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Senryu
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new to the area
finding my way around
identity problem
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Limerick
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Increased and Policed
Amount of worry we had increased,
And for weapons area was policed;
Much discovered;
Evidence uncovered;
Together problem had been pieced.
Jim Horn
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Concrete
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Square I am a nerd of word
I have nil problem with this,
Talk to my fellow peers and
They will verify which exists,
I live inside this cube of fear
With pen and paper in hand
The cubicle is my sanctuary
Such a remote distant land,
Open area you can see me,
Without needing to look afar
Am who I am a square nerd
A solid existing shining star
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
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Acrostic
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When I was young, most of my friends were older, and as the years went by,
I always seemed to gravitate toward the aged and developed a pattern
Simply because as I got older, my new friends were also much older.
Difficulties arose in the area of 'hearing me clearly' because their hearing loss
Often presents a problem, but does not discourage our continued friendship.
Moreover, my life is deeply enriched with the W I S D O M I gain from them.
03072019PoSoupContest, Writing Challenge, March 2019-Inspirational Acrostic, Dear Heart; Word selected from list: Wisdom; 4P
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I do not know?
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Republicans keep talking about a Shining City on a Hill,
Problem is to get in you need a Million Dollar bill,
They kicked out all the Middle Class and Poor people from the area, and relocated them to a Landfill,
While everybody,s starving, they up there cooking filet-mignon on the grill,
wondering what all the fuss is about a little old BP oil spill,
Excuse me for not enjoying the sight of their Metropolis glowing in the Night!,
I,m locked out the gate,
Struggling to survive daily, seems my fate,
and to top it all off, They do not care of my plight
and it,s my taxes
that,s paying for all that Goddamned Light!!!!
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Sonnet
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A day’s routine so easily holds me captive.
I confess to mindless, museless departures,
Brainless unpoetic habits so unreflective,
That I cannot dwell in momentary textures.
But January ripens oranges on my neighbor’s tree,
Marking spring’s beginning in California.
Midwestern groomed; such play awakens me.
Fat, lush oranges tumble all over the area.
Bold bright balls, they must be painted,
Landing in my drive, my car mashes them.
With this mortal crush, I breach life sacred.
Yet, once I eat one, it’s no longer a problem.
Tree of oranges brings fruit reviving passion.
Luscious harvest renewal of vibrant conception.
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Sonnet
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Touch lies through the same fingertips I touch clouds with
Thought high in the same sky birds soar
and square pi topped with the same whip
minus the cream of what dreams are made for.
Shoe taps from a soft bottom
Tick and tack stomps a steel toe
In the middle of things we look down on
and part of the area that solves the problem
Science the stream of what plagues faith
Speech the thing of what flames torch
Flies irritate the same as dice clank
with a head crack
Then a mind blank
Speaks a blank voice
Stubborn memory of a scandalous therapy
Remembering tragedy as the false oversees it
What I sing for
The day that I breathe for
Wake up to sympathy
That therapy is fed with.
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Light Verse
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While going through the candy aisle with the delectable smells,
I also stopped in the toothpaste area for some orajel,
my back tooth throbbing from having another cavity,
I didn't realize the extent of the problem or the gravity,
Seeing my dentist for my appointment the next day,
he examined my toothless mouth in the usual way,
explaining that my remaining tooth had to be extracted,
I sat there pondering about how the tooth got impacted,
Then my dentist warned me about eating too many sweets,
he said its why so many people come to him for relief,
saying just a little bit of sugar is alright now and then,
while I sat there thinking of my stash of milky ways and m&m's.
2-21-17
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Prose Poetry
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The governments should adopt scientific way
Of canal digging with an eye to
Solve flood problem, mitigate irrigation crisis
And open up new avenue of fishery.
At first the area where flood water overflow
From the rivers should be pointed out
And nearby barren lands should be identified
Then maps of the required canals can be drawn.
Subsequently the canals should be dug up
From the last points of maps
Which will end at near the mouth of the canals
Then with the aim of joining the canals
With the rivers dynamite should be blasted off.
The government will compensate the people
Whose lands will be acquired for the project.
In this way
The government will be able to give its people
A great relief and satisfaction.
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i remember back in 06 i worked in a warehouse
it was for a store that sold varied things
there were varied staff in several departments
we had a boss who was a real hag and she ruled us
like adolf hitler ruled occupied europe
iron fist and no carrot
so you can imagine what i thought
as i got to know her ways
i eventually left as did a dozen other staff
leaving the store with a skeleton crew
head office did an investigation into this
it was due to the manager who was a real !
she was both my manager and area manager
so if i had a problem and reported her
it was the bizarre situation of reporting her to herself!
a surreal investigation into herself
i wonder where she is now my old manager
still giving her staff absolute hell?
