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Of Dream
Dreams can make a man happy,
Fortune comes only to the lucky.
Future is always unknown to us,
Good things come surprisingly thus.
Hope can give us shelter,
If we embrace the dew of fortune through its filter.
For if dreams die, nobody knows why,
Life becomes a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
How's it going GG ?
Sorry Mick, all, my brother passed away last week, the muse is bummed out right now.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Thanks for the follow up though, but go ahead without me for this round.
No worries though, I'm still hanging around, watching from the wings.
Good luck on the judging.
Sorry to hear about your loss, Gilliatt Gurgle.
May God be with you in your sorrow, GG
God Bless
Pen
Thanks everyone, here we go.
I'm going to give it to YesNo because it may not be profound or moving - but it is funny and clever and seamless . Well Done.
Thanks, prendrelemick!
The next subject is anything to do with the current holidays however one might celebrate them from Christmas to New Years to Hannukkah to the Twelves Days of Christmas to the Winter Solstice. Whatever you celebrate this time of year. Or if you are anti-holiday, that would work as well. Grinches are welcome to participate.
Deadline: January 9th, Saturday
Jolly Old Spy
You better watch out, better open your eyes
Better watch your step I'm telling you why
Santa Claus works for the NSA
He's making a list, keeping a file
Every call you make, and your whole life style
Santa Claus works for the NSA
He sees you when you're sleeping
Through the camera in your TV
He records everything you say
Hidden microphones, you see
You better ditch your cell phone, change address
Disguise yourself to avoid the mess
Santa Claus works for the NSA
The only way to avoid this
Is to live off of the grid
So buy some remote property
And keep your family hid
Oh you better wake up, avoid this dude
Before your private life is on the news
Santa Claus works for the NSA
Yeah that fat old guy works for the NSA
Pendragon
Anyone else? I will announce a winner this Sunday.
Thanks for the entry, Pendragon. I knew there was something funny about Santa.
It looks like you are the only one to enter and since it is long past the deadline, you are the winner! Congratulations!
Um.thanks, but I will pass. Every time I come back to the contests, they just die. You go ahead an post a subject.
Ok, I'll continue with a new theme: Valentine's Day.
Deadline: whenever Valentine's Day occurs this year.
My love is like a red red rose,
Shame about the prickle,
But its worth it I suppose,
For a bit of slap and tickle.
Valentine's Day Cinquan
O be-
nign my valen-
tine - May our days prolong
May we grow stronger through this our
cancer
2/13/2016
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Keep Your Shafts Dry
Cupid left his quiver out in the rain
Bois-D’arc shafts began to curve.
Spotting me next to an Oak, he took aim,
not this time, the arrow took a swerve!
That flying baby’s arrow pierced the bark.
The sap started feeling frisky tingles.
Her canopy began swell, a herald from a Lark.
A litter of acorns now rattles my shingles.