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Childhood Memories (Other) by Jessina Beyond the farthest sphere
Rainbow flaunted its myriad hue
Buds of shimmering memories rose
Fervently like gurgling streams
Tingling my heartâs rope
Of those gorgeous days
Merrily dancing and singing
Along with happy buddies
Full of fun and cheer
Playing hide and seek
Plucking jasmine flowers
Ardently chasing fluttering butterflies
A great delight to countless eyes
Gently grabbing the petals of love
That comes from high
With a gentle sigh
Celestial bliss of true comradeship
Gone are those delightful days
Busy now in concrete jungle
Away from lifeâs musical jingle
How poignant this would be
Up the ladder:
precipitation
Down the ladder:
Ode to the Potato
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.5
Posted: July 7, 2008 9:22 AM PDT; Last modified: July 7, 2008 9:22 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1185646 Overall Rank: 5958 Comments:
i like the concrete jungle's tie-in with life's musical jingle, either way you're caught
Thank u so much
Hi Jess, good to see you around. What's happening and how have you been ? Good to see your poem here.
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How poignant this would be
if it didn't remind us of hallmark cards and
the sweet nothings; words combined that sound good--
and say nothing. Your poem plays hide and seek.
Hidden is the expression, while the reader seeks
the point of the poem.
How poignant this would be:
If you hadn't tried so hard to be poignant
and miserably failed.
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No Vote. Though, in all honesty? This should get a zero.