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Closer

    The sky resembles the robin's eggshells
                                                      scattered across the ground,

a blue so seemingly infinite                     yet fragile,
cracks running between understanding and madness
 
       complementing each other

as divine truths in their own right
to conquer my mind,
to unhinge the doors,
making it unnecessary to pick rusted locks

      letting thoughts fly free,
                                       releasing love out into the horizon.

If frozen within caged snapshots of mildewed expectations,
      it will surely die,
                 but even so,
  I was willing to strangle it by holding on too tightly.

    
    Until I saw the sky and eggshells today


      Peppered clouds reflected on the water,
                                            paralleling speckles on the eggshells,
                                    remind me of the freckles on your face.

  We need to be wide-open-free,
                                                we need to fly,
         without focusing too hard on shells of yesterdays.

We need to unclench our fists,
unclench our tongues,
explore the vast blue peppered sky 
                                                 
                                                      on wings of letting go....

 so that we can once again feel with purity,       
 so that we can hold each other ever closer.







05.24.12

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012


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MAGICAL MOONLIGHT - A PANTOUM

I watch moonbeams dance on an inky sea Clouds drift on by, oh how the moon does shine Moonlight shadows always fascinate me This ever-changing scene is so divine Clouds drift on by, oh how the moon does shine As I stroll down to the sea late at night This ever-changing scene is so divine Stars are twinkling, giving celestial light As I stroll down to the sea late at night I’m captivated by such stunning skies Stars are twinkling, giving celestial light Until the morning sun begins to rise I’m captivated by such stunning skies Moonlight shadows always fascinate me Until the morning sun begins to rise I watch moonbeams dance on an inky sea Contest A Pantoum - A poet’s Choice. Sponsored by Eve Roper 22~03~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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Changing Sky

Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed
Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
And now it's time to listen,  to what the moon will say

Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
We'll watch the sun dip gently,  in the cooling twilight air
And now it's time to listen,  to what the moon will say
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair

We'll watch the sun dip gently in the cooling twilight air
Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide 

Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide 
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb

Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb
Enclosing us within the change,  of shadows of the night

So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
Enclosing us within the change,  of shadows of the night

Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed...


____________
6//26/13

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013


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Gone Forever

Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.

The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.








Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both 
versions of the poem.


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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Beneath October's Sky

red flames of desire as I hold my lover close. . . the sky has caught fire

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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Kindred Spirits

~(tanka haibun)~


    Awakened from my walking reverie by movement ahead, I spy a Red-Tailed Hawk perched upon the wrought-iron railing of the flood-wall. The hawk is regal, stoic beauty. I stop walking in hopes of urging the bird of prey to stay its perch. It does, filling me with a sense of relief. I wonder why it let me get so close; if it was my calm, thoughts-up-in-the-clouds, meditative stroll that somehow rendered my thoughts and steps silent enough to catch the bird unawares. We eye each other, a bitter gust of mid-winter wind blows against my face; ruffles the back-feathers of the hawk. I am overwhelmed by a sensation how the two of us know exactly what we are, who we are, what we are supposed to be doing overall, but we are presently caught in a moment of unknowns, letting these unknowns erase the lines that keep us separate -- beast from human. 
I take a step closer, causing the hawk to finally alight, and I am struck by its vibrant feathers adding a dash of colour to the surrounding monochromatic grays. 
The hawk flies only a short distance ahead before landing on the railing again, so we re-enact the scene of this play. I come closer, closer, closer, until the hawk lifts up, flies a bit further along the river-walk, before landing again, until eventually it probably decides, that indeed, this human is going to traverse the entire path, for the hawk flies up into trees located further ahead. As I walk past the trees, the hawk launches out of an evergreen, with twigs in its talons. The bird flies over the river; a river made tumultuous by ice-melt.

in Winter's gray light
a Red-Tailed Hawk paints the sky 
with its feathers,
my soul lifts, follows the bird
over an ice-gorged river

The hawk lands on the base of a church steeple, and disappears behind an ornately carved corner. It appears as if the steeple is attempting to pierce the snow-clouds with its tip, trying to tear gashes in the sky, until spring blue bleeds into gray. On this Tuesday afternoon, does the church seem personified because it is devoid of Sunday parishioners milling in and out of its thick wooden doors? No matter how hard the steeple tries to break-apart the clouds, the grand sky dwarfs the church, causing it to look like a toy model. The church fluctuates between looking like a miniature-scale model, and an architectural feat.

with defiance
the steeple pierces clouds
looming overhead -
the snow-laden clouds
make the church appear small

Passing the church, I find it ironic how today the church is empty inside, yet on its steeple and roof-lines, countless animals are nesting, making this House of God their sanctuary. Slowly making my way home, I ponder about the hawk, how it is not only a predator amongst prey, but a predator amongst predators -- it flies around in plain sight, yet also hides right in the middle of the city. Coming up to the path leading to the back-door of my home, I scan a small trail of footprints in the snow. The footprints vary, but all are familiar to me. 
It is at precisely this moment that I fully acknowledge the Red-Tailed Hawk and I to be kindred spirits; how similar we really are.

the path leading home
is a winding snowy trail
of few footprints,
for only my loved ones know
where I truly live



.

