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Glasshouse Contest Entries 1.Glasshouse Contest Entries
Kaleidoscopic prisms, the dancing life beyond a willingness for prison, shackled only in the belief that glass may tear and sever sinew, with the vulnerable cowardice, insensitive to anything but pain--
aggrieved, not by the squalor of society (Here, I will press my hand to yours, without fear of germs and blinding pain, here you cannot hit me, strike me, or defile my every whim--
here, perhaps I can dream--)
an idyllic world, with the grass untouching, scampering ants working their way around me,
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Ballad of the Lone ProspectorThe Ballad of the Lone ProspectorBallad of the Lone Prospector
I met him up the Murchison, on digs just out of Trillbar A scrawny lad, with pan in hand and shoes that'd trodden far His dusty face grimaced, as he tipped the dirt again "For the all the luck that I've had, would have killed a better man" And as the last light faded, across the distant hills The youngster in his angst bit the bitter pills
My inquires showed the young man hadn't eaten now for days His water bag was drying and his head was in a haze Well I'd been waltzing matilda, near a billabong for weeks So my supplies were quite suf


SongbirdAs I walk down a street Opaque by street light I see a man As translucent as glass He holds out his hand and whispers sadness And guiltSongbird
I stand next to him as he whispers He tells me of a murder That was not his own But of a bird
He told me of how happy he was of this bird A songbird Who sang delectable tunes of fortune and fame Whose feathers were green and blue
He told me of how this song bird sang everyday In a cage of gold Singing of a freedom When it thought no one was listening
He told me of how greed o


The swiftsread please.The swifts
The swifts. No! with ease! Feel the beat Of fluttering birds Twittering on the tongue! The swifts The boy looks up, Anxiously waiting if I will *Cough* The swifts
He stutters through the rest of the page. In his haste, forgetting half a stanza. *Sigh*
Please picture for your second try, a tiny bird Buried in the bushes. WAITING Waiting for the wind To LIFT him up,


Mockery of a GodI have learned that theMockery of a God
taste of failure is bitter and it stings the tongue.
It had been a wonderous idea. A world where peace was prominent, where I was god.
Where evil was banished, and the dreaded sickness known as human disdain and contempt, was unknown.
But I was young, and foolish.
Soon I was cursed with a plague of my own: boredom.
I looked toward my brothers' and sisters' creations. They had wars, and fantastic literature that spoke of rebellion and oppression.
My creation,
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If only, if only the woodpecker cries,
The Bark on the trees was as soft as the skies.
The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
And howls to the moon, if only, if only.
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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.... It's about learning how to dance in the rain"
"You hurt the ones you love the most"
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Check out the tragic lifestory of Mr. Jones
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