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Seek Knowledge Will You

Made you the creator has
Third person you are
A game if u will
Controlled vessel by soul
Truth and Knowledge seeks you
Find it you must
Plant, fish ,land animal to human
Superhuman u will obtain 
If the proper knowledge you can gain 



To Yoda, An Ode ....Contest

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The Fixer

The Fixer was called, summoned by song
He hears the plea and finishes his mead
He heads to the barn loads up the cart
Feeds the horses and calls to his wife	
She readily makes a meal,to get thru the night

For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
An relentless skill, without any end

His lute In hand , a kiss on the cheek
Cloak wrapped around, I wont be more than a week
Sun setting and the wind starts to howl 
The horse picks the pace and pulls out of town
Picking the lute with an old familiar sound

For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end

Lanterns are fixed in the such a way 
The silky black horses can see like its day
Fast asleep the fixer dreams thru the night
The path recognized no need to guide
The first stop they make will be at daylight

For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end

As he reached the first town, tool in hand
He rides by the stone huts, families broken,and frowned
He picks the right notes and begins to sing
The hooves from the horse a nice melody
This town has been fixed,no time to waste

For he is the fixer , he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end

He been fixing these towns, of kinship and friends
And feels his days of fixing are nearing an end
As he ponders his mends on his way back home
Fast falling asleep, could anyone could fix ...Him

For He was the fixer, he fixed all things 
A relentless skill, who has come to his end

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To Each Their Own

To banish my violent games
Is to banish your writing pens
I may fantasize in gunfire flames
As you've written of now and then's
I have killed a billion bytes and bits
You have made a billion many bored
But the bytes and bits are not life lists
And the pen is mightier than the sword
Actual time of occurrence is killed
Not the people of angry games or rhyme
Complete devastation when drinks are spilled
Satisfaction from both fulfilling time
Unlikeness of a poem I'll leave it be
Unlikeness of a game you leave it be



 (I'm not sure if this is a true sonnet  poem, I am not a poet, I just started getting into poetry (reading mostly)so I can enhance my ability to write lyrics to my music ... feel free to critique,this is my 1st poem I have ever attempted to write properly.. (Im gonna need all the help I can get ! )

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Celestial Music

Five vibrant stars finger picking six galaxies
Five more on the other side strategically placed
Galactic sensation of impossible sound
Hollow bodied instrument floating out unbound
Celestial fretboard everlasting in time
Galactic star party at hyperbolic speed
Everyone attending dressed proper attire
Quasars black holes unnatural gasses on fire
Unable to hear it humans cannot listen
Its a visual and audio show for the Gods
When you pass through a portal into heavens gate
It is then you will witness this concert in space


contest 12X12 monorhyme

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Mind Control

I had a mind
She had no soul
If I don't mind
She'll take control

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Flightless

I tried and failed so many times
This one here is sure fly

Here is how the others went
A journey on paper not well spent

My pen won't flow my pencil lead broke
I tried in crayon it never spoke

Lots of colors went in the can 
One came out like "Sam I am"

My poems I wrote would not take flight
I even glued one to a kite

I cut the strings it flew for a bit
Until a pigeon it did hit

Back to the ground that poem came
Two more times results the same

This last one written  from a chair
I'll send it whole over a copper pair

On its way here its goes...CLICK
Was that the delete key ? That's it I quit 


Boomerang contest

~Chris~

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Creator of All

God almighty

Creator of all

I Wonder who created you

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Space Object

A large black sphere that's darker than midnight
Floating in the distance against soft white	
A tube from the sphere not half as thick glides 
Shrinking into the distance no divides
Connected other side in unison
Liquid Pouring out like a hooligan
Landing below tipping over the scales 
Fluorescent blue fluid its new path fails
Off the edge of flat glass fluently flows
From liquid to solid no longer flows 
Appearance of moss it hangs from the edge
From view in dark blue this liquified ledge 
From whats been described may seem far fetched
During this writing this picture was etched


Space Object 

Chris Damstrom

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Lekker

L ooking lekker
E ating lekker
K nowledge is lekker
K indness is lekker
E ducation is lekker
R elaxation is lekker 

Lekker Contest

Chris Damstrom

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Gun In Hand

Bitter hardened steel of death
Warm soft tissue fed by breath

From the breath steel comes to life
From cold steel a breathless wife