Poetry competition CLOSED 7th April 2019 00:01am
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Through the Alphabet--The Letter "G"
Poetry Contest Description
Use all the words in the list below, in a poem
Next up, the letter "G" ! Same rules as the other alphabet comps:
One poem per poet
Any style, length
Use all the words in the list in your poem
Two weeks to complete
Winner is decided by public vote
Here's your list of words:
Gilded
Gothic
Georgia
Gallant
Grace
Given
Glory
Ghost
Graven
Gesture
One poem per poet
Any style, length
Use all the words in the list in your poem
Two weeks to complete
Winner is decided by public vote
Here's your list of words:
Gilded
Gothic
Georgia
Gallant
Grace
Given
Glory
Ghost
Graven
Gesture
Anonymous
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G`s towards God
She had the grace and canonized to righteous heights
Saint Georgia wore the gilded cloak in a triptich depicted by Hieronymus Bosch
The faithfull kneel in silence and murmour salutations to her countenance
Before gallant Saint Joan of ark, her graven ledgend lost to modern folk
For the given faith she had a benidiction of gods shining face
The gothic darkness that was turned away, revieled the light of incandecent right
Gesture with a candle and cross yourself and try to emulate her life
For that mantle, Jesus suffered and gave all on the cross
The ghost of glory is the faith in the shrine where our lost souls reside
Saint Georgia wore the gilded cloak in a triptich depicted by Hieronymus Bosch
The faithfull kneel in silence and murmour salutations to her countenance
Before gallant Saint Joan of ark, her graven ledgend lost to modern folk
For the given faith she had a benidiction of gods shining face
The gothic darkness that was turned away, revieled the light of incandecent right
Gesture with a candle and cross yourself and try to emulate her life
For that mantle, Jesus suffered and gave all on the cross
The ghost of glory is the faith in the shrine where our lost souls reside
Written by slipalong
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Anonymous
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Real Gs
Gloria, Grace and Georgia were some real Gs,
They were given the gracious gift of beauty,
They were bank robbers back in the 1930’s,
Distracting security guards who were on duty.
Gloria was a gorgeous read head, pale and soft,
Grace a brunette with a delicate Gothic look,
Georgia a tall blonde with a tan for days,
And whatever they liked, they took.
One day, a gallant gentleman opened the door,
And the three in kind gesture gave him a kiss,
The gentleman swooned with a gilded cheek,
Not realizing this would be a short lived bliss.
But the cops had been alerted to their stakeout,
As they waited for the trio to meet their quarry,
It was a shootout to the death for all of them,
As the three real Gs went out in a blaze of glory.
They were buried next to each other in a graveyard,
Silhouettes graven on the marker without their names,
For decades their ghosts haunted the banks they robbed,
But the towns and the businesses were never the same.
Gloria, Grace and Georgia were some real Gs,
They were given the gracious gift of beauty,
They were bank robbers back in the 1930’s,
Distracting security guards who were on duty.
Gloria was a gorgeous read head, pale and soft,
Grace a brunette with a delicate Gothic look,
Georgia a tall blonde with a tan for days,
And whatever they liked, they took.
One day, a gallant gentleman opened the door,
And the three in kind gesture gave him a kiss,
The gentleman swooned with a gilded cheek,
Not realizing this would be a short lived bliss.
But the cops had been alerted to their stakeout,
As they waited for the trio to meet their quarry,
It was a shootout to the death for all of them,
As the three real Gs went out in a blaze of glory.
They were buried next to each other in a graveyard,
Silhouettes graven on the marker without their names,
For decades their ghosts haunted the banks they robbed,
But the towns and the businesses were never the same.
Anonymous
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