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on 4/19/2012
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Jake’s land of Tomorrow |
Each step a myriad of miles so many strides in all. For just one glance of Cumberland as crystal waters fall. |
When day is veiled shall look upon a moon bows rarest glimmer Which forms,reflects an arch of light on still clear waters shimmer..
As morning casts her beauty; alters Fields to many shades. On gentle rolling meadow grass Her purple blue cascades.
Hear symphonies that fill the air sweet song of chickadees. Will carry threw the woodland paths to nest in tulip trees..
To glimpse,the blaze of Man o’ war that every colt must follow In Appalachian mountains high to deep secluded hollow.
From brow to face those silhouettes each stoop from grinding toil Will reap rewards black glistening jewel holds deep within its soil.
In echoed voice of Abraham no thistles here will grow Replaced by blooms of golden rod and trumpet vines on show
If time was ours to take my Jake perhaps a moment borrow I’d hold it just to stand with you to see land of tomorrow
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Jake’s land of Tomorrow |
Each step a myriad of miles so many strides in all. For just one glance of Cumberland as crystal waters fall. |
When day is veiled shall look upon a moon bows rarest glimmer Which forms,reflects an arch of light on still clear waters shimmer..
As morning casts her beauty; alters Fields to many shades. On gentle rolling meadow grass Her purple blue cascades.
Hear symphonies that fill the air sweet song of chickadees. Will carry threw the woodland paths to nest in tulip trees..
To glimpse,the blaze of Man o’ war that every colt must follow In Appalachian mountains high to deep secluded hollow.
From brow to face those silhouettes each stoop from grinding toil Will reap rewards black glistening jewel holds deep within its soil.
In echoed voice of Abraham no thistles here will grow Replaced by blooms of golden rod and trumpet vines on show
If time was ours to take my Jake perhaps a moment borrow I’d hold it just to stand with you to see land of tomorrow
We are very pleased to announce the winners of our Third Annual Poetry Contest.
First Prize
The $100 First Prize for the most popular poem is awarded to Eliza Keating from Glasgow, Scotland for her poem Old Times Sake. This beautiful poem describes true love that has grown through the years.
Happy Anniversary Poem – Old Times Sake
by Eliza Keating
(Scotland/Glasgow)
Come meet me in the park my love our place down by the lake.
Pretend that we are strangers now just for old times sake.
I’ll be waiting on our bench the one where first we sat.
And as you go to pass me by will stop and tip your hat.
I will nod the way I did and blush and then i’ll smile.
You’ll decide to sit with me and talk with me a while.
I’ll tell you as I did that day, my hopes, my dreams, my fear
We’ll sit and watch a rainbow form as skies begin to clear.
Will stay there til the day has passed and birds have all took flight.
Just you and I content at peace as darkness veils the night.
You asked me then to make a wish to see if it came true
I asked that day in years to come I’m sitting still with you
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We are very pleased to announce the winners of our Third Annual Poetry Contest.
First Prize
The $100 First Prize for the most popular poem is awarded to Eliza Keating from Glasgow, Scotland for her poem Old Times Sake. This beautiful poem describes true love that has grown through the years.
Happy Anniversary Poem – Old Times Sake
by Eliza Keating
(Scotland/Glasgow)
Come meet me in the park my love our place down by the lake.
Pretend that we are strangers now just for old times sake.
I’ll be waiting on our bench the one where first we sat.
And as you go to pass me by will stop and tip your hat.
I will nod the way I did and blush and then i’ll smile.
You’ll decide to sit with me and talk with me a while.
I’ll tell you as I did that day, my hopes, my dreams, my fear
We’ll sit and watch a rainbow form as skies begin to clear.
Will stay there til the day has passed and birds have all took flight.
Just you and I content at peace as darkness veils the night.
