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Premium Member Meadow

I walked into a meadow
Such beauty did I see
Turns out it's been here
All this time
Revealed so gently

I walked into a meadow
Tamed in part
Yet mostly wild
I skipped among the flowers
Felt the freedom of a child

I walked into a meadow
Shared the warmth
Of her caress
The sunlight of her radiance
A view designed to bless

I walked into that meadow
Without purpose
Soon to learn
A heart can hold more love inside
Than out can ever earn
© Sam Scott  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member - 100 - Cto - 100 -

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                                                We can say more
                                         than 100 words in a poem.
                                            The word one hundred
                                                   it can be said
                                         in many ways on our earth.
                                                A word, a number:
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                                                        100
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                                                        Cien
                                                       Ciento
                                                       Hundre
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                                                      Seratus
                                                      Honderd
                                                      Centum
                                                   Isang doang
                                          I'll send you 100 red roses 
                                              because you've read 
                                                      all my
                                                   100 poems
                                                    
                                                      
                                                 
                                                      
                                                        
                                                    


12.10.2012
A-L  Andresen :)
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100 Shards of Pen

Erase a word
Mundane and wrought
Smoldering fire
Of indifferent thought

Pluck a phrase
Wild and untamed
Primordial howl
Of random flame

Sing a verse
Naked and free
Poetic gale
Of crashing seas

Tell a tale
Endearing and true
Passionate prose
Of life’s muse

Ask a heartbeat
Women and men
Who feels
100 shards of pen


The 100 Mph Goat

These two guys were out on a bird hunt
Suddenly they came upon a pit
Looks deep said one; I’ll throw some rocks in
And see how long it takes them to hit

Never heard the rocks hit the bottom
OK, I have an idea, said one
I saw an old transmission back there
We’ll hear it hit; it must weigh a ton

They worked hard dragging that transmission
Then they pushed it down into the pit
They listened intently for a noise
So anxious to finally hear it hit

Suddenly from the brush behind them
A Goat emerged, running to beat sh..
One hundred mile per hour bee-line
Ran right between them into the pit

They looked at each other “dumb founded”
When a farmer drove up in his truck
“Have you guys seen my goat around here?”
One hunter said; “You’ve had some bad luck”

“A goat just ran straight into this pit
He looked like he was on a mission”
“Well, that sure couldn’t have been my goat
My goat was chained to a transmission”

Premium Member My 100 Words of Praise

God be praised and thanked for He loves me so
He sees my heart of great awe to His name
My soul that yields to His might---He knows well
As He hears glad words* of trust from doubt's fright
His hands hoist my faith that serves by His grace.

Oh, I sing with joy; my mouth shouts blest hymns
Since the Lord* sets me in His grand best will
Full of peace, bliss, hope, I can share midst care---
His light guides my steps from snares of sin blight
Now freed from hell’s sting, I do live for Him.  

*Isaiah 61:10 I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation…

September 18, 2019
Edited on April 29, 2020 
Honorable Mention, "STRAND PICK H, any theme, any form" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/30/2020.

Premium Member The World In 100 Years -Oh, Perish the Thought

The world in 100 years ... Oh, perish the thought
 
 
Former President, Ronald Dump,  who was cryogenically frozen following his assassination after winning the ‘No Bull’ Peace Prize in December 2018, has been successfully defrosted.
  
Ronald Dump recently defeated his son, former President Barrrrron Van Dump, in the lunar by-election. President Dump will be taking up his forty year term at his office-in-the-round penthouse suite at ‘Lunar-Tic Towers’. This magnificent golden palace-like structure is situated on the fringes of the 29th bunker on the dark side of the moon. Naturally, it is a member’s only golf club and entry is strictly by special invitation only. It will be staffed by scantily costumed Honey-Bunny girls and models who the Dump handpicks. They will attend to every need and whim of his guests, unless he requires their expertise "handling."
 