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2013


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A Blanket of Stardust

“Stardust is falling!” I heard my son cry, his small precious face looking up at the sky. “Stardust?” I echoed, and thought how my son had such a vivid imagination. “Yes, Mommy. Look!” he said, taking my hand. He led me outside; the sky I then scanned. I felt an enchantment, for what did I see? Myriads of stars shone down brightly at me. And the harder I stared, the more that it seemed the heaven above was like something we dreamed. The sky was a forest, and each star - a tree - was blazing in splendor against ebony. A celestial wildfire spread there overhead. “See, Mommy, see?” my dear child then said. No dust falling down from those stars did I see, but his eyes now looked downward ecstatically. When I followed his gaze, my shock was so sweet. A blanket of stardust I found at our feet!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012


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Summer

       summer's lavish brush
canvas stroked in billowed swirls…
    daydreams framed in blue 

           -16 Jun 2014-
             David Mohn

Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2014


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The Ferris Wheel

I can't describe just how I feel,
when I go round on a Ferris wheel,
the lights, they shine so bold and bright,
above the carnival grounds tonight.

My mood is uplifted into the air,
as my heart beats without a care,
I feel so free, as if I could fly,
with nothing between the ground and I.

The cool night wind flows in my hair,
the people look so small, way down there,
I hold my breath as I go over the top,
a feeling, surreal, I don't want to stop.

As fear escapes and I enjoy the ride,
I can't help but look down, over the side,
I am up among the stars and the moon,
an exciting feeling that ends, all too soon.




Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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Kiss Mark of the Sun


When the sun sets and says its sweet goodbye,
It leaves an immense kiss mark on the sky,
A promise that it’ll return tomorrow,
To take away all our fears and sorrow.

Its kiss mark is dappled with lavender,
Birds hover above  to feel its wonder,
The silhouettes of mountains and the trees,
An art of prosperity, joy and peace.

Its kiss mark is in hue of pink and red,
A fiery love of God sent with roses,
Feel its tranquility and its warmness,
Panacea on worries that come ahead.

Crimson sky is the kiss mark of the sun,
A dazzling beauty since the world  begun.

May 19, 2013


First Place
Contest: Crimson Sky
Judged: 5/19/2013
Sponsor: Poet Skat

First Place
Contest: Your Best 2013
Judged: 1/7/14
Sponsor: My loving greatest poet, PD

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013


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Rainbow Skies

What would skies be without the mist,
Clouds colored by the dawn, sun kissed?

Such splendor rising pink and blue,
Lavender, silver, gold spun too.

Their shapes float softly through the sky
Cast in hues of Apollo's eye.

Gold, contrasts birds in silhouette
While dawn shines through their misty wet

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015


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Riding Horses with Dad

I weave through the rocks of a rough winding trail
Up through the boulders and sage
Following a ridge to the top of the hill
I'm a young girl, who's coming of age

I am sitting astride a strawberry roan
My Dad rides ahead in the haze
Climbing the crest, they're sure-footed, and know
a place to take rest, where the horses will graze

The clouds pass over, like ships setting sail
Casting shadows on the valleys below
The sky wears a palette of rose colored, pale
Our pace resumes, quiet and slow

Our voices are silent,  all our words have been said
Just a whisper of bird wings, and a wisp of the chill
Our thoughts take our eyes, to a sun, scarlet red
Where it soon disappears, far over the hill

My Dad goes ahead, and has taken the lead
Lost in a mist, our eyes try to see
My mare tries to follow, and everything blurs
We continue our climb,  to reach forest timber
Are those voices we hear, or birds in the air?

Up he goes on the trail, on his faithful old steed, a dream, fading into the clouds..
He is smiling, my Dad,.. on his red sorrel mare

         .......while I stay behind to remember







_________________________________________________

6/19/2009












Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009


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Cassiopeia

She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.
 
Wrists raw with redness of eternal scars,
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars.
 
