Poem of the Week December 21, 2003
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Poem of the Week December 21, 2003
The winner for December 21 is Bags123
A Lesson Learned From Me To You
When you take the time…
A day or two…
Remember life is pure
and true
Despite pretentious
ballyhoo
Which limits what
we say and do
I’m glad my eyes were
forced to view
The consequence
which I outgrew
Yes… there was a day
when hitherto
I walked dark streets
and avenues
Substance was sold
at rendezvous
My corruptions source
of revenue
I wore my sins like
proud tattoos
And searched to find
the next taboo
One day I found
my “Waterloo”
Alone… my horse had
thrown it’s shoe
Contorted like
a steel corkscrew
on tile which smelled
of rank mildew
I prayed to God
for his rescue
Then realized soon
I had to spew
Within that moment’s
cold igloo
The icy floor of
my breakthrough
Discarded garbage…
Used tissue…
Human debris in
pukes fondue
I agonized what I’d
been through
And how my life
had gone askew
A needle scarred
the souls debut
But here it sat
for my review
It’s image came
so impromptu
I scared myself with
its issue
To find my life had
true value
A lesson learned
from me to you.
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Admin note:
Poem chosen by ballot from 5 nominees
A Lesson Learned From Me To You
When you take the time…
A day or two…
Remember life is pure
and true
Despite pretentious
ballyhoo
Which limits what
we say and do
I’m glad my eyes were
forced to view
The consequence
which I outgrew
Yes… there was a day
when hitherto
I walked dark streets
and avenues
Substance was sold
at rendezvous
My corruptions source
of revenue
I wore my sins like
proud tattoos
And searched to find
the next taboo
One day I found
my “Waterloo”
Alone… my horse had
thrown it’s shoe
Contorted like
a steel corkscrew
on tile which smelled
of rank mildew
I prayed to God
for his rescue
Then realized soon
I had to spew
Within that moment’s
cold igloo
The icy floor of
my breakthrough
Discarded garbage…
Used tissue…
Human debris in
pukes fondue
I agonized what I’d
been through
And how my life
had gone askew
A needle scarred
the souls debut
But here it sat
for my review
It’s image came
so impromptu
I scared myself with
its issue
To find my life had
true value
A lesson learned
from me to you.
********************************************************
Admin note:
Poem chosen by ballot from 5 nominees
Last edited by heinzs on Sun Dec 21, 2003 1:40 pm, edited 1 time in total.
An' it harm none, do what ye will. Blessed Be.
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Yeah ! Bags is poet of the week
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"Forever is short thought when your skipping this close to the edge".
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Congrats ......Bags........Hip Hip Hooray!!!
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... and his words purge up and outward,
expelled and onward through desert dust swallowed,
sands he says that gorge on simple sensibilities.
And, now he spits fragments, grit, extended vowels and elongated syllables
over cracked lips. Their sounds fall
piling round his boots… ~ jeannerené
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expelled and onward through desert dust swallowed,
sands he says that gorge on simple sensibilities.
And, now he spits fragments, grit, extended vowels and elongated syllables
over cracked lips. Their sounds fall
piling round his boots… ~ jeannerené
~breathe~
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Congrats Bags. Well deserved.
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