A real fecking stroppy madam
i've never met a hag like her...
Gatoros and Crocos: Lower Case Murky Poems and Ditties
Nick Armbrister
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Rhyme
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Girls of a New chapel opened in Wales
Heard about the struggle that two sisters in Uganda heed
A two hour round trip down mountain and vales
Twice a day to get 20 litre of water for family needs.
So they baked cakes organised fund raising
The colliery band and local choir helped them out
Even had a sponsored walk up Pen-y-fan *carrying
Water bottles to emulate the Uganda girls plight
They raised £1500 in a short time
Handing it over to the Tear Fund chairman
This will go towards a storage tank for water, that's fine
Plus Spring wells to alleviate some of the problem
This is news that shows the good grace of these children
The wanting to help the less fortunate.
The ability to think of others, finding a way to help
Giving up their time to raise money to donate
* pen-y-fan is in the Brecon Beacons a desolate area where the SAS do their training
Penned 20 October 2014
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Quintain (English)
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ANYBODY NOBODY GOT ME A COT?
So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell
I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up, down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins
It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
But remember, prepare yourself for damnable dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar
In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Because when we get to there is when the wicked really go wild
Phreepoetree
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Kyrielle
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ANYBODY GOT ME A COT?
So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell
I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up and down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins
It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
However remember,to prepare yourself for nightmares and never any dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar
In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Especially those who take shotguns and kill Bambi in the wild
Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Free verse
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Awakened after years of dormancy.
Arrival of the time to be who I'm supposed to be.
A father, a husband, a leader, a king!
Sacrifice everything for the family, the queen.
With strength and bravery, i can do anything,
therefore the absence of fear.
Perpetuating that innate fire, to beat upon the chest
releasing a mighty roar.
Allowing renewed vitality, dignity, and spirituality.
So humility can humble, spawning understanding,
and wholeness.
Opening the door to knowledge, leading to an area
teaching and guidance.
Destroy and rebuild, modesty requires some defiance.
Applying the rules of nature, utilizing the laws
of science.
Visualizing, visions into existence, the creativity
of these hands.
Brunting the weight of all things within life's plan.
Problem solver, evolver, alone to stand.
The example of selflessness, now here I am.
All put together, the summated composites of a man.
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Quatrain
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ANYBODY GOT ME A COT?
So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell
I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up and down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins
It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
But remember, prepare yourself for nightmares and never any dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar
In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Because you’ve all slain either a human being or an innocent animal in the wild
Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Free verse
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The System Disk
That wide open plan,
The desktop area so spacious,
A vast canvas so beautiful;
Why do you sit there,
Open to all for their curiosity?
When you to me call.
Oh cupboard, that hard disk brimming with identity,
Memory no problem, even lacking files;
Proficiently organised with raging delight,
Amorous filing system which you employ.
All disks are obvious, seen by me,
Begging to be viewed, added to or changed,
Offering usage stats and permissions,
That are not just the programmer’s privilege,
But any user's decree.
No LOGO, no dos,
No text-based system to beat,
No floppies to be distorted,
By the drives' magnetic wheels.
Encrypted files are offered,
But that requires some introspection,
About whether or not your loved one,
Would really infraltrate your disk,
And read your documents.
My computer is a reflection of me,
My order or my mayhem;
No longer my prowess and endeavour,
‘Cos my articulations are my graft,
Not the machine’s mechanisations.
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Rhyme
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TOPIC: HOSPITAL OF TOUGHT
THEME: THE HOSPITAL OF THOUGHT NEEDS ELITE THOUGHT
HOSPITAL OF TOUGHT
But.....formally I need to talk,
nay today nor yesterday the tongues walk,
yet no one to listen to our Dearing voice,
instead, the tonic of suffering yet we drink by force.
Another day, the ball is rolling,
the right spot we are hoping,
Nothing again if not the next generation,
our scared moment won't have been in coercion.
Lots laughs, light light!
Nothing to cub, the problem is not slight,
but we ourselves living a life of hopes ??,
When we don't figure out the hopes.
Sick Nigeria,
needs an elite area
the doctor chosen by the people,
Shall upright be not a pupil but a pupil.
Alas! The empty chair,
needs someone who care(s)
not about himself but,
the entire hospital of thought.
If three they are or four,
Let carry the hospital and sick patients out of falls,
Nothing again if not for the next generation
Our scared moment won't have been in coercion
©?pukka
#fecund_writer
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Free verse
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The movers came to clean out my house,
And said to one another
“Let’s remove ALL the furniture!
