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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Anything better, than writing a good poem, The rationale the experience, light is shown, That feeling we get, ambivalence disbelief, Most importantly, incredible sense of relief, Where’d you find this one, infusion can pour, Never realized, what my mind kept in store, Satisfaction of words, gateways to new worlds, Rolling out a carpet, watch the cosmos unfurl, Simplicity in reason, complexity underlines, A love of tragedy, some loathing intertwined, Pretentious language, bloating ornate scorn, Real life sentiment, plainly written in mourn, Adaptations from prose, can turn into rhyme, Inconformity by absence, once upon a time, Static electricity, suddenly releases its shock, Snipers bullet ricochets, accuracy’s mocked, Filling in gaps, a semiautomatic on the range, Cover up cracks, choice words interchange, Indifference by neutrality, friend becomes foe, Empathetic maudlin sentiment, faking woes, Concoction of rhythm, low cacophony of noise, Out of kilter pandemonium, melds into poise, Creatures of darkness, playing under my bed, Enlightened angels, singing dirges in my head, Take me back home, don’t throw away the key, Locked in syndrome, eyes barely able to see, In the beginning, everything started out bright, Then darkness descended, burying me in night. By David Kavanagh.
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