President Dump will be supported by his android wife, Argenta, (humanoid model number 3060 with real hair and life-like body parts) who superseded the old model 'Milionairluva', who sadly could not be revived due to silicon and botox poisoning which ran rampantly throughout her Barbie doll body
 
The Lunar-Tic Towers will be totally off limits to the paparazzi so there can be no photographs taken of the Irn Bru brewing facility of his favourite drink which was banned in Scotland. He seeks to insure that no "fake news" stories are leaked by the press.
 
In his bid to tackle rising unemployment, currently standing at 99.6%,  Dump will be advised by his new best friend and strategist, Kym Dung Hung Lo. This humanitarian almost obliterated the human race by detonating a nuclear warhead at the Dung Hung Lo Toy Factory which was caused when Dung Hung Lo threw his dolly out of the pram. So impressed by such a move, Dump hired him and invited Dung Hung Lo to be his number 2 to succeed him.

May God bless the earth, what little is left of her .. she needs all the help she can get with these two lunar tics in charge

6/1/18


100 year Contest sponsored by Brian Davey


Premium Member The 100 Year War

The 100 Year War

I rise
Mighty and strong
Armor plated and ready for battle
I shall behead the infidel
I shall conquer the evil doers
I am a warrior
Both great and bad

I am a warrior, and
I am sad
Tears fall upon my sword 
I know not why
This great warrior why do I cry?

I can battle an army and rise the victor
Yet I can not rise out of me bed
I am sad and lethargic
I am weak in the knee
I am depressed
To much sadness in me

Lovers a plenty
Conquered lands and treasures
I have it all
Yet the sadness invades
The depths of me soul

I give my heart to all that I love
I feed the poor
From the spoils of my wars
Yet here I am, I think a kind soul
Burdened in darkness
Depression is my hole

My love I know this seems bizarre
You have all you wish, a rising star
A Black Knight with honors flying high
To you I say forgive me please
For battles you never shall see

I lie down
In our garden of roses
Thorns to make me feel more than I do
For the darkness robs us both
For me to feel you

Good by my love

Notes: Anyone for has suffered depression, knows that a 100 year war is nothing  compared to battling depression.

Premium Member 100 Years On

One hundred years ago in 1921
The 15th of May a new charity begun
Amalgamating  charities of which there were  4
The Royal British Legion set up to aid those from the great war.

Earl Haig and Tom Lister were the founders.
Supporting those back from Flanders 
1.75 million of those that returned
Had some form of disability from amputee or minds totally burned 

Then there were those wives, widows daughter's and sons.
Who's Husbands, Fathers lives had succumbed 
There lives taken by the enemy 
The RBL emblem became the Flanders poppy 

The poppy is the symbol of Rememberance
For the sacrifice of life, so peace had a chance
Every conflict since the great war
More recentely Afghanistan, Iraq, some more obscure 

Korea, Malaya, Oman and The Falklands
Servicemen and women put lives in others hands
So comemerate their passing on Armistice day
11th November sit quietly and pray

Without these sacrifices in all these wars
The world would have broken that's for sure
So every year stand still and reflect
Those that died deserve your respect

Those that survived may be stood in your town
Looking sorrowful and feeling down
The best thing you can do is show your support
Words from Brigadier Marriot " Do as you ought"

Bow your head when you hear that bugle play
Stand still and watch those on parade this Rememberance Day
Someone in your family`s history 
Will have been effected by a catastrophe

Join in be proud of your countries past
Hopefully all these sacrifices are finished at last
But if not, and more wars happen
Support those military men and women

The have no choice whether to stay or go
Orders are followed, allegiance they show
For Queen and country they will fight
For your freedom and human right.

Remember them is all I say.
For your Tommorow they gave their today

Premium Member Top 100 Best

I was the hundredth Best poet
But the list on the Soup
Doesn't show it
They removed the last line, Listing now ninety-nine 
Trying harder won't help And I know it..................Yheaaaaa Haaaaaaaaa!

