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On Baseball sponsored by Matt Caliri
Contest Deadline: 7/10/2009 12:00:00 AM

Music to Your Pen sponsored by Michele Nold-Godleske
Contest Deadline: 7/15/2009 12:00:00 AM

Inspiration in Haiku sponsored by Raul Moreno
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LIGHT MY FIRE sponsored by Brian Strand
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My Earliest Memory sponsored by Danielle White
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"The Other Side of Reality" sponsored by Michael Jordan
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love and Forgiveness sponsored by Jim Fish
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The clarinet glass lover - the return of the clarinet glass lover wake up with a wine glass clarinet shape in your hands to feel the boiling tinge it seems exactly how my fingers craft looking over absolutely riveting how the miracle drips i raise my glass piking to a shrine or a dumb flute close to a hot bath plays the clarinet glass my shape it weaves in a cheer

War Heroes Between black wheel tarmac the crossing reflects a figure in polished paint at the stagger of his old loose feet crosses the barrier of traffic with the beacons conversation meaning nothing its flashing occupation signals his lolled neck stumbling sucks the bottle for one last time and forgets Sighting on blurred reactions sipping the spit of his dribble he stares at his daughter mannequin wincing past his performance begging her to listen while her attention is fixed ahead the traffic rolls slick full of monoxide toxic breathes the waste of her distress she ignores the principal wave of his bottle releasing her breath with the clutch the zebra smells like a mouse trap the white ladder bars and black adder cars bump pristine edges on his boots he sways across The market trolleys squeak echoes the ache she steps on tender ankles swollen while he eases her past the cardboard the plastic bags of her life crammed to full the tatters of memories she thinks of china cups and lost children on blazing streets that lived on rations Some where in her mind he is a hero medals adorning his battered uniform the traffic roars as loud as the blitz some where in his mind he sees her yellow skin the gunpowder struggle and the munitions factory have worn away her beauty but still her eyes are sweet and lovely and the traffic blasts like the blitz on the people they were before

I remember so often in elementary When teachers would ask us to write about our family I would always write about you first Read it aloud and claim you’re the best I was young, didn’t know what’s right or wrong Didn’t bother even if not once ever did you offer me a song Didn’t wonder why you never read me a story Cause my teachers would always say “give your father the glory” I always do what you told me, don’t know ‘til when Though my siblings were crying every now and then Though my mother would weep thinking we couldn’t see But to me you’re superman and that’s all you’ll ever be I never questioned what you do Though at times you just come home drunk out of the blue Though at times I wonder why you carry other children on your lap While you left me all alone on the mat Do you even know how painful it was? When you called me dumb out right When I strived to always be the first But not once did you ever congratulate me Do you even know how hard to hide the fright? When you banged my sister’s door with all your might When I heard you beating your sick little brother in the middle of the night But at that time I still believed you’re right Stupid me, stupid naïve little me But things change don’t they? Like night has its day I saw what’s it like in other houses I started asking why my mother married you, Had she had no other choices? Now they say you’ve changed In and out of the church Helping others with your prayers But eighteen years is just too long I won’t even bother if you sing me a song Though rarely did you spank me Psychological torture etched a deep scar in me So Pa, sorry for growing up so fast Sorry my childhood naivety didn’t last I’m no longer Daddy’s girl now, you see Cause that little girl was just the blind me

Father in heaven Please to my prayer listen My only son kindly bless him To war in Iraq he is going I don’t ask for gold or silver Only Thy protection and care Kindly watch every step he makes Please be with him every moment When he was still a lad My dream was him to be your servant I gave him your name, ABDI-EL Meaning servant of God Father, once more I beg of you Shield him with your salvation Against the enemies of democracy Allow him to return to us safely I promise unto You, Oh Loving Father A thanksgiving to you we will offer A token of appreciation for saving my boy And be with us once more

By Jese "Booboo" Trotter .....Like A Gost..... ............Im Waiting............ ..................Seperated.................... ...............Im Fading..................................... ..........................Bonded By Love....................... .............My Heart Is Stuck................................. ............Through Miles Of Concrete............ ...................Will We Ever Give Up??.............. ..............Floating On The Wind............ .......A Letter From Him....... Floating On The Wind A Paper Flower Ink Smudged By Tears And Rain Read My Heart Never Give Up> My Love I Promise Ill Never Give Up ...........................We Are Not Doomed Forever.................................................................. .................................Ill Find You...................................................................................... ............................................Again................................................................................... ..............................................And We'll Be Together.........................................................

