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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My reefs look dazzling in the dawn light. A sea of hypocrisy and lies that we must fight. They are held to what they are allowed to view, And yield when they grip their identity and hue. I can hear sighing while I'm still close firmly, Millennia ago, by beings apt to live eternally. I can feel their vicinity and smell their fragrance. It clasps me from behind and grabs my flagrance. We follow in the footsteps of our predecessors, And behave visibly toward enticing assessors. There was an aiming brain area you won't believe, As surely as a harp, we allow creeds to leave. I hear mirth while a harp plays awe-tune finery. Father was the donor, and I await your midwifery. When it's dark outside and you can grip the stars, I dwell under the glow of lightning and scars. A royal seagull holds all distress and saltiness, Tears of despair fall freely and with snottiness. Something floats over the burdened couple, You've lost much delight due to this supple. My reefs of logic, mystery, and terra incognita, Ouachitas goldsmiths were jarred by Amanita. Adverse times allude to a poet's stark weary right, Ideal lovers, Poseidon and the neat Amphitrite. Stop at the limit of the path, and then proceed, When did most souls stop using spiked metal? Set on the inert tools and the virtue laws creed, It's time for testing, for ages to avow their mettle. My dark and grim retentions fulfill my dream, Lulling tones of a long-forgotten cradle scream. In the twilight, forlorn and tender songs unfold, In the pulsing beats of entering and release, untold. My reefs look dazzling in the dawn light, A sea of hypocrisy and lies that we must fight. They are stuck with what they are entitled to view, Focus on the future, not their burial lot due. My boat goes across a cool, undulating lake, Seven stars' light bulbs burn dimly in my sake. 1st Place Contest Winner Written: August 05, 2022 This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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