Best Fully Poems

We harvested the grapes in late autumn	
when ripeness of love was at its best,			
but deceit in the time of maturing		
changed the passion to wrath and unrest.	

Acerbic vinegar replaced sweet wine 	
and richness of flavour ceased to be mine.	
Betrayed was the pledge of a tender vine.	

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Seduced by the selective solitudes...I pick one
I chose the 100th... amongst the sacrificial setting sun
Frost filled frozen forests...forever frowning
As my breath spreads thru the vastness...forever drowning

Tic toc tic toc...my thoughts trapped in an elliptical time
100 years of solitude... panegyrical punishment for my crime

What am I...

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His bluest eye, oh that blue,
Like the azure sky above;
As deep as the blue ocean,
Dead eyes, fathomless.


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June 23, 2016


Poetry/Dodoitsu/Part 2-  Fully Booked
Copyright Protected, ID 16-803-635-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Inspiration - "The Bluest Eye" Novel Title


For the contest, Part 2, Fully Booked
sponsor,...

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Christmas celebration is not fully banned
Cheers! Governments explained to the locals:  
For whatever reasons, that would be impossible
For Anyone gonna have a Street or public show 

Finally, they haven't forgotten to overemphasize 
To the young people, never forget, they said: 
Christ is a Western...

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TV has captured me fully today. 
I am not struggling. 
Sophie dog is loving it. 
Peapod snuggled in our dual Lazy Boy heaven.

Bag of salty chips and tissues at arm’s reach. 
I give Sophie gentle pats 
Wondering if she notices 
Her snores are loud 

Lulling...

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Stinky-Butt crawls
like a snail and leaves a trail.
My baby brother.




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Humanity keeps looking forward, toward the coming of a birth,
and we’re all deemed as equals on our first day on this earth,
but as the years go quickly by our lives become our own;
we’re seen as individuals that Mother Nature cannot clone. 

And so it is...

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Part 2 - Fully Booked

War and Peace


Praise the rights that all mankind
live together in sweet peace.
Damn the wrongs of bitter war... 
choices...live or die.


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Contest: Part 2 - Fully Booked
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Judged: 06/25/2016

War and Peace (Leo Tolstoy)
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In sentient shades of silence
The heart endures from tyrants
Love lives lachrymosely long
My heart shows its prong.


June.22.2016
PART 2, FULLY BOOKED - Poetry Contest
By nette onclaud

~compose ONE dodoitsu: 7, 7, 7,5 syl count: 4 lines
*The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter ( Carson Mc Culler)...

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The lovely bones are buried deep
inside the cold and black hard ground,
yet near the beast she always hangs around!
Meanwhile, her loved ones worry and they weep.
A pity they can’t know the ghost of her
now daily plagues her murderer,
because her spirit would not sleep!

Written June 11,...

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Destruction, devastation,
murders, mayhem, anarchy,
ravages and the ruins of wars...
Lost therein is peace.



~Part 2, Fully Booked contest by nette onclaud
~Title: War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy / 06/23/16...

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The person inside who you love and care for
You knowingly take it all
The good and sometimes the bad
My past, present and future
Something I never had
And all along did I ever believe someone would find my childhood memories cute?

Giving your body away to someone is simple;...

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This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.

I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.

I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when...

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Don’t waste your time with pieces,
with “almost” and “not quite.”
Life’s too sharp for half-hearted choices,
for living in the in-between.
Either speak, or stay quiet,
but never let silence be a whisper
you didn’t mean to make.

Don’t wait for the right moment
to give your whole self.
Half a truth is...

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Today is Wednesday,
and the sun rises with the certainty
of a life half-lived,
a life daring to dance on the edge
without plummeting into the abyss.

I sip my hazelnut coffee,
nutty as my long-gone mother,
pondering the balance between zeal and prudence,
the knife’s edge where dreams and sanity coexist.

In the...

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