Premium Member haiku 100

she walks with angels
  in heaven's angelic realm
    on clouds of fine silk

  dark grey winter day
    casket lowered into ground
      coldness in the heart

Premium Member In 100 Years

Arid, barren, desolate
skeletons strewn carelessly
  jarring parched landscapes

Tucked away under rocks and boulders
one-celled creatures huddle
  motionless, gasping, wheezing

Noonday sun blisters
methane-enveloped tropics
  the poles whistle as well

Oceans bubble, foam, boil
water sizzling, spitting lava
  lifeless depths of charcoal ash

Far, far to the south in
Antarctica's heart, a creature's hand
   stretches out from the deathly mixture

   ~ clutches at hell's horizon


           May 30, 2018

   In 100 Years Poetry Contest

100 Words About You

100 Words About You

By Gregory L.

They gave me one hundred words to tell the world of you,
I knew before I started that a hundred wouldn’t do.
I wasted three on “I love you”—too common for something this rare,
Spent ten describing your beauty, then wished I had them to spare.

I burned through twenty on your smile, still never caught its light,
Spent fifteen on the peace you bring that lets my soul sleep at night.
Twelve tried explaining why your touch can feel just like home,
Yet without you, every word felt alone.

I spent ninety-nine describing everything that makes you shine,
Then saved the final word to thank God you are—

Mine.

Life In 100 Words

Then...
Born amongst confusion
Orphaned
Left behind
Lost the ones I love
Life was a hot potato
No family
Imagination was my only true friend
In the sky
Crashed in a new land
Unknown
Scared
New faces
Made friends
Lost friends
Found love in music
Found love in writing
Found where my soul belonged
Now...
I am older
I want to be immature
I want to be childish
Life should be new
Grateful for the opportunities
Grateful for the chance at life
Life can slow down
Life can speed up
I cherish every moment
Cause it may never happen again
Tomorrow...



as written when I was 15

100 Years Ago

 100 years ago a war began,
A war that severely scared man.
Bullets flew, bombs exploded,
Lives were lost and morals eroded.

100 years ago a war continued,
Causing deaths to increase by a multitude.
Caught in a crossfire deep in a trench,
Disease ridden and with a horrible stench.

100 years ago a war ended, 
Yet there were many wrongs never amended.
Of families waiting for the loved one they yearn,
Waiting for the ones that never return.

At this very moment I lie on a bed,
Free from tyranny and bloodshed.
My heart pulsing with gratitude of what I know,
Of the sacrifices made 100 years ago.
© Rhys Owen  Create an image from this poem.

100 Years From Now

You are thinking "What would it be like 100 years from now?"
'Will my family still love me and remember me or even care?'

As I look back to things that have come and gone
have I done things strong enough that will carry on?

'Will my husband remember our love we shared 
and our laughs threw out the years?'
Who cares because at 100 years from now we would have 
both died and gone on.

My dogs are my pride and joy
they have given us so many years of loyalty and love
but for sure in 100 years they will have died and gone on.

My sisters and brothers with years of play time and some days of fear
I hope I'm the first to go so I don't have to shed any tears
for in 100 years we will all have died and gone on. 

My children have grown to be strong and I'm proud of each and everyone
trying to make a life with love and embrace
but in 100 years they will have died and gone on.

My grandchildren waiting to be born 
so many things in life to come and enjoy
but in 100 years will have died and gone on.

The presidents of past and now
the movie stars we love and dread
in 100 years will have died and gone on.

The rich and famous who think they have it all
the poor who wished and saw
in 100 years will have died and gone.

Your neighbor, your mailman or just a passerby
whether it be a child, woman or man 
in 100 years has died and gone on.

The total population for the world is 7 billion and climbing
but in 100 years 7 billion will have died and gone on.

So what is this title all about?
Love every minute of everyday
don't worry about what you have saved, the games you have played,
the life you have lived or the pictures you hope everyone will look at one day
for 100 years from now you will be dead and gone.

As you go to work, take a stroll in the park, 
have loved ones over so you can brag or boast and try to leave a mark
life is but a spark
it's flame burns hot
but 100 years from now nobody cares about your birth mark.

T. Reams    7/24/2015  Placed 5th

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