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A call to arms, to those whose pen is mightier than the sword.: poetrycritic
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Squirrel of Destiny (. A call to arms, to those whose pen is mightier than the sword. So I found out about this tonight, about a recently graduated highly school student who literally (in every sense of the word) had her writing plagiarized in the past month and then resubmitted in not one, not two, but three. Poetry contests, and won them all in one form or another, garnering over $5200 in prizes. This is from a writer of Pudding House, the publisher of the young author's work:. This is a letter I just ...
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A Needed Ending (LEAVE COMMENTS PLEASE): poetrycritic
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A Needed Ending (LEAVE COMMENTS PLEASE). I’ve been climbing this high mountain. The risen end’s just steps away. But something makes me want to stop. Should I give up what I have got? I’m happy with what I now have. I’m pleased with the mountain’s first half. Why must I reach the higher side. And leave everything here behind? Better chances, they wait for me. So I’ll go though unwillingly. I just need a little more time. To bid my friends my last goodbye. This scrapbook of mine I call Life.
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Our Story: poetrycritic
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I had always prayed night and day. For a stranger to come my way. Have made stories about love lives. Chapters that weren’t really mine. Then one day I chose to stop. Couldn’t take another sharp shot. From cupid’s misleading arrows. And all the ups and downs of hope. Just when I tried to say goodbye. To the stranger I want in life. All of a sudden, you found me. My life changed unexpectedly. I am yours and you are still mine. Together for wrong and for right. This lone deer found himself a doe.
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We Can Make It Right As I watch and listen to the television I…: poetrycritic
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We Can Make It Right. As I watch and listen to the television. I see our own government full of corruption. They keep on telling us that it is for the best. Though they use our money for their own interest. It’s so hard to understand the world around me. We know what’s right and yet we find it hard to see. We let our superiors treat us as their own pawns. That’s why they think that we are something they can own. What has happened to the Philippines the world knew? He is a servant of God, the man God has ...
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If only...: poetrycritic
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Edit: Of all things I forgot to introduce myself! Can a tear drink in silence? Or does a torrent silence the tears? Is a broken heart forever shattered? Or does chasing freedom break an old man’s back? How can eyes weep with such sorrow? Or does a small girl’s cry ease her pain? Can a single soul see another one suffer? Or does a dying planet feel remorse for its killers? Is a hand cold at the touch? Or does a skeletal hand force you to submit? Does silence pierce the heart like a knife?
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