The baby carriage and accessories
have served their purpose.
That old stuff is nothing but clutter now.
Don’t let the mother see us
take everything out.
She might want to save her heirlooms:
uterus, cervix, tubes and ovaries.
They really must go,
and it’s better to move them all at once.
Let’s make it quick.
We’ve got other cleaning jobs today, too.”
My baby’s room is empty.
The movers sealed off the space and left.
Where did my baby furniture go?
Was it handled with utmost care?
Will it be reused or recycled?
As owner for decades,
why did I believe their “better out than in”
prevention strategy and problem-solving remedy?
Who decided that I could live
without furniture anyway?
Will that area of my house shrink
for lack of occupancy?
Will the vacuum bring ecstasy, grief or pain?
Will the plumbing to my bathroom expand?
Hist er rec to me!
Does anyone understand why the head of my house
grapples with questions at hand?
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He left on the train leaving his family behind
Oh feeling such pain one needn't ever remind
And as it pulled away the tears now overflow
It's tough when that day you just don't know
A home now so seemingly empty as I sit on his bed
He was always the pride in me in every word I said
But now he is so grown as I think back on the past
Had I known, I would of tried harder to make it last
I have but one true support who holds me up each day
Around my son a fort protecting his step in every way
Where would I be without the Grace of our Lord above
As He will replace all your doubt with all His Divine love
Oh you'll go up and down, but back and forth it is not
I let Jesus where the crown being thankful for what I got
Your best interest at heart He will never steer you wrong
For He Himself is the whole part in all of what you now long
With anything problem in any area that you are dealing with right now,
Reflectively and quietly speak to Him about it and He will give you an answer.
It may not be the answer you want to hear, but it will be the right answer.
And tell Him to tell you twice, because sometimes you don't hear too well.
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We no longer own an empire
We no longer rule the waves
We rarely show the Dunkirk spirit
We no longer free the slaves
We are not the world's bold policeman
With the strength to control with will
The turbulent forces surround us
And this earth does not stand still
We can't stand in isolation
No matter how splendid the idea might be
We'd drown in a sea of troubles
That's not a choice to me
Our own trade area and the commonwealth
We tried all that before
In more certain times, with loyal friends
Then turned to Europe to level the score
And no, it isn't perfect
Democracy's a weak and feeble elf
Swamped by bureaucratic chatter
But is the answer to talk to oneself?
If control of immigration
and sovereignty is the aim
Then can we really trust our own politicians
To improve the rules of the game?
Too many questions are thrown their way
For any political force
To cope with needs of humanity
And tackle each problem at source
There are gaps to be plugged if we stay inside
Sensible arguments to be begun
But 60 years of peace tell me
Many heads can be better than one
The seas of the future look choppy
Unseen dangers may lurk therein
So I'm choosing a ship, not a dinghy
I'm voting for staying in
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I grew up in a home that was so black and white,
but mostly white because we were taught to hide from the dark.
I've spent every moment since I walked out that door
trying to crank the dial on life's saturation up past max,
desperately trying to compensate for all of the colors that I missed.
At an age, young enough that I can't recall the exact number,
I was told that I could lose my place in the family,
through the wrong color.
You see, I didn't yet know that there was a wrong color,
especially a wrong color to love.
I still, don't know, that there is a wrong color,
I haven't found it, and I've experienced a lot of colors.
I wouldn't go so far as to say I've been looking for it,
but I've certainly been trying every color on until I find it.
I left my father a six-pack and a letter,
asking him to start drinking before he starts reading
when I finally decided to try on the rainbow.
You see, I wasn't trying to cause a problem
but as I said, I only know black and white.
I'm trying to clear up all of that gray area
and the thing about cleaning things up is,
sometimes you get your hands dirty in the process.
So I'm now elbows deep in the process
and I promise you I'm not going to stop.
When the space is clear,
I'm going to paint this room every color
that I learned to love.
Every color, because I learned to love.
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FAKE WORDS
I have been so loved without no problem,
When no one could interfere like a deer living peacefully,
Without no prey looking for its predator.
I have always looked so calm and happy
Until my prey came unto me without noticing any of its sign.
Then getting me into his jungle, where there is no way to escape.
Like when we human are blocked out by angels,
Then you telling fake words to out people,
That I am been take cared of
Like there’s child or there’s love,
Then you tryna give out fake words,
Then you know that down your mind I am not one of yours,
But you’re plotting an evil plan against me,
FAKE WORDS, FAKE WORDS, FAKE WORDS
Coz these are fake words, fake words, yeah
Then you tryna initiate me into yours,
When I got no probs but you wanna get me into perfectly,
Coz you are faking it, faking it, faking it.
