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ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME! Click the links below to read the winning poems for the week of September 3, 2004. Poetry Gardens of Fame Index |
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Denise Mihalik
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chakra
i am purple deep knowing knowing and rich mixed to scream I GET IT at you i am royal i am blue like the sea and the waves rollin and swayin waves that carry you move you take you to that place i am peace i am turquioise liquified crystal wieghtless the flow the slow the glide i am grace i am green and lush full bodied mature vibrant viridian present i am life i am the yellow that glows from the window in my mind warm sweet intoxicating invitation i am freedom i am orange alive juicy tastyfresh fertile succulent wanton i am desire i am red and i am learning |
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Lori Minick
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Reflections of the Dance
I am soft ballet slippers with a split sole comfortable natural with a classical low vamp elastic hugging the arch dreaming of white satin dyed to the desired color finest design combining quality, performance and fashion dreaming of white satin dyed to the desired color hugging the arch elastic with a classical low vamp natural comfortable with a split sole soft ballet slippers I am |
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Chelsea Rose
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Wanderlust
My wanderlust has been rekindled It flared and shone so bright. Though I had hoped it might have dwindled It glared again last night. I couldnt sleep, I couldnt rest My mind was far away. Racing, running way out west And far beyond today. The wind has come, its calling me, Youve waited far too long I cry that here Im happy The wind, it must be wrong. Nonetheless it still demands That I should ride again. Travel more to foreign lands And leave my cozy den. A seed of doubt it plants within I know Ill leave tonight. My heart is gone from where its been Its up and taken flight. My future lies upon the road And I must now be gone. For even though my soul forebode I vowed to carry on. The wanderers road is mine to take But should I stop too long I must admit my heart will break So goodbye! I must go on. |
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Julie Peterson
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My Purple Friend Just a little poem to let you know You do so much that makes me happy You take me on pleasure outings You understand when I feel crappy You accept my kids however they act You don't care if my house is a mess You know about dog hair and doodoo If I'm frumpy you think of me no less I can have a super bad hair day Or grumble, curse and brood Yet you don't ever criticize me Instead you feed me comfort food You can keep a juicy secret You can take a tasteless joke You know how to have some fun Even when we're kind of broke You sing funny songs in the morning And know how to bake creative cakes When or where there's fun to be had You'll be the one to do what it takes You have great taste in seafood You build a wicked tall paper pile You don't care for stuff that's trendy Because you have such classic style If friendship could be measured Scientifically in temperature degrees With you around I could be sure There is no way I would ever freeze So thanks for being toasty warm And even sizzling hot but never cold And thanks (way way far) in advance For wearing purple when we're old |
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