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St. Patrick's Day Contest

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone! Especially anyone Irish in the group!




Did you know St. Patrick's color was actually blue, not green? (Thanks Masi for that fact xP) Well anyway, St. Patrick's Day is often a day of green and shamrock everything, so this contest's theme is going to be

*drumroll*

LUCK

Any type of luck, from great luck to a lack of it, or what luck means to you!

Have fun!

Starts: March 17, 2017
Ends: March 30, 2017

Two poem entries per person.

Wishing

I wish upon the moon,
Wished on Orion’s belt last night;
Figured out constellations and orbiting asteroids
Don’t grant wishes.
There’s a well down the path with the deep
Purple flowers
And I always throw a few flowers inside,
When I’m allowed to walk down that way,
And wish.
I wish whenever I hear a bell or chime,
And you know how you make a wish on your birthday?
I blow out the candle next to my bed,
And every day I make a wish
Because it has to be somebody’s birthday and
Maybe they forgot to use theirs.
So far I’ve been out of luck.
I could wish for that,
But then I would need luck for my wish to be granted to have luck
And I’m not mathematical enough
To want to go around in those
Crazy logic circles
Just to get a wish.
I wish whenever I see the sunrise or sunset.
I wish on fireflies and June bugs and when I see cat’s eyes
Glowing in the dark.
I wish on shooting stars,
Or any other kind of star.
I could make a billion wishes every night
But I always seem to fall asleep
Before I can even get partway through the Milky Way.
I wish and wish and hope and hope and try and try
But nothing ever comes and
It’s been so long and
Now when I close my eyes
I see a thousand shooting stars.
They say I’m getting sicker.
I hear their low deep voices talk to my parents.
One time when they thought I was asleep I heard
My mother start to cry.
She covered it with her hand.
The diamond sparkled in the light,
And I wished on it automatically.
Maybe someday I will live or die and stop
Hanging in this terrible interim.
Maybe someday I will see that lucky shooting star.
Maybe someday I too will glow in the dark wherever people go when they die.
Maybe someday I will remember
What it is I’m wishing for.

Luck's Truth

They roll around in luck
Picking four leaf clovers,
Searching the ground for pennies-
Heads side up of corse.

No black cats
No ladders to walk under
No broken mirrors.
Coast is clear.
No bad luck to stop us now.

But it doesn't matter.
We all trip and fall you see?
We all make some mistakes.
Bad luck is a natural thing.

Use your penny to buy some candy
And that cat could use a home.
It's not so bad to relax a little.
Don't worry about luck.
The universe might give you some.

What goes around comes around.