When you’re tryna attack me like a terrorist
Coz I am so sad in this disunited area
Where everyone is got convinced
But me left alone btw the jungle of terrorists
Then how can I move my move
Coz of these FAKE WORDS, FAKE WORDS, FAKE WORDS
They’ve been faking it, faking it all around,
Faking it, faking it all around
Please just come to my aid
I need you back to me and my happiness.
Not my loneliness. Please, please, my happiness needs more attention,
Coz they’ve been faking it, faking it all around
THE END
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Acrostic
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Life is a right, to which everyone should have,
Independently it is the most valuable possession of each living being
Verifying the fact that we only have one chance in this world to make a difference
Even if we see ourselves as a sap that can’t change the mood in our area and that we
Lower our standards to say that even dirt is too good for us
Irrationally stating that we have a miserable life and we need to change it
Forgetting the blessings and the joy that God gave us in our current life
Eventually with remorse he’ll forget all of these things and start over again
To test his strength and will power to continue so that he can
Overcome the odds to achieve a pleasant life
This just states that if we work hard we might have a better chance of being content
However living with this in mind we might think that life is about work.
Everything in this world should be earned by working but what is work compared to
Fun, having fun always makes our work more worthwhile because we now
Use our energy to enjoy ourselves while working and earning things that we desire and
Losing the old gloomy feeling about work and the world
Letting new and much more pleasant things happen to us and letting us
Escape to the happiness that we might have missed when we’re not content in our life
Surprisingly this is the most common problem in the world today so keep this as a
Thought in mind live everything in a way you might be pleased life is precious
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4/27/17
Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn
Changes rarely or often
Occuring by the top of the river mouth and at the bottom
Near and far from fruits and vegetables still fresh or rotten
As well as any flowers starting to blossom
Fields full or barely with any cotton or pollen
House that do or don't have a black cauldron
On the walls paintings or posters of batman and robin
I stood solemn
And navigated inbetween columns
Before I saw a downtrodden
Individual with the stature of gollum
They were drinking some concoction
Out of a goblet and eating an opossum
Inside a sodden area full of toxins
I had options
But stopped to talk and help if they had a problem
Untrusting and unresponsive
Until they started to soften
When I spoke truthfully, they began feeling awesome
Then reached the goal, by using their noggin
Realizing we all are allotted
So much time even if more is what you wanted
Whether or not you paid homage
And seeked wealth and knowledge
Always had a little or a lot in common
Many a times I have fallen
Been long forgotten
Heed with caution
And watch it
I'm coming in with more speed than an aeronautic rocket
And the force of a super sonic comet
Sorry that it makes you uncomfortable and on the verge of being
about to vomit
No I'm not, to be honest
The reason the house is so called haunted
The monster underneath your bed and inside your closet
With more clarity than any prophet
Amid molecules that split or bonded
Lines remained dotted
Or connected in and out of any quadrant
As the universe was in constant
Motion with occasional paradoxes
By: Dalton Ogletree
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FAKE WORDS
I have been so loved without no problem,
When no one could interfere like a deer living peacefully,
Without no prey looking for its predator.
I have always looked so calm and happy
Until my prey came unto me without noticing any of its sign.
Then getting me into his jungle, where there is no way to escape.
Like when we human are blocked out by angels,
Then you telling fake words to out people,
That I am been take cared of
Like there’s child or there’s love,
Then you tryna give out fake words,
Then you know that down your mind I am not one of yours,
But you’re plotting an evil plan against me,
FAKE WORDS, FAKE WORDS, FAKE WORDS
Coz these are fake words, fake words, yeah
Then you tryna initiate me into yours,
When I got no probs but you wanna get me into perfectly,
Coz you are faking it, faking it, faking it.
When you’re tryna attack me like a terrorist
Coz I am so sad in this disunited area
Where everyone is got convinced
But me left alone btw the jungle of terrorists
Then how can I move my move
Coz of these FAKE WORDS, FAKE WORDS, FAKE WORDS
They’ve been faking it, faking it all around,
Faking it, faking it all around
Please just come to my aid
I need you back to me and my happiness.
Not my loneliness. Please, please, my happiness needs more attention,
Coz they’ve been faking it, faking it all around
THE END
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Sumayyah’s review poem, I don’t really understand what is all about but kinda got the hang of it, yk……..I’ll say a 7/10 cuz you did pretty well for a start. The poem, LIFE IS FULL OF UPS AND DOWNS, NOTHING IS PERMANET, This is life youre just facing, its okay
Sofiyyah’s review:
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