Cursed by Poseidon, she'll never be free.
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods,  
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea.

She wallows in shame, so lovely and flawed.
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns,
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods.

Jailed by nighttime, her weary soul mourns,
Weeping for freedom that will never be. 
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns.

Pinned there forever, unable to flee,
She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Weeping for freedom that will never be, 
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.

Five little stars
Represent her fate
Can she see us staring?

*Based on the mythological story of Queen Cassiopeia and her constellation

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012


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A Silent Prayer


On silky sky, a silent prayer for God and love and stars live there. In light of sun and milky moon, in depths of dark and crests of dune, where sunlit gems meet farthest seas, where rainbow’s hues meet gentlest breeze, to love on high His majesty, to fully bask in His glory, to greet the clouds and welcome rain, to hear the joy in thunder’s refrain, to know this love resides within, so once closed hearts can share, opened. A silent prayer on silky sky becomes a song to God on high.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014


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Great Spirit, Hear Me

Great Spirit, Hear Me


Oh Great Spirit, voice I hear in my dreams
 maker of lakes, mountains and streams
            Hear me.

I ask as one of your children 
I seek food for family I must feed
 Slow the deer that I may find
 Send my arrow true to its mark
 Great Spirit be in this so kind

Let me hear the forest praise You
The morning sun obey your call
The Sky water our lands 
That our tribe may not fall

Your voice, wisdom and strength 
hidden in the trees and the rocks
Give my days greater length
That I may care for my family

Oh Great Spirit, life to live
  send your voice in the Wind
  food for our children to eat
Show us the beauty in your making.

Robert J. Lindley,  10-19/2014

Native American prayer.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014


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Blossoms and Bubbles

Effervescent laughter blows over vales
then falls soft to glaze new blooms posed genteel.
Gracious stems lift smiles to foamed skies surreal,
riding on sunrays of shimmery sails.

Splendid dreams bubble up from blossoms bright,
a sparkling scene as petals parade ‘round.
Cushioned on spring breeze, love waits to be found;
warm thoughts of you fly then burst in midflight.

Light bubbles join hands to soar through puffed clouds
winking at flowers in latest spring styles.
Their joy christens lands once silent for miles;
orbs popping with flair in breath’s blooming shrouds.

Laughter lifts skyward, an aerated tale,
of bubbles blown high above blooming vale.

3/25/15 for Olive's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest      

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015


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Fall Sunset

The fiery orange glow reminds me
The dusk sky is beautiful tonight
Will light the jack-o-lantern early
Crisp air encourages hugs just right

Your smile in the soft light warms my heart
Like joyous rapture entwined with you
The peace I feel radiates in part
The grand celestial displays in view

As the sun departs it's light in kind
All night creatures appear, bats and such
World within a world, under a vine
Snuggled close our hearts, hands and souls touch

Sunset sky in fall air, crisp and cool
That huggly, snuggly season of ghouls!

For the sonnet contest--revised

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010


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Inspired by Gaia


Rays of sunlight awaken and skies of sapphire inspire, when mother lies back with eyes veiled, breathing out life and breathing in spirit. She is the fertile earth and boundless sky. She glides through eternity, rising and falling. Her hair, once the color of midnight, now shines silver like beams from the full moon, and the stars encircling her, illuminate creation, igniting dreams and enchanting sleepless nights. As we, who no longer walk barefoot upon the earth, busy ourselves, forgetting to lift our eyes in witness to her majesty and her beauty and her grace. Our hearts still beat in unison with her essence. Beneath the stars, we walk upon the same dusty earth as our ancestors. The sky rumbles all around us with echoes of the past, and in stillness, she feels the knees of the forgotten pressed against her chest giving thanks for her nurturing breath. 


spirits veil her eyes -
drifting through sapphire sky
constellations align
 


*Haibun form inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet’s Gaia 
(for Debbie Guzzi’s Free Verse, Prose, Haibun Contest, 11/1/2014)  

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014


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When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.

Copyright © Tyler Knapp | Year Posted 2012


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Smoke Rings

      Smoke Rings
If she wanted to stay he would make her a place,
for he loves ev'rything that she is,
and he'd willingly give all the world and the stars
for her love--if they only were his.

But he likes it alone, and in silence he knows,
if he wants, he can talk to the moon,
or hear voices at bars, or the children he loves,
and if wanting to go--he'll go soon.

Or to stay if he choose, for the night is still young,
but she's there, and he's wanting to say
all the words in his heart--but he's holding them back
and the night is much colder than day.