You asked me then to make a wish to see if it came true
I asked that day in years to come I’m sitting still with you
Cheap Wedding Solutions http://www.anniversary-gifts-by-year.com/happy-anniversary-poems.html#ixzz1rSzCuvom
Can you follow the link and if you like leave a comment for a chance for me to win the contest..Thank you for your continued support Eliza x
Happy Anniversary Poem – Old Times Sake
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Eliza Keating,
on 10/6/2011
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As a child I loved to read, and so as national poetry day is here this is my little dedication to reading and the importance of reading to little kid’s
A journey in books |
I love the taste of gingerbread cause of a little man |
I flew above the roof tops in search of Peter pan
I followed little babes when lost in scary wood
I carried bow and arrow‘s to be like Robin hood
I shouted Rumpelstiltskin‘s name,a hundred times at least
I realized that love was blind when beauty kissed the beast
I tried to tell the emperor that he had nothing on
I cried when ugly duckling became a graceful swan
I didn’t like that princess who fused about a pea
I sailed with owl and pussy cat,when they were all at sea
I thought that little Goldilocks in fact was rather rude
i faced a wolf to help a girl, her name, red riding hood
I feared when old sly fox put red hen upon his back
I climbed a giant’s beanstalk, and met a lad named Jack
I danced with Cinderella before she left the ball
I always knew dear snow white was the fairest of them all
I prayed those little piggies wouldn’t open up their door
I couldn’t sleep for beauty,for all she done was snore
I tried to walk with puss in boots,to get to London town
I called up to Rapunzel,as hair came tumbling down
and every friend I’ve spoke of, i met within a page
and grew to love each one of them,when i was just your age
As a child I loved to read, and so as national poetry day is here this is my little dedication to reading and the importance of reading to little kid’s
A journey in books |
I love the taste of gingerbread cause of a little man |
I flew above the roof tops in search of Peter pan
I followed little babes when lost in scary wood
I carried bow and arrow‘s to be like Robin hood
I shouted Rumpelstiltskin‘s name,a hundred times at least
I realized that love was blind when beauty kissed the beast
I tried to tell the emperor that he had nothing on
I cried when ugly duckling became a graceful swan
I didn’t like that princess who fused about a pea
I sailed with owl and pussy cat,when they were all at sea
I thought that little Goldilocks in fact was rather rude
i faced a wolf to help a girl, her name, red riding hood
I feared when old sly fox put red hen upon his back
I climbed a giant’s beanstalk, and met a lad named Jack
I danced with Cinderella before she left the ball
I always knew dear snow white was the fairest of them all
I prayed those little piggies wouldn’t open up their door
I couldn’t sleep for beauty,for all she done was snore
I tried to walk with puss in boots,to get to London town
I called up to Rapunzel,as hair came tumbling down
and every friend I’ve spoke of, i met within a page
and grew to love each one of them,when i was just your age
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Eliza Keating,
on 7/31/2011
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This is how Ellis and I passed the long journey home from london….if you can come up with anymore I’d love to hear them…if I really love one I may give you a signed free copy of my kids book……..
Never met an eskimo with a plaster on his toe sledging down the deep white snow trying to get to Idiho…….
Never met a girl named Shona with a sister called Fiona drinking long and cool corona in a bar in Arizona…….
Never met a desperado eating fresh ripe avocado in a park in Colorado……..
Never met a grizzly bear with pink ribbons in her hair walking round without a care in a mall in Delaware……
This is how Ellis and I passed the long journey home from london….if you can come up with anymore I’d love to hear them…if I really love one I may give you a signed free copy of my kids book……..
Never met an eskimo with a plaster on his toe sledging down the deep white snow trying to get to Idiho…….
Never met a girl named Shona with a sister called Fiona drinking long and cool corona in a bar in Arizona…….
Never met a desperado eating fresh ripe avocado in a park in Colorado……..
Never met a grizzly bear with pink ribbons in her hair walking round without a care in a mall in Delaware……
Never met an alter boy snging hymms of gods sweet joy looking sweet and rather coy in a church in illinois
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on 7/2/2011
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Do not be afraid to walk
where others may get lost
Do not be afraid to give
no matter what the cost.
Do not be afraid to hear
while others cover ears,
do not be afraid to face
your darkest deepest fears,
Do not be afraid to see
with eyes that open wide,
do not be afraid to stay
while others run and hide.
Do not be afraid to speak
when others wont agree ,
do not be afraid to stand
when others fall to knees
Do not whisper your reply
when others ask your name
raise your head,take a breath
and shout the world your name
© eliza.2010
Though I tried and I tried,I just couldn’t take flight
And tonight of all nights my old broom playing up
When I’m a contender for the witches gold cup
A prestige’s award yes I’ve been nominated
so please understand why I’m feeling frustrated
After many a year wishing and praying
Finally tonight I could have been saying
Who I’d like to thank…then I’d start to cry
This dream wont come true if old broomy wont fly
Now I remember,my stupid old cat
today peed on my broomstick and all over my hat
I’ll cast her a spell my old broom I will dry
and as quick as a flash We’ll be ready to fly
I don’t know how you do it! Great stuff!
Thank you so much..I have a dear writer friend Jake who lives in Kentucky so I wrote this piece for him..xx