Beginnings and endings
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wilhamina: That poem wasn't about me, it was sort of a revenge poem to these annoying girls. Whole sliced into a half Half is then split into fourths The processes goes on.
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pfew, that's a relief On the top of the hill We can see it all But when we stand at the foot Our field of vision is small
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Small people, big world Everything we do is significant One wrong move And the world suffers We may be small But every action is a reaction So we can't screw this up We can't pollute this world.
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(Hiya! I spent five minutes out of my precious NaNo and Homework Day -sarcasm- to read and catch up. Gosh darnit, all of you! Such well spoken poets...now I actually have to try. -makes face- Oh, and the past few minutes have been some of the best all day. By the by...) World tumbling apart, Crushing her hopeless heart, Three legged stool no more, Leaving an open sore.
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Hi Crossover Genius.... how are the 50,000 words going? Thinking of you! You can do it!!! We're going fast here today... have had to change 3 times..... fun! Sore was her foot She fell down It broke Ouch
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Crossover! *glomps* Good to see that you're making epic progress, unlike I am. XD "Ouch!" he cried The snake bit him Is it life-threatening? He dies. O_o
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([sarcasm] -awe- wow, poetic...[/sarcasm]) He dies of torture, Not of love, Never free to open the door, And fly away like the dove.
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I know, so poetic right? XD The dove that's entangled in plastic string Squawks out for help But no one is around He lays there in the cold Hoping someone would come Minutes have passed and he's losing life Ignored by his cries He lies there chirping his last words Soon the plastic closes up his throat No chance for a last breath He dies in agony.
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Agony on their faces Soldiers wounded at the battlefield Enemy and friend share places No longer protected by their shield They know some of them will die While letting go their fright They are wondering why And was it worth the fight
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Fighting for the last turkey The shoppers tug at it limb from limb Wanting a turkey to put on the table The soul suffered a great deal Now the body suffers even more The shoppers stab and jab at each other Soon the turkey slips out of both hands Slips and slides all over the store Rolling people down like bowling pins Soon the other turkeys break and follow Knocking down everyone Soon the canned goods follow Chaos while shopping Rolling thunder, people dropping Like that of an apocalypse The food get their revenge The turkeys write with cranberry sauce "I lived my whole life to be dinner?" The people ignore their plead They're dead, anyways They got their just desserts. ...Oh would you look at that? I already did my English homework!
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(not much positiveness around here this time...) Dessert's the last stop tonight While our pictures shine on through the light, While our thoughts run on wilder And the scene becomes more silent In the middle of the hug of yours And in the peace of loving eyes.
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Eyes on desserts at the table Glass of excellent wine and a cigar It?s the good life we enjoy And it is?.so far Money is all we need To keep on going with our life Just forget about the others Who hardly have food to survive What more can we wish for We tell ourselves so many times But why does it feel so empty Why do we drug ourselves at times Maybe, just maybe, We should allow ourselves to care Maybe, just maybe We should allow ourselves to share Maybe, just maybe We should allow ourselves to love Because maybe, just maybe, All we really need is love
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Love as a way to live Offers soft hands to soldiers Who saw and knew The line of man's walk.
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Walk in through the door To never leave again Love at first sight It happens now and then
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Then the radio played a familiar tune Together in each others thoughts and hearts Without words spoken The feather and rune Tokens of Love Bestowed in silence.
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Silence is golden Loudness is rust Too quiet Too loud Noise
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Wilhamina... especially with Thanksgiving coming, it was really nice to hear your poem which spoke on forgetting about the others, who hardly have food to survive.... the Foodbanks are very much in need this year.... Noise, a sound she heard in the woods She flew closer, it sounded so good Every note of his song did beckon Closer and closer she did harken Sitting high, where he could not see, She would watch him sing his songs with glee On his head a tiny crown The king of the songbirds, heard for miles around Word of this songbird grew more each day The lore of his songs, so happy and gay All of the woodland creatures would gather To listen with pleasure to each shining measure Each day she liked, to sit high in the tree All alone in a private revere Happily listening to his lilting songs Getting lost in the melody, so joyful and strong
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(I am dreaming of living in a world where no foodbanks are needed, love2travel.........) Strong is Love Much stronger than hate Hate is an illusion In fear it is made Fear closes the heart And we freeze, flight or fight We think we need to be strong So we hate with all of our might But Love is too strong Once we are touched by its smile We will let fear go Though it may take a while For the walls where we hide Are thicker than thick Yet they will come down Because Loves does the trick And when these walls Come tumbling down Our hearts will have opened And Love will be more than a noun
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Wilhamina...I also envision a world with no Foodbanks....I hold that thought every day... Children dying...dying for lack of food!!! It makes me cry Nouns are so cold, person, place or thing I prefer verbs?to laugh, to play? to sing Words paint my world, a beautiful palette Words dance and twirl like a resplendent ballet Words turn to song, just add in the notes Turns into waves on which you can float Songs turn to pictures, they are so delightful Beautifully pleasing, deliciously blissful
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(A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality. ) Blissful young lovers Have a stroll in the park The magical flowers And the ascending lark Are dazzling their senses They walk hand in hand Thrilled by their touches Bare feet on the sand This should last for ever For during their stroll In this garden of Eden They lavish their soul