Short Poem Contest - Winners Announced on Pg 9

Forever and a Day

Together smiles were endless and joy unbounded
Hearts raced and caresses abounded
Love was plentiful and fear was unfounded

But without her near every moment felt
Like forever and a day

America, you think your mother
is something with structure
that has put on flesh
for all of us to admire.
If you look like yourself.
Don't get me wrong,
you are little and big
and the music is still young.

Her fingers ached as she ran them across the ridges of the afghan

The blue of her hair shined in the twilight as she rested her head on her hand

95 years she had roamed this earth, a soul, a spirit, a person, and now nearly a ghost

She had learned and taught, loved and fought, an indomitable life force for which her body was host

A spark still flashed in the grey of her eyes as she recalled moments of her life

She had been a confidant, a source of strength, a business leader, a mother, and a wife

But most of all, she gave of herself, even now, a tear rolling down her cheek at the thought of all she was leaving

This could be anyone who, having known the true joy of life, takes a last breath, her chest heaving

[edit on 9/13/2007 by trek315]

[edit on 9/13/2007 by trek315]

The RUSH LIMBAUGH Rap
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(The writer is left of Chomsky... this rap is a PARODY of Conservative views...
with a Non-Parody final line of reconciiliation. it should be noted that while the writer may hate right-wing opinions, he loves many Republicans as friends and family. He just thinks they need professional help, covered by a national healthcare plan.)


PEOPLE on the radio
tell me I should save a whale

PEOPLE on the TV
break the law, you go to jail

PEOPLE in a magazine
say to keep the air clean
exercise and stay lean
tell me what they really mean?

Nothing... they're just talking out their butts...
The pie's getting bigger, they all want their cut...
The only girls having abortions are sluts---
but excuse me--- that isn't too Politically Correct.

I've had my fill,
hearing about that oil spill...
Grant some forgiveness,
let Exxon get back to business!

Goodbye ozone
go find another home...
Hello polution,
you're the solution!

Consume, consume
Conservation is our doom...

Just show me how,
and I'll extinct the spotted owl.

Carbon Dioxode,
our Mother's Nature's pride...

Kill off the human race...
nature's way of making space...

DON'T quote me no quote right straight from the Bible,
got a lot of reading left in the Washington Times,
can't help out the poor with their own survival,
too busy making cash busting out these ryhmes...

Can't save the whales
while I'm saving par
Can't sit down strike
while I'm sitting at a bar.
This Greenpeace crap has gone way too far,
let's ditch this planet go live on a distant star.

It seems like to day just to have an effect
you gotta make sure your words are politically correct
If you speak your mind
then you might find
all these liberals have a motive of a different kind...

If the problem is naggin'
don't jump on the bandwagon

Think for yourself...
AND RE-DISTRIBUTE THE WEALTH!!!



TPM

A Poem comes,
when times,
are short,
of luck.

A poem is done
when it's recognized,
but not clear,
nor understood.



[edit on 13-9-2007 by Ram]

PLEASE, LET THERE BE A GOD.....

America the land of hope and glory
has turned into the land of the absurd and awry
Has our big brother George lost a marble?
Will he help turn the world into one another Chernobyl?
His terror tales scare us and make us wonder
Does he make us cower so he can rob and plunder?
Oh heaven help us he's our only ally
Will he come to his senses when the nukes start to fly?

[edit on 13-9-2007 by Flighty]

SWEET LUCID DREAMS


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YOU ARE THE GHOST IN THE MIST, AND THE ANGEL IN THE DARKNESS
WITH PAIN IN YOUR HEART,AND A HAUNTING IN YOUR EYES
ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS, I DRIFT TO YOUR FARAWAY PLACE
THESE MEMORIES IN MY MIND, OF YOUR VOICE, AND YOUR FACE

A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN, BUT DESTINED FOR HELL
HOW LONG WE MUST WAIT,ONLY TIME WILL TELL
YOU ARE THE LOST SOUL THAT GIVES COURAGE TO ME
A BREATHLESS FAINT,AND LONG SLOW KISSES, IN MY SWEET LUCID DREAMS


******FOR MY ONE TRUE LOVE,ON EARTH,FOR NOW,*******
******FOREVER AND ALWAYS,ACCESSDENIED

- I love you because I love you -

The reason I live is Love
Love is reason Love is Divine
And all will be just fine

The reason I Love is Life
Life is Ascension Life is True
And it all comes back to you


Joe 2007

Door

Jabberwock and gimble gock,
There's magic in the air.
Eye of newt, Pan plays his flute,
There isn't time to spare.

