3 Poems - Poems about 3

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 racecar in preacher’s robes, specs in the window read like scripture: horsepower, torque, zero to rapture in under five. Price tag: $100,000. But what’s that...

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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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Broken souls and disillusioned dreams. (Drowning in a sea of dread…) Broken toys and angels without wings. (Fragile things…) Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers. (No light, hopes where broken…) Pained tears encompass the empyreal rays. (No more days…) Pompous worlds painted in a destitute haze. (Where are we now?) Transmogrified in the iron flood. (Wash me clean…) Transmogrified in the spilled blood. (Still we...

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Just thought of the B-word, Perhaps it’s tied to the F-word. Now I feel like the S-word— They all strike sharp, like a sword. Cutting both edges, cold and fierce, Though I remain just a piece. But my mind pleads for peace, To understand and release. B for bad, of what just came, I hoped for more, maybe fame. Yet the result spelled more shame, Replaying...

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Separation Day: From Ashes to Unity Upon this day, the third day of May, hills recall their pain, When flames and fury swept across the land, Yet through the smoke, our prayers did remain - A hope for peace that violence could not brand. The morning’s grief, the silence of the fields, ...

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Have you ever considered just who God can be? First, He is Creator of everything we see. He created 3 heavens, in the highest is his throne. In the middle spirits move and the last is our home. He glanced down from his throne, into the black of night. By his only voice alone, He spoke and created light! Protons, neutrons,...

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