Contest Entries

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My Soul Has Been Haunted

This is a fictional poem about a tragedy that occurred on...

My Soul Has Been Haunted

A tragedy occurred last Christmas that makes me feel shame.
My only son died on Christmas Day and I'...

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Stolen

Stolen

What are you complaining about, madam?
My handbag has been stolen.
Oh, how much money was in...

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WGAC CHRISTMAS TREE

Bad Rap

WGAC CHRISTMAS TREE

What's so great about a Christmas Tree?

The needles can fall off and make a mess...

If they...

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WGAC JESUS STYLE

WGAC JESUS STYLE

Chains break free...

​​​​​​Shoulder weights get lifted off...

It's more difficult for an...

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WGAC DAY

WGAC DAY

Christmas every day would be so cool...

People keeping the feeling going...

We could decide...

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Here's the Problem

Here's the Problem

So here's the problem
You can think of what you want
But you can't solve them
It’s...

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Poetry and soup

Poetry and soup

Warm poetry
is like warm soup
on the verge of burning the tongue

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Bold glamour

You smile so nicely,
Your hair is so perfect,
No flaws whatsoever.
Your photos inspire...

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Future time traveler looks...

Future time traveler looks back one century ago

I exhibit health and virility at one hundred and
64 years astride planet earth, whereby spouse,...

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BELIEVE

BELIEVE

THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE!

sparrowsong

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HAS YOUR TIDE TURNED?

HAS YOUR TIDE TURNED?

You woke up this morning...

Good morning!

What a rich and fabulous time you are having?...

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Love gone Counted earthly...

Crucifixion

ON THE KNEE OF THE ICE
CRAWLING AGAINST THIS DIAMOND VICE
AS SHE SAT UPRIGHT
...

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Late night

Late night

As your heart becomes of moods as a moon in rising

as your heart speaks in verses never been told...

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On wanting to become a...

On wanting to become a Norwegian bachelor farmer

I (Matthew Scott Harris, a nineteen seventy seven Methacton alum, and an eccentric and opportunistic...

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Lost man Part 3

Lost man Part 3

If I was the falsely accused. I’d pay my bail; I’d walk in shoes made of sand.
I’d give up hope, I’d...

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THE NAME CALLING CONTINUES

THE NAME CALLING CONTINUES

Do you know this is what's being said about you now?

You all sound like a bunch of Monsters......

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DARN IT IT'S A TEAR...

DARN IT IT'S A TEAR JERKER!

Excuse me?

Hi Sparrowsong...

Hi...

What's wrong?

Do you have tissues?...