For end times come... NO don't be glum.
Twill not be as was foretold.
We'll see heaven come. We'll bang the drum
And New Eden will unfold.






[edit on 13-9-2007 by jimjamjerry]

[edit on 13-9-2007 by jimjamjerry]

[edit on 13-9-2007 by jimjamjerry]

Wahoo! If there are no rules against submitting a poem that we had already written, then I would like to submit "Life of a War Child"

Let me tell you of my silent protest, my nation fighting inorder to reject the thing that will ruin our lives.
The thing that will forever be a cancer, haunting the dreams of its children, and changing the lives of the its fighters.
Many die and many live, but no one is happy.
The thing that no one wants to remember, and yet the thing no one will forget.
As I awake in the night to see my family die, I fall back to sleep hearing the lullaby of war.

[edit on 13-9-2007 by DJMessiah]

My second entry:

Let desires pass, keeping emotion with the mass. Be the rain for my desert, soaking the sands with your hurt. Draw a color over the horizon, but keep the Sun from dying. Hope that winds are never found, leaving my love, still on the ground. An echo from far away, please let the the sounds stay.
Tell me if you hear, the sound that many fear. Feeling like it will last, keeping the pain in the past. Open your eyes to see the sight, the pain of the blinding light. Now that your rains are spent, so are the pains that you sent.

They came in on silent wing
illuminating the blue sky
zigzagging high and low
awe-inspiring emotions bring

Perceptive of our inward mind
Swiftly surveying you and I
Proliferate and Shape-shifting
Apparent questers of mankind.

In with a wail
Out with a wheeze
How will you fill....
The space in between?
A life lived righteously?
Or a life teemed with wrong?
Choose wisely
Before it is gone

Politics are parlor tricks regardless which ya votin for,
They offerin' young college kids a scholarship, Promotin war,
It's snakes in yards that make it hard for modest men ta open doors,
It's changed so latly faithful ladies and honest men get divorced,
this nation's crazy-placed da fates'a babies on congresmen in the courts,
Not ta mention what's on all them missin documents and reports,
So who's the monster with the force ta torture, conquor, and extort,
Who sets the price on gas for all them foreign cars that we import?

ME

Here I come, I am the clown with tears painted on my face,
I've come to entertain the world,the people are my audience,this is my place.
I'll dance and do a funny walk,pretend to stumble and fall, I'll put a smile on your lips and make you laugh,everything I possess I give to you all.
But when the world is shut away,there's no laughter for me to feel, then these painted tears on my face..............become my tears for real.


Wolfie

[edit on 13/9/07 by Wolfie_UK]

Ooohhh can i play,

The Lovers Lament.

When the moon rises and beckons to the dawn,
the lovers leave their lonely lives and meet, and kiss and mourn.

The bright and fertile mistress,
The burnt and barren beast.
A haunting cry of loneliness,
A fast before the feast.

Then when the sunlight strikes the frost and brightens up the day,
is when the lovers look within, then run and hide and pray.


mojo.

Well, I will add mine. It is tough since nothing I write is less than 3 stanza's and 4 lines but I shall cut one down.


Nature vs. nurture is sometimes just a moot point.
Sins of the father make me guilty of nothing; so sorry to disappoint.
You've created a mental prison by refusing to adapt and expand.
Pacing wildly back and forth; starving because your intellectual diet is so bland.


Liquidation sale, even the frontal lobe must be sold.
Given a second chance changed nothing; why bother having your future foretold.
Rock bottom price for your synapsis that always miss fire.
Grey matter auctioned off; now fill your head with knowledge or you'll definitely expire.

oh no what did I start?

we have some really good entries and I'm afraid this is going to be quite difficult when it comes to selecting winners.

but I'm up for a challenge, so keep them coming

I've seen these houses before
At least a thousand times
Ask me the color of a single one
I have to guess at the answer

What if I walk these same old roads
in a new pair of shoes
Does it make the path a fresh one
Will I see the color?

Snowfall

The stormclouds came early on that cold day
Snow swirling down onto the frozen ground
Hiding the grass and the rooftops away
And muffling the gulls on the heaving sound.

I walked on a seashore of virgin white
Whispering snow-petals blinding my sight
An unholy world was cold-forged anew
While wicked winds roamed the foamy brine brew

Hope You guys like it