Acclaim Poems - Poems about Acclaim

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Held to expectation cast by citizens Mirror assures return of gilded grins Ballroom brag pats his back Dancer has handshakes lubricated Dignitaries' approval demonstrated Slide through sludge of embellishing Climbing supply sets steep trajectory Chainmail armour can't crack Schedule transferred into twenty four Long clock pours hour numb typhoon Two day growth rubs grey flat reflection Ajar loss odds conjure slam of rejection Glass heart arbiter fears...

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I plan to discover more works of the great masters, Like the rich green meadow find of bright red asters! That is my New Year's resolution, a pledge to myself- To enjoy and benefit from history's vast store of wealth; And the glories of yesteryear lie waiting upon the shelf....

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Someone is waiting, I hope not in vain for you to greet them with words of acclaim. They needn't be fancy or charming or grand, just simple, honest, and easy to understand. Identify something about them that radiates truth, --dress, smile, posture, maybe their youth. Cost to you, as you know, is not one thing, and think of the joy to a...

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A homeless man, as he wandered, on ideas varied he pondered, scribe on those discarded bits of paper, of the varied experience life offered. Of romance to delight and murder, a fright of the wrath of the dragon, and tales, that would enlighten. An author of immense fame his works never lame an arduous journey until malady claimed for then came fame as he...

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If you could see them eagerly consuming your words eyes so wide open only to blink when absolutely necessary. They can't wait to get to the end only to want the beginning to be there for them all over again though in a way they have never yet seen. It's time to write the next one! Sheila Kathryn Barrera http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera...

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A million words I seek to praise, To rave thy aged walls That latch onto pictures of Our youth, A million words I seek to praise, To rave thy rising suns and Darkening skies all drawn On your transoms, A million words I seek to praise, To rave thy solace and comfort Grasping sleep upon thy Feathery beds, A million words I seek to praise, To rave...

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