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Artist's Name: Sheona McCaig
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Sheona]
Poem Category: Nature
Poem's Title: To The River
Poem:

Behold the peaceful waters by,
As ephemeral as the hour.
Bringing bygone memory nigh
As it follows life's meandering course.
Through the glass I see my source -
A source that shall devour.



Tearstained is the silky stream,
The looking-glass mirrored o'er.
In the reflection afeared face screams.
Crystal ripplets blue as sky
In which reflections I may spy
Yield haunting wail from times of yore.



My frosty river beneath bridge sweeps,
An emblem of youth's beauty lost.
Mother Nature weakly weeps
For that which is gone forever.
Summer sun will return never,
The fringes laced with frost.

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Artist's Name:Carrie Wong
Artist's Elftown User Name:[Dil*]
Poem Category: Jovial
Poem's Title: Easily Amused
Poem:

Easily Amused

A cat statuette is on the counter.
It has a wobbly, nobly left paw.
Blank Black pupils stare into nothing.
Red, blue beads accenting, adorning.

I stretch my arm, I reach toward it.
I slowly give the paw a little tip.
Back and forth the golden paw started to swing.
My oh my, it certainly has a surprising spring.

Back and forth the golden paw swings.
Its gaudy gold surface shines.
Back and forth the golden paw swings.
I got to get me one of those things.

Back and forth the golden paw swings.
My eyes begin to water, lost in the motion.
Back and forth the golden paw swings.
All the amusement this thing brings!

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Artist's Name: John Bussey
Artist's Elftown User Name: [SilverBlue82]
Poem Category: Fantasy
Poem's Title: Bitten in the Night
Poem:

In the beginning there was three,
few and proud and full of glee.
Until the day when they discovered,
that the blood of others was all they hunted.
Rays of sun burnt so the sky turned dark,
for night and hell was all they sought.
With this the red mark grew,
as they made children and they in-turn grew too.
And with newly discovered immortal death,
they found earth is not heaven but hell at best.

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Artist's Name: Jeff Webster
Artist's Elftown User Name: [wildCARD]
Poem Category: Sad
Poem Status: Dueling
Poem's Title: The Man In The Moon
Poem:

Little Tommy was a cynical boy
His skepticism stood like a tower on the plains
He never wanted all the brand new toys
Instead he wanted to know why sometimes it rains


One night out the window of the family car
Mother asked him could he see the face staring below
"A man that's on the moon living in the stars?"
Tommy couldn't find it; he softly replied, "No..."


Tommy learned to despise the night sky
The object of his embarrassment evaded his sight
Every time friends would look up he would wonder why
This fairy tale brought such fascination with the night


Tommy finally grew up to balance the books
For his job behind a desk that he would grow to hate
Two children in his family, a wife that cooks
Living some men's dream, but happiness came too late...


Thomas watched his kids grow along with himself
And his wife would take the kids beneath the stars,
As he watches, his childhood comes off the shelf
He glances at the sky but sees nothing but dark...


As his family waited all around his death bed
They stood and listened, although his speech was slow,
He smiled ever softly and tilted his head
And said "There's only one thing I must do before I go."


A Miracle! And none could come too soon!
As a tear formed and glistened in the corner of his eye,
He said, "I finally see The Man In The Moon."
And with those words and a smile, he lay down and died.

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Artist's Name: Greg
Artist's Elftown User Name: [sweetblasphemy]
Poem Category: Deep Thoughts
Poem's Title: The Sickness
Poem:

Spinning earth, oh
How I do adore
Every last bit of it, the breath
Sucked from my lungs
Like venom from a wound
A virus screaming
From homostasis, a rupture
The civilized world falls
For the barbaric nature
Of London
Paris
New York
Foul scars on the face of this earth
The disease is my home, I revel in it's rot
I turn myself in it's bed, a slave
A lover of freedom, I am not free
My shoulders are free of freedom
I am only myself
A carrier of the illness, the malaide
Beauty is bestowed
On every inch of the vile smell
Of man's downfall - himself

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