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Adam M. Snow
Adam M. Snow El Mirage / United States, Male, 26
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About Me : Adam M. Snow was born May 30th of 1988 in Phoenix, Arizona. He currently lives in El Mirage, a small rural town in the western Arizona. Adam is Shakespeare’s tenth ... more »

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  • (9/23/2014 12:28:00 AM)

    Thank you for your kind words

  • (9/23/2014 12:27:00 AM)

    Thank you for your kind comment

  • (8/7/2013 4:18:00 AM)

    Carter, pretty awful. The meter is all screwed up and some of your phrases are clumsy. Why keep writing like this? Why nor pick up a book of good contemporary poetry and read that? ANYONE can write this kind of sententious, trite, amateurish stuff. Don't you want to become a better poet?

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  • Adam M. Snow (11/17/2014 9:12:00 AM) Post reply

    Thank you and it's a tribute to Robin Williams

  • Adam M. Snow (11/16/2014 9:08:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    The Day the Jester Died
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Twenty one times three, a journey of laughter;
    the fool borne clown was he.
    Entertaining his majesty - soon after
    realize the laughter would soon die with him.
    Soon to vanish, he of many voices.
    All his jest would soon to end,
    all to end by his choices;
    a feeling without a friend.
    This Jester who proudly gave us laughter,
    was dying deep within.
    Covering his pain with the joy of laughter.
    If it were enough, it would have been,
    but it wasn't enough for him.
    So this Jester left to wonder,
    'Was he truly loved enough?'
    Yet he could not see past yonder,
    the treasures that loved enough.
    He gave his all but lost his soul to grieve,
    and grieve himself upon a tree.
    Entangled rope among the sticks and leaves,
    a last resort, felt for a Jester such as he.
    So now this Jester once a clown,
    lays to rest within his chamber.
    Retiring with him his Jester's crown,
    leaving with us a memory to remember.
    This Jester left without a bow,
    still a mystery to us all.
    The thought that struck him and how
    he felt the need to fall.
    A broken heart, was that his pain?
    Thus this day that laughter died.
    A reason for sorrow to reign,
    O for his majesty, who cried.
    O his majesty's courts,
    silence fills the hall.
    The king is left to mourn,
    the Jester who felt the need to fall.
    Laughter died with him,
    the fool borne clown.
    A joyous time spent with him,
    now he passes on his Jester's crown.

  • Adam M. Snow (11/10/2014 11:00:00 AM) Post reply

    Written by Adam M. Snow

    I am burning
    on my knees
    - fallen
    - praying.
    Engulfing flame
    burning bright,
    see me now
    in Holy light.

    soothing flame
    embraces me.
    See me now
    tongue of fire,
    burning bright
    on my knees
    - fallen
    - praying
    in utter tongue
    throughout the night;
    burning words
    from my lips.
    Salvation come
    - El Shaddai!
    - El Shaddai!

    I am burning
    engulfing flame,
    in a blaze
    burning bright
    where darkness found.

    See me now
    engulf in flame,
    Heaven's torch,
    burning bright
    on my knees
    - fallen
    - praying
    - humble
    - burning.
    In a blaze
    burning bright.
    darkness flee
    I ignite
    - blazing.

    I am burning
    on my knees
    - fallen
    - praying.
    - El Shaddai!
    - El Shaddai!

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