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An instrument of beauty, poetry is art at its best with its verses of passion penned with love in assorted and variegated metrical composition with sublime and aesthetically satisfying flow. It is a creative exposition that unfolds and enlightens with enchanting constructs the demonstrative and effusive characterization of language by utilizing, promoting and bestowing the nature and power of words. Proclaiming ideas and ideals of principled excellence with creations anew and history of old, poetry exhibits an appetite for knowledge and wisdom and a profound propensity for purposeful revelation with an insatiable desire for intimation and meaning displayed with heartfelt emotion. With its aspiration to show case in magnificent scribal splendor, poetry entices and compels the artist and consumer to explore and transcend imagination and intrigue, and solicit introspection with unfathomable penetrating thought that is calmed by grace and elegance. Philosophical and spiritual, entertaining and healing, poetry commands laughter and tears or sorrow and joy, Its clamorous and powerful phonologically expressive morphemes can awaken and stir passion and romance or summon logic and reason. Poetry, resplendent in wisdom, captures love, inspires hope, provoke curiosity, resonates drama, evokes mystery, uplifts spirits and expresses grief. So magnificent, so powerful, so wondrous is the nature and the majesty of poetry.

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Date: 11/17/2008 4:27:00 PM
This is a brilliant piece, I really enjoyed reading this poem. I Thanks for the invite...Raul
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Date: 11/17/2008 8:22:00 AM
Beautiful write here. Thank you for your lovely comment and invitation, however, due to the rules of the contest (Inspired By The Masters), the beginning lines of the poem are not my own, but that of E.E. Cummings "it may not always be so; and i say", so I would not feel comfortable putting my name to this poem except under the contest on the soup here where it was intended for, even though the rest of the poem is completely my own.I appreciate the offer very much.Hope you understand. Love, Shar
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