Memories of childhood simply filter through
Like water in a desert and that will never do
Sweet child of graces do you know who I am
I will do your every biding
I will follow your every command
I'm holding wild aces to see me away
Those wild, wild aces that always come into play
I felt your every waking moment
With each and every aching movement
There were no wild accusations
Or any promised some day salvation
I'm holding wild aces to see me away
Those wild, wild aces that always come into play
There are whispers between sinning and lying
And we are bound by them without really trying
You wear your faith proudly like a diamond pin
Between the living and the dying world we all live in
I'm holding wild aces to see me away
Those wild, wild aces that always come into play
I'm holding wild aces to see me away
Those wild, wild aces that always come into play
A contest entry
- Emotions by cheeku.
400 points, ended December 5, 2008, 14 entries
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Wonderful, i love your use of repetition, it makes it even stronger than it already is, thank you so much for your entry! =]
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Ya gotta love it!
those special cards we all hold onto for those times when we just need to go on ... and your poem describes this well. I was tempted to place one of my own in this comment box that shares like thought but I know that the Queen of hearts next to this box is already looking sad!
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The Ace of Trades, the King of Arts,
A most unlikely pair,
And so I wait - play patiently
With muse of solitaire.
I'll gamble on and take the chance
The odds for us - the same !
The only game at that last gate
Adaptability ...
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