the way i made things the way they should to be man is the image of me women the image of my goal the universe made for she and man but a pillar like a strong tall pillar man is to stand for she holder of unconditional things holder of her hearts goal seer of what is to be a pillar standing tall like me a chisel is what i made she to etch on the pillar that is the image of me to write her heart apon me scripting her dreams to be binding unconditional things sorrowful is the blank pillar never have felt the cut of she her etching is my goal waiting for her chisel upon me a pillar is empty of things dreaming of script to be untamed and lost is she without the image of me apart the chisel and pillar have but empty things nothing but what could be and a silent distant goal when the chisel meets me script dreams upon a pillar bare unconditional things writer of the seers goal free is the hand of she the etch her dreams on me this is the way i mad things and the they should be a universe for a chisel and pillar

.Love Love, in the time war has not spared a single deserted heart. While bleeding to death still love escapes to some moonland nonexistent. politics of love knows theories, so strange. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

A fragment of your shattered soul is all I have since last we met; it wavers to the gentle sigh of nature's woodwind melody. I stand before horizon blue with living-love at fingertips; like a blooming heart, its crimson cast intones a blissful purity. A faint sensation weaves throughout the solitary atmosphere; its aromatic subtlety alleviates my wistful mind. Your tender touch and sprightly smile, I now recall so vividly. In a joyous breath, my inner being is purged of its dysphoric bind. A fragment of your shattered soul is all I have, but now I know; its vernal pulse must be returned so that you can be truly free. My last goodbye, I give to you before I set your love adrift. I am grateful that you took the time to plant yourself and grow in me. Like the petals of this rose, you'll be... an eternally fragrant memory.

Numbing the persistence of sunrises and sunsets a mother waits engulfed in quicksand Wandering since the departure Rummaging for answers soothes His hollow chair like black granite His hollow bed smells of Axe Fishing rod, Maxim, Guitar A severe absence replete with silence and prayers that once were lullabies Her grimace uncorks sleep And those tightly closed hands just wake up to squeeze wrinkles On the wall shadows of bushes On the radio Lennon Imagine Tomorrow the letter will fall as feather but still shaking an endless abyss without awe Womb will twist, teeth will grind dripping, spattering, spitting rabies Through her throat a lump will release a creak, a crack, bitter yellowish-green nausea and dread and wrath and grief A swirl that will magnify to drown portraits, high-school books, stamps and hot-wheels A deflating no unstoppable being away far away a casualty not complete forsaken—without her cord A roar to nowhere—suffering will have gone

I stare into the deepest heavens, and I loose my judgement in the color purple Ligth clouds fly overheard, a few birds glide, o'gentle, peaceful is their ride And then I found myself looking straight down at the ground, full of life, in every side Will men not see what a beautiful place we have to care for? I pray for a miracle The day grows gray, the sun weary of light hides in the horizon A beautiful moon stands guard, securing passage to spirits unknown Millions of stars peek into the world, to witness man and his mission Must a soul hide a lifetime if love to it has not yet been seen as hard as stone See not the frigid wind, for it breaks thy lips and oppresses thy breath Icy invisible, yet so harmful, for death arises in all that is evil and not sane Shivering, crawling teeth are the tunes that play as I feel the winds pain A mad sky, it rains tears and hopes of dreams to come, none but death Take a minute, look into a poets eyes, see his heart it prays As his naked eye has witnessed much pain and lament Take his heart, may thee bandage that broken piece for his love spills and sprays His dreams have abandoned his shadow, his windows show much torment He speaks of beauty and life all in rhyme Awaiting his vision to fulfill he writes all the freely given time He searches, yet not finds a heal to his strife Follow his soul, for it is "walking on life"

Mt heart is like a turn table it just keeps spinning and spinning Like the stars in the sky My love just keeps floating Sometimes you wishing on a star doesn't mean that's who you are My emotions is like an elevator they go up and down The real me doesn't hide who he is sometimes that comes back to bite me There isn't no other side to me They say that evil is in every good man In me evil is rejected, it doesn't exsist He or she who finds the real them should live in the promised land forever