Merrion's Wood 3-Silver Awards
Dew Drop Chandeliers 2- Silver Awards
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Cocooned in meditation, my eager sail unfurls.
My ocean’s spraying beads, like champagne pearls -
A little duck has told me
that to-day’s a special day. -
I roamed about a starless sky,
devoid of all ambition, -
Will I stand tall when faced with death’s abyss;
when standing at the edge of this dear world? -
Look closely at the early morning dew.
As day awakes it magically appears. -
(On top of Old Smokey)
Option 2 spoof of a song -
Oh lovely rose, I watch while petals fall / to tell me that my love will not return. / This wretched war, a hundred men in all, / have left
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It’s Flora’s Day, in Spring.
It’s time to choose The Mayday Queen. -
How shall I go, when I am asked to leave?
When death decides it’s time to bid farewell. -
Her perfume lingers, like her smile.
My every thought she’ll claim.14 lines, 3 comments, on Mar 25 2:08 PM 2007
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In Merrion’s Wood I love to walk,
Such peaceful thoughts it brings. -
What story could you tell me?
You’ve been standing there so long.33 lines, 9 comments, on Apr 3 2:41 PM 2007
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I’ve not many virtues remaining, / though it’s only myself I am blaming. / It is at my own cost, / my virginity’s lost. / But I’ve still go5 lines, 23 comments, on Jun 19 2:19 AM 2007. In Limerick
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“Oh, darn it, look what you did there. / You made me jump and that’s not fair. / I’ve tried so hard for this last hour, / and now you’ve go
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To follow in the footsteps of the Bard and hear words seeping forth from Avon’s veins,
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The choice was grill or oven-bake,
to get the latest ‘look’. -
How will you be remembered?
Have you given this some thought? -
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Take my hand, I promise you, / I’ll never let it go. / I’ll take you to a special place, / where tender orchids grow. / In forest glades, o19 lines, 18 comments, on Mar 23 5:16 PM 2007. In Love
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I’m the brolly, ‘she’ forgot. / You know, the usual tale. / Carried here and carried there, / in case of rain or hail. / / Yesterday was j
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This is a true story - and Yes I am a grumpy old woman.40 lines, 8 comments, on Mar 11 6:19 PM 2007
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Shall I compare thee to a Poet’s Prayer? / When contests ask for words of merry wit, / Mere mortals left just standing there, / To curse ou
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A simple glance at nature should inspire
For now she tempts us in her Autumn dress. -
Not for the faint hearted, but every word of this is true! Only my son's name has been changed.
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Will you step a little nearer.
said the doughnut to the bun. -
When Walter sadly passed away,
a meeting they did call. -
This world can find no sun now thou art gone.
The birds now mute, remember not their song. -
You know you’re having a good day when, at eight, / you’re toast pops out your favourite shade of brown. / And though it isn’t heading for your plate, / This time it’s not landed butter side down. / Then you read
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