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Contest Winner Poems: Shadows in my mind by LuciDreamer When I walked the corridors of my mind. I looked for a way out. Blackness is all I saw. Alone in fear. Does anyone care? Walls of solitude. Bound me in chains. There’s no door or window. To escape. I yell…I scream. No one comes. I’m destine to live. To dwell. In the shadows. Of my mind. Felosophy? by troubled_rainbow Does the cat, upon her throne above my desktop, wonder of the world, and universe and galaxies asunder? Can she even fathom the meaning of existence? And does she ever fear of losing all of her subsistence? Does she ever look above into the nighttime sky see the many varied worlds and gasp and wonder why? Do hours pass in which great thoughts explode within her dome ‘bout futuristic ventures or the final fall of Rome? I doubt the cat, upon her throne which moved onto my lap, thinks of these great expanses cause they’d interrupt her nap. Famous Poem The Irish Convict's Return by William Topaz McGonagall. Ye mountains and glens of Old Ireland, I've returned home to ye again; During my absence from ye My heart always felt great pain. Oh, how I long'd to see you dear Nora, And the old folks at home; And the beautiful Lakes o' Killarney, Where we oft together did roam. Ye beautiful Lakes of Killarney, Ye are welcome to me again; I will now reform my character, And from all bad company refrain. Oh, how I have long'd to see my old father And my mother dearer than all; And my favourite dog Charlie That wont to come at my call. Ye green hills and lakes of Old Ireland, Ye are dearer than life unto me; Many sleepless nights I have had Since my banishment from thee. But to-night I will see the old folks And my dear Nora too ... And she and I will get married, And I'm sure we will never rue. And we may have plenty of children, And for them I will work like a man. And I hope Nora and I will live happy, And do the best we can. For my own part, I will never grumble, But try and be content ... And walk in the paths of virtue, And remember my banishment. And at night at the fireside with Nora, I will tell her of my limbs being bound, And all my great hardships endured, And how I was lash'd like a hound. And when my story is ended, Nora will sympathise with her tears, Which will help to drown my sorrow, And help me through coming years. |
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