So he goes to someone who's no danger to ways
though he smiles, he is really not there
and he wants to forget, but he wants to live on,
if she stays or she goes, he will care.

And the one he is with, sees the love in his eyes,
and she knows it's not hers anyway,
but the ones' who was late, and the one who will go,
and the one he will never let stay.

If he asks and she stays, he'll go off the deep end,
and he knows she loves silence--as he;
and she stays for a while, til the silence is deep,
and the end is the end that must be.

But she looks at the floor when he wants her to see,
and she goes when he wants her to stay,
but the words are not there, and he watches her go,
with the thought that it must be this way,

but he smiles in his heart--for he's known her at least,
and he's loved--and has found love is good,
and the end that he feared, he prevented in life,
though he wonders if he ever should.

And the journey is long--he'll look back on her face,
and he'll think, many times, there it goes!
and he'll always regret; for it's always alive,
and she's part of his life, and he knows.

And the others who see--feel the same for their own,
and they wonder why he doesn't try,
but it's smoke rings they see; or a bird in their hand
that is wanting to fade in the sky.

And the sky will embrace ev'rything in the end,
and the things that we see are a mask,
and the smoke rings that fade to the will of the sky
are in love--and the sky didn't ask.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011


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The Golden Hour

Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.
Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's 
dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside each ear
A bare-chested Apollo cycles in low-slung shorts.

Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's, 
my ardeur imagines eyes a molten sapphire blue.
A bare-chested Apollo cycles in low-slung shorts,
calves taunt, thigh muscles pumping, a true stallion.

My ardeur imagines eyes a molten sapphire blue.
surely, the night sky is less beautiful than your eyes,
Legs with calves taunt, thigh muscles pumping, a stallion,
lovely man-child, whose dreams will you soon make true?

Surely, the night sky is less beautiful than your eyes.
Dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside each ear,
lovely man-child, whose dreams will you soon make true?
Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011


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He is the Night



He winks as the moon winks. His eyes twinkle as the stars sink low just for him. They are drawn in fascination to his unique charms (as in a magical sky, am I ). He is one with night, he is. He is the thrill of new beginnings and the trusted intimacy of time. Masks worn in hours of day, at dusk, slip away. Our connection grows in starry night glow. Like the brightest constellations, we fly, oh, how we fly! Complete am I in his eyes. We are one, one in our dreams. We are weightless and free. The Big Dipper scoops us up into an infinite sky of brilliance. On our quest to reach Polaris, he is my guiding light. I am complete, I am greater than my past and its disguise. I am greater in his tender sight. We are greater as one in our flight. All the rows of houses below us, silent in their sleep, awaken to our ecstatic cries of passion. We are shooting stars. In the wink of the moon, who knows its dependence on the light of a distant sun, I know my flame will die, without his inner light. We are one, one love tonight.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015


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Starry Night

his gaze -
starry night sky's
soft rays.

her face
caught the night light,
such grace!

hearts tossed,
perched on the stars -
words lost ....

hija de la luna
11.29.14
for nette onclaud's "whispers of a muse" contest

Copyright © hija de la luna | Year Posted 2014


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Shhh Dreams are Dreaming


S tarlit night sky dreams
T o reach for us,
A journey from infinity to finite
I nverse of our dreams,
R eciprocal of zero
W alking down to touch us
A long the starway from the stars;
Y esterdays will be tomorrows
T here will be a reverse journey,
O blivion in the tiny hand of a child,
T ime will be standstill
H ours to minutes to seconds
E very moment frozen to a single eternity.

S tarlit night sky also dreams
T o come down nearer to earth,
A s dreams also dream of us
R eversing our dreaming......

S hhh...dreams are dreaming!



====================

 Placement: 9th;(Feb. 2012)

Contest:Stairway to the stars

Sponsor:Linda-Marie

By :kash poet

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012


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Life Saving Rain

Life Saving Rain

Life saving rain, drops splattering about
Indians in drought sought it with a dance.
Falling on tin roof, water from a spout
Every dripping hymn, giving sleeping trance.

Saving crops, the farmers to it give prayers
And seeds awaiting blooming sweet relief.
Vast seas depending upon rain's showers
Inca priests killed for it, in deep belief.

Now we know, rain often heavenly sent
God washes this flower garden he built.
Rain renews, as its dear gifts are soil-spent 
And we blithely pollute it with no guilt.

Indians honored their rain-god with glee
Not ignoring that gift, like you and me!


12-22-2015

Acrostic sonnet, (LIFE SAVING RAIN)
Perfect tens, perfect 100 words, rhyming 
acrostic sonnet.

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015