be strong and hold my head high,
because so far in life all I want is to die.

It's not going to be easy but just wait and see,
just what I become and who I will be.



                 WRITTEN FOR THE 5 MINUTE CONTEST
                           May 12,2013

                       Colleen Marie Bono