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Premium Member One hundred cents'
To every dollar there are 'one hundred cents' in Britian its The same..Yet the reckoning is in pence.' Meanwhile i Pound..' On the gate of reason.' At least thats the name it bears.' Here in this ' land of fluid thinkers?' Till my knuckles Bones show bare.' There is no sense!! In the current world; so unfair.. This is...

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Categories: hundred, christian, confusion, courage,
Form: Didactic
Premium Member A hundred years ago, just a hundred years
A hundred years ago, just a hundred years, people like us walked this earth, with the same heartbeats, they felt the same sunlight, breathed the same air, with their worries, their small joys and pains, they fell in love and lost love in the same way, they cried over things that might make us laugh today, and laughed at things we...

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Categories: hundred, fantasy,
Form: Free verse



Hundred Islands
A scatter of jade, a breath held, a hundred, maybe more, emerald humps rising from the still, blue plate. Limestone bones, gnarled and ancient, ribs of the earth, thrust skyward, cloaked in stubborn green. Each a secret, a pocket of sand, a whisper of wave, a rustle of leaves, a story etched in the rock. Caves, dark mouths, breathing the tide, echoes of bats, and the drip, drip, drip, of time's slow carving. Sunlight,...

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Categories: hundred, nature,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I Have Lived A Hundred Different Lives -
I have lived a hundred different lives - Each as different as water is to stone. I have dreamed a few far-away dreams To discover that they were mine alone. I have felt at times a trace of love But was shown again that theirs was untrue. I have often tried to bury the past To find that it rarely stays inhumed. I...

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Categories: hundred, emotions, growth, life,
Form: Rhyme
Hundred
Ride a bike a hundred times. Continuous petaling noises. Screeching centipedes. Underground. Ride a bike a hundred times. Through the tunnel. If I existed… Wouldn’t I have made it though by now? Eat pizza a hundred times. Slices which are triangles. Tired, tired slices. The pizza delivery man is back. Continuous. Or maybe not. Into the tunnel....

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Categories: hundred, analogy, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse



A Hundred Reasons, But Only One You
You were a stranger, just a name, Yet now my heart is not the same. Through fights and laughs, through highs and lows, You are the one my heartbeat knows. I never asked for much in life, But found in you both joy and strife. For every tear, there’s twice the grace, For every loss, your warm embrace. A hundred reasons why I...

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Categories: hundred, devotion, emotions, longing, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member One Hundred Not Out
Win gold be bold Long run such fun High jump speed bump Grand prize all eyes Close race in chase Drab match I catch Ground stroke no joke Tiebreak heartache Foot fault must halt Forehand so grand Deuce court report Drop shot on spot Backspin just in Closed stance advance First serve hold nerve All out no doubt Arm ball your call Back foot well put Feet sore crowd roar Pit stop right flop Air jacks not lax Catch fence immense Choose cone in zone Downforce of course Dry line sounds fine Black dot so what Box-kick smart flick Breakdown don’t frown Eight-man staunch fan Fend-off not half Fly half big laugh Five-eight high rate Foul play no way Free kick quite...

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Categories: hundred, appreciation, celebration, character, cheer
Form: Footle
Premium Member three thousand five hundred and ninety two
Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two fish in the sea And I had to find a catfish who took a bite out of me The waves were crashing, but I still felt his teeth okay. That murderous fish bit me, then went gliding away. Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two grains of sand Landed in my bucket when I finally...

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Categories: hundred, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
A Hundred and Three
What are you going to do with me when the heavens start cleaning the street? What are you going to do with me when passion start running down your feet and night owls start flooding the skies, are you going to sit down and cry? There is a strange wind moving across the earth it...

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Categories: hundred, america, animal, childhood, education,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Two Hundred Thousand Feet
One first flight, Columbia’s name. Seven souls aboard, bound for fame. Six days, then ten, experiments thrive, Eighty hearts of science, dreams alive. Sixteen days, the Earth they skim, Reentry calls—light fades dim. Tick-tick, hiss-hiss, crack-crack—a sound, A breach unseen, the heat unwound. 1.67 pounds, a foam unseen, Pierced the wing, unstitched the dream. 40 miles high, the flames collide, Mach eighteen, as heat did stride. Mach...

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Categories: hundred, nostalgia, space,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I Might Not Have a Hundred Years Left
How old are you when you realize You might not have a hundred years left? I do not dwell on it But I am aware Every day is a gift I did not expect yesterday I am glad I did what I did When I could still run and swim And eat what I did When I had teeth...

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Categories: hundred, age,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Four Hundred Thousand
Four hundred thousand waking hours passed A blink of an eye, it seemed so fast Between when he was born to the month he would die His mind replayed it as his sons gathered by. He said "I raised you well, but there’s no rule To prevent all mistakes, to foolproof a fool. Jim, there was no advice I could share You...

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Categories: hundred, character, dad, death, father,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Three hundred cans of soup
In three hundred, I pulled without fear, From my dentition, a grin quite sincere Clichés serve as my balm, In the chaos, my psalms Yet to some; I might seem quite unclear, With words throbbing back in my head, I ponder the things that I've said Did commentation run dry, As I reached for the sky? Or am I just tangled in dread? The gallery,...

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Categories: hundred, poetry, poets, riddle,
Form: Limerick
Orchard with Cypresses A painting By Vincent Van Gogh
In sunlit fields where olive trees grow, Vincent wandered, mind aglow. The blue of skies, a restless sea, Matched the turmoil he longed to free. The cypresses stood tall and proud, Dark green fingers, reaching the cloud. They whispered secrets to the breeze, Of madness, pain, and transient peace. Golden hues of wheat did dance, In the light’s eternal trance. A vivid orange, a burning...

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Categories: hundred, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member a hundred degrees in Kansas
a hundred degrees in Kansas feels like two thousand degrees somewhere else we cannot get comfortable sweat is rolling down the small of our backs. our dogs are lollygagging with tongues hanging out the humidity of the Midwest is our undoing...

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Categories: hundred, august,
Form: Free verse

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