Best Project Poems

Son's science quest,
insect nest finds;
school's best project.

Saves in his room.
Wakes to doom when
with gloom, he cries.

Hundreds now crawl.
Every wall sports
hatched small mantes.


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Two lovely brothers are no longer with us 
They are playing their guitars in heaven
No longer can they travel and see the world
But their memory can live on forever

Jactor Project it is totally unique
Set up by their parents as a lasting tribute
Just place a ‘Warhammer’...

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The pieces fit together, one by one—
through trial and error- curves fit into curves.
Sometimes, a piece is placed that jars the rest, 
so time is spent redoing what was done
to bring it to its former tidy state.

Though, out in view to work on each new...

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be careful not to become
someone’s project of
compassion---
for there are those who
find a way to fill themselves
(the hole so deep & bleeding)
up by taking care of another
in such a manner that attachments
may form between
the project & the project 
coordinator (PC)---
where there had not been a 
hole,...

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1.What is the problem/
2.Identify I.../
3.Why is the sea, bye.?./
4.Dress the n' rim!/
5.Address the problem./
6.When, where, how and why./
7.Live, sing, song, and die./
8.Three party crat dem./
9.So how does this weigh.?./
10.You're killing me./
11.Jurisdiction man!/
12.Gender such convey.../
13.So back to the Csea./
14.Admit the wrong, damn!!!...

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Dedicated to Valerie Haper, actress and John Denver, singer!
Who were just wo, of hundreds who launched  the Hunger Project,
In 1976!
Original title was a Salute to Valerie Haper. But it was not
adequate. It was more about life and the power we all go do
soothing!
Panagiota Romios
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The crescent moons of the auburn sky
The acid rain clouds dance, purple, by

The air it stings as I respirate
A strange howling noise as the storms berate

This tempestuous land, a million clicks from home
My genes robust; Seventh Generation Clone

As I stand here longing for the ship's...

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"Mr. Nelson, you are brought
before this very board
to answer for some variance
that cannot be ignored
your project shows completion
thirteen months ahead of time
the stakeholders are happy
and you haven’t spent a dime
normally this type of thing
is very well and good
but your forecast did not show this
as you...

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I was rushing a project, due at 6,
With a messy top, I couldn’t resist
Arranging trays with photos of my man;
Such thick debris, a whole clean-up began.
A jar of expired tea spilled on my chest
Now, this made me shake off a lunch hour’s rest.
My hands pulled...

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THEORY
The truth is that we are the people of North America mixed by the blood that existed via the birth of a nation.  We have no biblical presence as given.  We are Social Theological Studies.  No God was there for us. ...

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Schmoozing and talking
A grouping of film type folk
In the crowd tonight....

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She was the shrink
I was crazy
Depressed is the clinical name
All I wanted was a blood bath
With me as the victim
Perhaps a leap from a tall building (I’m afraid of heights)
Or a good old fashion hanging (keep with tradition)
Overdose (seems too easy)
Maybe the classic razor to...

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He laid nest by his pillow near head...and woke 'neath a mantis bedspread!


Sandra M. Haight

~6th Place~
Contest: Funny One-Liner
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/11/2016
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His School Project Is Due Tomorrow

By Elton Camp

At two-thirty, Agnes was sound asleep
Into her bedroom her son did creep

He gave her shoulder a firm shake
“Mom, I’ve made a huge mistake.”

“Tomorrow my school project is due
If it’s late, then my life is through.”

“I had forgotten it...

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I'm really enjoying being part of Poetrysoup,
I feel like I belong in the community group.

I hope to share my poems when I can,
and this is all thanks to my poetry pal, Jan.

There may be times that you may not hear or see me,
and that's because...

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