(9/22/2013 6:14:00 PM)
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Does anyone know how the voting process works for the poem contest?I wonder if the person with the most friends wins. If so, I already lost.
(9/22/2013 8:38:00 AM)
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We're going at this the wrong way.
Vote for a needy person's poem. The $1,000 could be the start of a brilliant writing career for them, him/her.
(9/22/2013 6:57:00 AM)
http://www.poemhunter.com/contest-vote/what-is-life-87/ read this poem and get the definition of what life really is. I don't care if you vote or not but just read it. It will beat you theorical definition about life and enlighten your part.
(9/22/2013 6:39:00 AM)
View my contest poem titled, what is life?It will beat your imagination and definition of life. I Don't care if you vote or not, rate it high or low, comment or not but what I care about is for my poem to transform your mentality and re-define life to you. My poem becomes nothing if it can't transform a a soul.. Search for it if you care. You've no excuse for being a Failure.
(9/22/2013 3:20:00 AM)
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Eurasian Hoopoe, commanding...
My restless sleep interrupted by an anti-electronic alarm on and on
At four hours and thirty two minutes in an antemeridian dawn
Room temperature indicating centigrades twenty two. zero one
Deep darkness unveiling clothes for bathing under the foothills of Namunukula Mountain
Wake up dear, another day of destruction born
We remind you haven’t settled yet nature’s premium
See this mother earth yet to be burning
Nor we tolerate, ready for duty we’re commanding
Go, Go, Go, and pacify the minds of warrior human
Soothing however, teach them eco-systems and plant protection
Nature is the most powerful blessing teach your children
We are hunting for preventing such destruction
Glowworms signaling yet no construction danger zone demarcation
Bees and wasps on alert ready to attack destructive giants anyone
Fishes and butter fly dragons spying on forest burning
You’re sleeping, sleeping, sleeping and sleeping
Everywhere competition, ongoing profit bargain gaming production
Fencing perched lands pointing supply water line
World wide web space complication, busy communication
Consuming jungle fruits and grain energy we voice spreading instant authenticating
I hear that voice command from Karanda treetops nearby stream next to my room
How can I identify she, thanking still darkness out zooming
Fear and run away if my flash lights shoot on
Silently murmuring I thanked her fine you’re encouraging
Yes I am ready with my wisdom weapon sharpening act against corruption
Worshiping all powers of spiritual pleading empower me too join them
Wonderful is her shrieking demanding bird’s aspiration
Voicing again and again do it sir, do it, do it, do it this is our nation
Plot: Dusky morning an [Eurasian hoopoe] invisible power commanding.
Source: Outside the poet’s country side sleeping shack at Pelgahathenna the foothills of Namunukula Mountain Uva Province Passara Srilanka.
Ps.Karanda is an ingenious medicinal tree in south asian countries that grow well in tropical rain forests.In Buddha legend Karanda sticks used to substitute tooth picks after maha sanga almsgiving.Replies for this message:
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(9/21/2013 4:11:00 PM)
I would like to invite you to read some of my poems, as I am a younger poet that could really use the opinions and criticism. I struggle to find people willing to read my work as they are not particularly happy poems. Thank you all in advance for your time! :)
(9/21/2013 4:04:00 PM)
Yes, my poem is in this contest also.
Vote from the heart and mind, if you find " Earth-Woman" .
(9/21/2013 2:12:00 PM)
Could I request all you dear poets to cast your vote for my poem?
Your World My Lord
The train moved swiftly through the night,
O'er rivers, fields and glens.
The girl was rocking in her sleep,
Smiling every now and then.
Though the rags that she wore on her body,
Had seen many a better day.
She had been told by her daddy,
It had been destined for them that way.
'My Child', he would say,
'Though I love you more than anything in my life,
What can I do - my darling - my sweetheart,
When even God doesn't see how we strive.
I have to work hard each day,
In order that we may,
Get a little bit to eat, before we go off to sleep,
And we pull through another day'.
This World's been moving through time,
Through nuclear explosions and hell.
We've come a long way, since the gold rush days,
Yet for gains our daughters we'll sell.
The sons being raised by their daddies,
Would have seen many a better day.
Had they not been groomed to be baddies,
To steal, to rape and to slay.
O my Lord, don't you see,
How this World that you've made needs advice?
Show us the path, the way it should be,
Sans avarice and malice and vice.
We've slaughtered, abused and we've slayed,
Our morals have blown in the glade.
Please give us the sense, to get out of this dense
Dark clouds of Hades we've made.
(9/21/2013 12:56:00 PM)
HELLO. Poemhunter.com is a wonderful " heaven" for us, Poets.
Kindly support my poem " Your Love is Like the Planets in the Universe
Vote and Rate my poem with you review comments.
Thank you very much
(9/21/2013 12:43:00 PM)
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Jasmine - scented smiles
that will drift away
with the summer breeze,
and how would anyone even know
how much they matter to me.
Sweet smiles of childhood
that are lost in growing up;
smiles that we share
behind the safety of the veil;
and smiles that brighten up
our sad lonely days
with the fragrance of jasmine petals.
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