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5/29/2007 11:15 am |
The Challenge - Just for fun Write a poem incorporating all of the 10 words from the list. The words can be used in any order and may be changed to variations ie - Shop = Shops, Shopping, Shopper. Title your piece as you like. You can post your poem to your own blog, or post it here. If posting to your blog, then please post a message/link so we can all visit to read. Please do not post the challenge anywhere else. Thanks. Have fun  Muse Poetic Challenge # 9 Word List Absence, Form, Daunt, Penitent, Relic, Thorn, Sprawl, Gamble, Echo, Heir Blog Muse2u 
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5/29/2007 12:40 pm |
A poem echoes absence of form It's writer the penitent, his pen the relic his paper dauntless and the heir of his words A poem echoes the absence of rhyme It's writer the gambler, his pen the thorn as words sprawl on paper and finally take form
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5/29/2007 7:20 pm |
Dear Muse Wow this one snuck up on me.. only due to me still catching up on many watched posts..lol Ok wow.. so here we go... Like a thorn barely removed. A terrible gamble daunts the abyss of lifes road. I am but a relic penitent, sprawled and left in twisted form. I am but the only heir to secrets lost. Another great challenge thanks Muse loved it..  .."Oz" OzSummerBreeze
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5/29/2007 10:18 pm |
In the absence of my sanity I spent a lovely day or three And whispered to the deity Is this what we will come to be? I haven’t had a thought to spare Of what to do or what to wear Perhaps I’ll choose to be the heir Of someone who’ll pretend to care I’m gambling with my life you know Although I hope it doesn’t show I can’t remember where to go It’s kind of you to tell me, though Reviewing relics from long past Which one do you suppose will last Don’t see the tear, it’s gone too fast A new life from this clay I cast In the presence of this grand design Not penitent, nor yet benign This is where I have drawn the line It isn’t yours, nor is it mine Though daunted, my heart wanders still And seeks beyond the farthest hill Where echo’s linger on the rill And demons force you to their will Need’s thorns root deeper in my soul Until at last the hardened coal Bursts open and rebirths the foal Who races ever to the goal Sprawled openly to hide grim views Of crumbled asphalt avenues What form should we take from the cues Of anger’s words and laughter’s dues? Feel the passion, walk in peace, live in love....Ari 
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 5/30/2007 4:14 am |
The penitentiary sprawls, Daunting In its formlessness. An echoing reliquary Of absent hopes And gambled lives lost. An inheritance of thorns.
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5/30/2007 4:54 am |
My latest effort: Absence makes the heart grow fonder Or so they claim, it’s trite, it’s true. Penitent, I sprawled undaunted, Supine in my love for you. I gambled, won, the echo’s form Was left unspoken, dead, stillborn. Your heart’s dark heir, a plaintive relic Of the past’s deep reaching thorn. Keep the challenges coming. You inspire me, but isn't that what a muse is supposed to do?
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5/30/2007 7:01 am |
Hey Muse,all good with you i hope. Least i can do is give it a try,(tho i will admit had to check meaning of some words to formulate) As usual will keep it simple, lol, ok! A heir without a throne Stumbles over a lifeless form A relic sprawled on thorns His mind gambles with daunting thoughts An echo of absence fills in And penitent thoughts cave out As he reaches down for the relic And with it comes a piece of history Yes out of the thorns a relic Delivers a heir to a throne of history Thnx for challenge. Peace $ hugs
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5/30/2007 12:57 pm |
Someday the levy will break brought on by an absense of hope. All of life is a gamble it is a daunting task. In this penitent state I make a break for my freedom getting caught on a thorn I soon realize that there will be no escape. The heir to my throne will receive little, except for this relic from the old urban sprawl. True to form I stand tall, let me echo my feelings my thoughts and my dreams, life isn't always the way that it seems. jiffybob?
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5/30/2007 6:54 pm |
I have served the sprawl of you, your future forged by the echoes of concrete wishes that traveled first, usurped by the immigrant heirs already here. I laid it out, all, shelved the relics of my father's fear and spread thin to greet our gambles with success. I was there, a hidden spare and surely your penitence for survival. Your crime lay only in your arrival, but mine lived in the thorned daunts of overgrowth and egress. I formed the sprawl of you. In the space where fielded wishes should have grown like unwatched trees, your absence is built upon the compromise of my disgrace. Peace .. elaine67
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5/30/2007 7:19 pm |
Damn!!! y'all are to good for me. But tag me on my blog if you want to see one of the ones I've written.
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5/30/2007 9:26 pm |
well that did'nt scare me ....I don't even know what those words mean..hahahah Gover scared the crap out of me....well not so lady like am I.....but my name aint so ladylike either so....ratz ass...I don't care....hahahh love ya...
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5/30/2007 9:30 pm |
well that I understood a bit more
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5/31/2007 3:24 am |
HI eveyone I just wanted to say fantastic work on your poems I have internet connection problems at the moment, so if I haven't gotten around to visiting your blog yet, then you know why. Have a great day and thanks for taking part, visiting the challenge Blog Muse2u
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6/2/2007 3:59 pm |
My attempt Your absence. It daunts me, Like a swinging penitent. A stable form, Yet sprawled like a thorn bush. Echoing through my mind. Life is a gamble. Like an heir to the thrown, Good things come in time.
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6/2/2007 8:45 pm |
Okay I tried something Gowerboy does...use as few words as possible...don't think it works particularly well...but what the heck... The penitents’ echoes sprawl: formless dauntless, they are thorny relics heirs to a gambled absence Wishing you happiness Misty Wishing you happiness Misty
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6/7/2007 3:11 am |
Great poems smalltownguy and misty Blog Muse2u
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