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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (Bracketed words are not to be included in poem for they are only meant to bring home the phrase or word used) From the eternal cake of her mother There lies the eternal seed among mud; Heaven born, a one mud cradled pamper. Without love, light and care, how would you lug? And to chase that you are a heaven born, To tell beauty is chaste as was just sworn. Her mud milk and cold water make her strong. Dim infancy casts her spirit to light; Must reach ken of patience as day's night's long. Amongst dark, cold ,drown childhood her root's white. And to straight this vile stage to once Eden, To cue all that peace roofs each dreamt heaven The anglers and fishes play hide and seek. The gloom bait bathes in charm and fishes hunt. All at once are they when she is in meek. The joy they (fishes) had is what anglers must fond. And so states untimely jolly is all worst, To chirp midnight ends not the night to last. She is soft, but not for breezy water To make her quiver at a little breeze. But for joy-zealers (fishes ,water), they ripple ever. Only they settle when rude vase decrees 'Tis not you that stir but grow above them And that love (love spirit of light ) make not live in mayhem. And when morn steals the hearts, you wait your time. Whilst bees jump for wine, you sleep for your morn. You are a green pendant for clear sky to chime That bell of dusty soil for rain or storm. When convulsed gleaming crests lure your virgin, You ball calm in air and tell what they mean. Morning kisses sky when you kiss heaven. With you, cloud, rain or mire boy is pageant. Pious silk veils haze your diadem of golden, Hides a wise pearl in your sea of delight Divine smell of you - as you scented mud! And charm with dust without any 'but'. And when it is time for your loyal girls; To seed this vile dust the voice you lived on, At once you throw off your diadem and veils. Without tears you face sky when they are gone For you wot that dark mud made your Eden And breeze could ne'er bear the base of heaven. (A different perspective of HERO) For the contest HERO dated : 20 Nov 2017
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