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I Rather Enjoy Being Played

By different lovers I’ve been kept,
some skillful and a few inept.
I always respond, unafraid.
I rather enjoy being played.

A Spaniard picked me up one time.
His classic strumming was sublime.
Notes poured from me like a cascade.
I rather enjoy being played.

That man released me, and soon I
was picked up by a strange punk guy
who stroked me roughly. Though betrayed,
I rather enjoy being played.

My strings broke often from his touch,
yet thrilled was I by his thrum. Such
unique new tunes from me were made.
I rather enjoy being played.

His sister held me awkwardly,
but then she sang so beautifully
it mattered not my sound would fade. . . 
I rather enjoy being played.

She and her brother gave me to
some plucking fools without a clue
till an artiste came to my aid.
I rather enjoy being played.

He pressed my frets, this handsome boy.
My stings were vibrating with joy.
I climaxed with his smooth glissade.
I rather enjoy being played.

With him I hope to have remained
in years to come. His love’s unfeigned.
Although I know at times he’s strayed,
I rather enjoy being played.


for the Word Play Contest of Kim Morrison

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Happy Birthday Mary Duhart --Enjoy Your Special Day (Double Etheree Poem)

Great songs
On your day
In your own way
May your day be bright
Filled with special delight
Let your burning candle shine
From your yum cake royally dine
May your family and friends enjoy
Your birthday with a great poetess friend 

Now tell me the big number if you will
I will take it just like a sweet pill
Thirty-one and holding I see
Hope your day is full of glee
Wishing you more birthdays
Writing your own ways
Poetic thoughts
In great parts
Touching
Hearts

© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., 8/6/09
© All Rights Reserved

The Etheree poem was created about twenty years ago by an Arkansas poet named Etheree 
Taylor Armstrong. The poem consists of ten lines of unmetered verse. The lines may also be 
rhymed or unrhymed depending on the style of the author. The first line of the poem has 
only one syllable. Thereafter, each succeeding line adds another syllable. There is a total 
syllable count of fifty-five in the poem. The Etheree poem is similar to a Nonet poem with the 
exception of the 10th line and syllable count. The Nonet only has 45 syllables, which is 16 
shorter than the Etheree poem. One may get creative and write an Etheree with more than 
one verse. This may take the form of a Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, then 10, 
9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1; that is the style in which this poem is written.

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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short version-I Rather Enjoy Being Played

By different lovers I’ve been kept, some skillful and a few inept. I always respond, unafraid. I rather enjoy being played. A Spaniard picked me up one time. His classic strumming was sublime. Notes poured from me like a cascade. I rather enjoy being played. That man released me, and soon I was picked up by a strange punk guy who stroked me roughly. Though betrayed, I rather enjoy being played. My strings broke often from his touch, yet thrilled was I by his thrum. Such unique new tunes from me were made. I rather enjoy being played. He gave me over to a boy who makes my strings vibrate with joy I climax with each smooth glissade. I rather enjoy being played. With him I hope to have remained in years to come. His love’s unfeigned. Although I know at times he’s strayed, I rather enjoy being played. By Andrea Dietrich For nette onclaud's "Sound Madness Poetry Contest" This is personification of my favorite instrument, the Sexy Guitar!

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We'll Enjoy These Days

Whited again by a wintery mix
on this cold and bleak February morn;
it’s been nice, then again we get this
and we wonder how much more is in store.

We find it best to be content
as our fretting won’t change a thing.
Warmer days soon enough will be sent
and we’ll bask in the warmth spring brings.

As for the days that yet remain to us
of sleeping and white painted lands,
we’ll enjoy these days and learn to trust
that all good things come from God’s Hand.

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LET'S LIVE WORRY-FREE AND ENJOY OURSELVES

When stress and want are overwhelmingly unbearable,
survive by learning the simple steps to happiness...
why be another Onassis or Rockfeller and be burdened with anxiety?
I could have been a rich guy, having studied their money trade,
but would it have made me as happy as they must have been?
Wealth fulfills our many wants, not our special needs...
having more possesions doesn't make us any smarter or happier:
life's philosophy should be, " Let's live worry-free and enjoy ourselves! "

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THOUSAND PEOPLE ENJOY RACE

                                        Rider cracks his whip 
                                    thousand people enjoy race
                                    forced Horse leaps with pain 	
	









For contest:
Sponsored by: Dana'lynn Smith
Written by: bldevnath
11/01/2011	

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Please Enjoy (Spanish Lira)

I write daily with my heart
Capturing the essence of the chosen words
Hoping you become a part
Wishing you read and think that it’s not absurd
So I know to go out, making myself heard



SPANISH LIRA, Syllable count is, 7,11,7,7,11, Rhuming a,b,a,b,b,

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Why I Enjoy Writing Poems



Why I Enjoy Writing Poems... I often have a thought or two on my mind. And have written them in the expression of a rhyme. I’ve tried to write as I feel God has led. And try to do it in love, in what's written & said. At times, I “have stepped on people's toes.” This is not my intention— God really knows. If you've read a poem that I wrote. I hope you were encouraged with hope There’s a message that I pray comes across... "With Christ... all is not lost!" I’ve tried to write poems from my spirit. As an expression of how I live it. The words written are from my heart to you May they be a blessing in whatever you do! By Jim Pemberton

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Haiku's that I wrote while I was away. Hope you enjoy.

#haiku I imprint my heart . a fingerprint of my soul . the clay of your eyes #poem 



#haiku The delicate sound . a star makes when it twinkles . galaxy's whisper #poem 



#haiku I hear clear voices . resonating to my ears . my heart's fantasy #poem 



#haiku The shades of night fell . as curtains of the opera . Ending the act: day #poem 



#haiku Delicate detail . overlaying skeleton . disguising structure #poem 



#haiku Railroads of my thoughts . Locomotion of pulses . One to another 



#haiku Speakled mist in air . slowmotion movement between . scene to scene of town 



#haiku Nautical daydreams . her dress fluttering like sails . anchored to my heart 



#haiku Orange glow on ceiling . fades a dark eternity . these curious shades 



#haiku Yesterday's winter . a memory frozen for . tomorrows summer 



#haiku My heart is a time-machine . broken: out of order . doomed to the present 



If I was a fly, I would fly as high as I could, then just fall to the ground sniff 



asphalt glistens new . sparkling in the lamp-light . clean glaze of clear ice #haiku #weblit 



Let me tattoo her . heart and name onto my soul . to take on death's wings. #haiku #weblit 



Don't devour my words . try to reassemble my eyes . just listen to what's there #haiku 
#poem 



Adolescence leaves . individuality . a thing of the past #haiku #poem #poetry #weblit 



Water containing . starlight sprinkles from heaven . colors of cosmos #haiku #writing 
#writer #art 



If I could delete . All of the sins from my heart . What knowledge would go #haiku #poetry 
#weblit #lit 



A shot through the dark . a single shooting star leaves . memories of then #haiku #poetry 
#weblit #lit #literature #poems #poem #writing


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It gives me pleasure to see you enjoy your gifts

Know
Love
Lord

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