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The Waters of Life

Plunge into the joyous waters of life. Nourish compassion with graceful fountains of love, replenished with caring. Bathe in the light of awareness. Drench your soul with spirit’s sense of peace. Shine forever, cleansed by raindrops of hope.
The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The Etheree consists of ten lines of unmetered and unrhymed verse, the first line having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with the total syllable count being fifty-five. This concise form is meant to focus on one idea or subject. You may use punctuation as needed. Articles (a, an, the) are limited to two. “The” used twice.


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One Stormy Night

A storm torn boat thrashed on the ocean waves
As gales of wind knocked out their lanterns’ glow.
A frantic captain yelled “all hands on deck!”
Then watched as sails tore free; they’d moved too slow.

Brave as a lion, captain steered their course
Though jagged rocks scraped ‘gainst the hull with force.
The seamen battled through the dark of night
Until the seas grew calm at morning’s light.

They stood in silence, those that still remained
And bowed their heads for mates who’d met their fate.
Time and eternity told tales of mighty seas
That claimed the brave, then crushed their ships with ease.



Entry in the contest: On the Ocean Waves
Sponsor: Francine Roberts 
Iambic pentameter; no particular rhyme scheme. Three quatrains.


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Stab, Choke, Torture, Shoot to Kill

The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate Death's anger looms; threat reaches high The rage that screams against the sky A voice it struggles to deny The venom 'fore it spews too late The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate. What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt I'm one she thought that would believe What made bit** think she could deceive? Fed up with lies, we're so naive Her many victims her desserts What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt. I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict I want to choke her scrawny neck And twist until I'm held in check But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give. I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate She's cold and lives with devil's dead I lay my head on Satan's bed No tear I shed, no more to dread It's over now, there's no more wait I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate.
Destroyer ~ Poet’s contest Name any poem with a strong title" (your poem title has to catch my eye) your most favorite outstanding title...


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I Wish Upon a Star

Upon my sorrow’s pillow tears fall soft, 
yet gentle soothing dreams appear aloft
to fill my heart with promises of you,
and banish lonely thoughts so filled with blue.

I gaze up to the starry skies above.
Upon a shooting star I wish for love ~
to fill my heart with promises of you,
and banish lonely thoughts so filled with blue.

I gaze once more; the stars they seem to say:
"Love's wish fulfilled"; my heart knows you will stay!
Protected in your arms at last I know,
our love forever found will bloom and grow.


Sponsor Tirzah Conway 
Contest Name: Shooting Stars  
Repitier Poem (not listed under "Form"-see notes)


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The Banister of Life

Sliding down the banister of life... make sure the splinters point away. Let go of what's gone behind. Face the bumps with courage. Don't mourn your journey. Slide with laughter... it's the ride of your life.
Brian Strand’s CONTEST NO 184 any theme/form max 12 lines Do NOT add name, photo, or any data/info to your entry. Poem only please.


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Autumn Colors

orange, red and gold brush strokes of brisk swirling winds autumn’s artistry
Sponsor: Russell Sivey Contest Name: Autumn, Fall Colors (poem must be named "Autumn Colors") Lucretia written 9/21/2011


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Lost and Found

There was a time when I did not believe, and with disdain I mocked your thoughts on God. “How can He heal?” I asked, and watched you grieve. There was a time when I did not believe; you seemed so duped and most of all, naïve. Yet still upon faith’s path you firmly trod. There was a time when I did not believe, and with disdain I mocked your thoughts on God. ~~~ + ~~~ One hopeless day I kneeled to pray, and bowed; and found my answers as I turned to Him. I thought of you ~ His blessed love your shroud. One hopeless day I kneeled to pray, and bowed. He saved my soul; to follow Him I’ve vowed. A choir of angels sang a heav’nly hymn One hopeless day I kneeled to pray, and bowed; and found my answers as I turned to Him.


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A Thousand Candles

In castle dark a priest strides forth within, his only weapons ~ Bible and a cross. His mission to destroy this Satan’s sin, although forever he’d grieve from this loss. This priest was guilty, his own sins he probes. He’d formed a tryst with woman ~ at what cost? His heart beat heavy underneath his robes, and knew if Satan won God would be lost. Within a coffin lay his lady fair ~ a countenance of innocence she wore. ‘Til eyes pierced forth with evil’s darkened glare, and robes of white surrounded Satan’s whore. So one by one he slowly lit the fires and cast around himself a holy wall. Yet still he quivered, fighting off desires to let fair maiden live ~ God, end this call! She rose and flew above the frightened Priest. A look of sadness mixed with haughty hate from dead black eyes a countenance released. Her lust for blood grew, priest would meet his fate. As Priest cast up God’s book to block her way, in anger she flew forward with contempt. A battle thus ensued; just one would stay… through holy wall she broke on third attempt. A tear ran down his face with silent grief. Yet still, with strength, he raised his Bible high. She tempted him just one more time, love’s thief then flew with rage, this vampire would defy. His Bible dropped aground and burst to flame. His fear grabbed hold; temptation turned to war. As Jesus wept, would evil win this game? With one last cry for what was lost, he swore. A power from God’s wrath burst forth to kill his flower who’d turned into living dead. Her body fell as petals, lying still… he bowed and prayed; love’s words remained unsaid.
Contest Sponsor: ~ SKAT ~ Contest Name: Dark Eerie Poetry Tales


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Staying Happy, Enjoying Life

Growing old to some may mean dying;
Relinquishing the attributes of youth.
Once we become seventy or eighty,
What more of life's left; is this true?
I feel young and happy on the inside
No regrets, I've been blessed, each day's new.
Grey hairs and wrinkles may adorn me

Oh, but I still feel life's joys, just like you!
Life may have made me a lot slower, but
Don't give up on me yet; I've more living to do!



Sponsor: Nancy Jones 
Contest Name: This is how life feels when you get to be my age...  
 


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those low down dirty blues again

Those low down dirty blues again remind me ‘bout bad times I knew, when tears poured down like driving rain. Those low down dirty blues again that make me sing a sad refrain ‘cause deep inside’s so dark and blue. Those low down dirty blues again remind me ‘bout bad times I knew. Don’t let them take what’s left of me; it’s all I got, just help me live. So strum it down now, set me free; don’t let them take what’s left of me. Just play it hard, don’t want to see that pain is all life has to give. Don’t let them take what’s left of me, it’s all I got, just help me live.
Entry into contest sponsored by Michael J. Falotico Contest Name: What Songwriter or writers Inspire you???? Eric Clapton, hands down. That man knows how to sing and play the blues. Poem is based on his song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3wX1wn-0go


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