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Post by Al Truest on Jul 10, 2008 0:07:22 GMT
^ Lovely.  Very artful and apt for a sausage poem. Yes I am the Sausage King.  |
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Post by rosabelbelieve on Jul 10, 2008 20:04:38 GMT
Yes I am the Sausage King. Undoubtedly. |
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Post by Al Truest on Aug 31, 2008 1:10:00 GMT
Life
each hallowed day yields sunshine
except the evenings shaded despairingly
yet time evolves
strengthening
giving
greater rewards shall loom...
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Post by Al Truest on Sept 11, 2008 1:34:50 GMT
Life each hallowed day yields sunshine except the evenings shaded despairingly yet time evolves strengthening giving greater rewards shall loom... Thank You Hope... No one ever remembers selflessness sadly your recollections shall leave empty yearning good deeds should determine esteem...  This is beautiful, Al. I tried to do a sausage poem, but found it nearly impossible  You make it look so easy. |
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Post by Al Truest on Jun 27, 2009 21:40:43 GMT
Karma
artificial lillies surround dead dreams
sorrow
weeping gnashing grimness
shame
everlasting goals surrendering
guilt
too overwhelming
grace
everlasting grace... |
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Post by Al Truest on Nov 23, 2009 3:41:23 GMT
Muse
even now
when no other response evolves
serene - energetic calm
motivates spiritual liaisons
shared dreams shall linger...
remembrances sacred...
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Post by Al Truest on Nov 23, 2009 3:47:22 GMT
miraculous
salubrious sentiment,
tacit temptation
no other realm
means something greater
realization now waits...
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Adena
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This time around we dance - we're chosen ones
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Post by Adena on Dec 3, 2009 11:56:12 GMT
Time
echoes sound deep
pain never relieves
sleep poor, rest tense
end dreams' silent test
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Post by Barry SR Gowing on Dec 4, 2009 18:33:18 GMT
Confusion
New ways seem mistaken
Never revealing gratification
Now we expect trite evasions
Stop predicting God's salvation
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Post by Al Truest on Dec 6, 2009 15:46:39 GMT
^^ Both very well done.  Happy You unwind decidedly you understand divinity yes salubrious sentiment tempers sour relationship |
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Post by tannis on Dec 7, 2009 1:27:28 GMT
Writing sausage poetry is so difficult! Here is my first and probably my last attempt...
the empty yesterdays
silent talkies
sound drowned
drugged depressions
sealed down
nervous smiles
small locutions
shakespeare euripides
salad digressions
scrambled deadhead
defensive emotions
seeks self
for reformed devotions
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Post by Adena on Jan 23, 2010 13:46:55 GMT
Your rapturous sentiments seem mendicant
treasure every yearning grief
Fate ending God's sequestration
Never remembering grace's sleep
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Post by Adena on Jan 23, 2010 14:08:47 GMT
Politics seduces satire
every yarn nuanced
Nation, nukes, surplus.
Some eminent traitors scream
Mirroring grievous schemes
Somebody yelling gregarious soliloquies
Sundown nursing sadness.
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 23, 2010 20:17:03 GMT
^ X cellent reflection nothing gilded deserves sanctification no offerings shiny yielding gratification new ways shall linger reticent true eternal law with hesitance. |
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Post by Adena on Jan 30, 2010 8:00:10 GMT
Meridian
Never reveal love's exactitude
End dreams' silent test
Truth heralds synergy
Yearning women never rest
Oblivion
Nuanced dreams
Salubrious screams
Steps still limit truth
Here ends silly youth
(I cheated slightly on the apostrophe - but who can resist putting 'exactitude' into a poem? Certainly not me.)
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Very artful and apt for a sausage poem.
You make it look so easy.
