3 Poems - Poems about 3

Poem-1 Ode on Mourn The monotonous-mourning morn Live in little-litful way alone, Where no white-whole the born Noone show who she-scorn. Creation crys out with curse Newly bride burn in doubt, Bone injured no see nurse Then some one ask why not out. Endure-enamouring poision Fills in veins like blood-red, Though the whole world gave caution I chose that path to live in shade. The vault of white stones...

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The challenges of Ray Stebbing's TETRACTYS form are A.each line of 5 is required 'to stand on its own ' B.the poem to express a complete thought, C.within the narrow compass of 20 syllables. D. line i ...

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Q: What kind of boat might a former governor of Texas have used to help illegals get across the Rio Grande? A: A Rick Perry ferry. Q: What did the official Vatican CPA discuss with a former Pontiff? A: Pope Francis' finances. Q: What is the shudder you feel when you think you've seen a ghost? A: A phantasm spasm. Q:...

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being mistook we burnt the book thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest touched by spirit, our body shook by God’s light blest as we undressed” I am a droplet in the vast ocean of conscience, a minuscule dust in the planet’s atmosphere, an expression of eternity in its timeless expanse, yet I am myself an universe and all of time...

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The solitude of nightfall Is more bearable Than companionship in the light...

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I asked the moon how I could stop loving. She, with a mocking glow, looked at me, and without compassion, smiled. —"What are you saying, foolish boy? Don't ask questions that already have answers."...

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Now I have the money Time to escape Before Djinn wakes Help I’m running in haste I think he’s coming ...

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"Lingering leaves of gold frolic / frolicked in the autumn wind" Quote by the sponsor A crisp chill in the air, not being warmed by the sun. I hear rustling, a sure sign that autumn has begun. "Lingering leaves of gold frolic / frolicked in the autumn wind" My love of Autumn and its gold leaves will never...

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Q: Who is the young man who takes care of a child with no parents? A: Little orphan's manny. Q: How can a meth addict contact his supplier more quickly? A: Put him on speed dial. Q: What is the sharpened pole upon which the "sea eagle" impaled himself? A: A tern pike. Q: What do you call a sheet of...

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salt and pepper six large beeff bones bake at 350 for 35 to 40 mins. remove a cool remove marrow from the bone and set aside 2 cups of chopped minced fine cremine mushrooms 1 cup of olives chopped fine 1/2 cup of minced onion 2 T of minced garlic 4 T of roasted bell pepper 1/2 stick of butter salt and pepper 1 teaspoon...

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Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…strewn..rocks hewn embossing...marbling and moss flossing Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells Stacked cumulus collage..shield montage cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring...

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( In collaboration with ChatGPT (OpenAI’s conversational language model) I told Him once, my favorite sat under halogen moons- White Cadillac parked at the edge of night. It looked different— special in some way— and my first impression was right. A Race-Car in preacher’s robes! Specs in the window read like scripture: horsepower, torque, zero to rapture in under five! Price tag: $100,000. But...

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Hail (Mother) Mary Full of grace The (Divine) Lord is with you Blessed are you among women And Blessed is the fruit of your womb Father Christ Holy (Mother) Mary Mother of (Divine) Lord (Eternal) God (Please) pray for us sinners Now and at the hour of our death Amen Poetry Form: Free Verse Date Written: May 18, 2025 Time Written: 7:39pm ...

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Written: May 18, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand ********* alabaster s n a i l nature's s c ...

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To my complacent Ms. Crane I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor for your love. The muse runs foolhardy across every page, and on stage I act the jester just to...

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