These are the winners of Gold!
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Rain rapped
and thunder pulsated -
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To fly down the white snow slopes
With his nose -
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The Difference Between Forgiving and Unconditional Love
A Letter of Unconditional Love From A Son To His Abusive Deceased Father -
this war to live
I would just succumb -
You were the youngest in the family
Grew up to be six-foot-three -
Your angelic voice recites in the depths of my mind
Sitting at an outside café -
And G-d said:
“Let us make man in our image, after our likeness:… -
Words in motion equals poetry
Control of iambic pentameters -
It's a start to one of those days
A restless evening of night sweats -
Shimmering musical notes
dance in my eyes and -
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Between the Helicopter Ride
and the Twister -
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his voice transcends
masculine gutturals-- -
Empty
waiting room, last -
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I like pictures, images on my screen
Twin Towers event -
I was lying in bed, reading a book
Joseph Conrad's ~Heart of Darkness~ -
Our Lady Spencer who would one day be
Queen, died stripped of title Her Royal Highness -
And like a true Orthodox Catholic
I cannot ask you to grant a divorce -
Candy, come and claim your muse disrupting my life
Turn me straight and it might become my wife29 lines, 55 comments, on Aug 18 2:22 PM 2004. In Humor
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Today I enjoy the comical muse and flourish to the
heavens, having journeyed within the depths of my underworld in -
All of a sudden there was a loud crash
I jumped off the bed and landed on my ass -
For just one day, we can stay out of the stores
Remember the tradition of the old ways -
Through friends pennings -- I gain strength back in faith
And angel wing kisses release my pain22 lines, 40 comments, on Dec 23 5:47 PM 2004. In Personal
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Raise my crystal to friends -- who did their part
By lighting my soul safely back to shore -
While James Joyce did speak to me of the dead - -
With heart of darkness, Conrad mouths to me - - -
The zipper of the closing suitcase
Rumbles in my mind -
(To my mother,
thank you for letting me see your smile again) -
An angel’s life comes media’s news flash.
His blood “running crimson as deep red wine” -- -
sealing God's soul
mates. -
And wishing one day to hold his manhood hands.
Under the autumn moonlight she tearfully stands: -
My life -- a cemetery of people dead,
My angels stand before my temple bed. -
swim in drowning dreams and open
tear blood-stained hearts crying yester- -
shadows dance
on cracked egg shell walls -
protects children of the past
my resting place I crown -
unveil eve’s insidious
opportunity -
Above black crows flutter while hawks circle around
Below, little orphans cry, stiffling their sounds -
Kiss the ethereal air
As we connect -
Kiss me. It’s so easy to abuse me
I live with his memory -
Storms her marriage with outside affairs.
Forms the battle starting the Trojan war,
