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Acrostic: Filipino Race

An acrostic (from the late Greek akróstichis, from ákros, 'top', and stíchos, 'verse') is a poem or other form of writing in an alphabetic script, in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.

Far down South China Sea
Indigenous brave men and women lives
Loyal, friendly, fearless happy people
Ingenious and not to be outsmarted
Pearl of the orient no other else in Asia
Islands nurtured by Mother Nature and its wonders
Not to fear surrender its freedom and liberty
Only to die and ready to struggle to self-determination
Race to economic prosperity
Ace of democracy and ingenuity
Challenges to fight back in defense of its sovereignty
Echoes people power through out the world

poem by Noel Horlanda
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Threads Paint a Plan Neat

Kindly read notes for explanation of acrostics

Plan unshut theme tale. Warp writ scheme it seems.
Allow claims, - meet able essay's real reel.
I bead, mend, scan English in ideal spiel -
new art ideas we thread, pen novel themes.
tress respun words, wed writing's subtle gleams.
Although remade, we argue verse with zeal
Pleasured thought so maid deep poet feels,
letter read acrostic has spelt dreams
a few, sum drawn, believe - call to see schemes.
Name see housed in cross weaving we conceal.
Nomadic aims we thread, see, note, - tale reel
emerges now, wakes wit, fills in thought streams.
Art, dumb, dare meet as double lines end measure,
true leisure as my law, elated treasure.

THREADS PAINT A PLAN NEAT

External acrostic PAINT A PLAN NEAT
Vertical acrostic from H of Theme first line
HANDS HEED HANDS
Diagonal Acrostic from first letter P... PLEASURE
Word PLEASURE 7th line
Diagonal Acrostic from last letter T
Diagonal Acrostic from letter M first line Theme MEASURE
Vertical acrostic from first line warp P
PAINTED PLAN SEE
Circular palindrome from first line ALEWA tale warp
ABLE WAS I ERE I SAW ELBA
Diagonal Acrostic from letter M last line My MEASURE

Additional internal acrostics
[I See Me] MAUDE C occuring 6 times
MEET, MEET THREADS WE SEE LATE occuring twice

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16th. May 2005 revised 24 March 2009

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Life's Karma's given light, our dream here gleams

Notes on Polyacrostic Palimpsests.

Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition
Acrostics to be found below – in alphabetical order:

Palimpsest: A manuscript on which more than one text is written
with earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible.

I: plain text - in black
II: Complete acrostic palimpsests highlighted

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Why Acrostic?

Acrostic poetry
conceals a word
read it repeatedly
on every first sentence
soon you'll know the secret
the theme reveals the word
in every first letter of the line
can see who/what the poem about

poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Not The Poem Then

NOT THE POEM THEN

Not the poem then
Although it can be the poem
Writing
Simply writing
This is the duty and the meaning
And the release from meaninglessness
And the ‘enabling me to go on’
The poem is only one form of it
It is the writing which matters
My life has been this
This writing
Even if it is a poor poem now
As I write these words
I live.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I'm Not Writing A Poem Today

I'm not writing a poem today, don't feel like writing,
Instead I'll watch soaps today, while nail-biting.
I'm not writing a poem today, I'm just going to sleep soon,
Instead I'll later wake up and look at the white moon,
I'm not writing a poem today, I'm just going to be sad,
Instead I'm going to search for something else that makes me glad.
So peace be unto anyone that reads the letter here,
For I am not writing a poem today, just going to get a beer.

poem by Chad Fisher
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A Ode Poem To You

My mother gave me an ode poem, oh how I love that poem
The scene of her perfume on it, the picture of me in her arms
This letter I keep with me all the time, I love it so much I sleep with it under my pillow
To her nice hand writing, to the black ink she wrote in, she wrote until her ink went low

My poem is great, my poem is wonderful, to the white paper she wrote on it’s beautiful
To the green words of the title, my poem she gave me is the best
I love how she gave the lip stick print on the top of my poem, sad to say she's at rest
I will always love the poem she gave to me before she passed

To the words in the poem she gave me will always endure
Word by word my lovely poem is speaking to me gratefully
This ode poem was from my mom and for only me sincerely
I love my poem, oh how wonderful it can be

Its so wonderful do you want to read,
Take a look, take a look and you will see

poem by Twilight Simmons
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Dive

Dive in to the poem
Diverge not.

In poem
There are words and letters
Letter means not late not later
Letter means present
Always everywhere all times to come.
Dive in to the poem
And in poem
word means not wander
word means wait
Wait and see
See and strike
Strike and stay
Stay and know
Know and understand
Understand and go
Go upward and upward
Till atain divinity.

Dive in to the poem
Divinity is only there
In the poem
Diverge not
Life breath here.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Life Art

Life Art

I want to write you a poem.

One that contains no verses

no words

how long it will be
I cannot tell.

It will be a poem that you can see through
yet it will shade you from the sun

a simple lyric
as complex as a crossword

I want it to be something
that you carry through your day

every day

I don’t know if I can write that poem

Or if indeed that poem can be written at all

So instead I am with you
Of you

And slowly together
we are writing our very own poem

Not on a page
Or in a lost notebook

But in the café
and in the street

At a table

In our bed

Every day we add another line

another image
another verse

and I know that with every word that we write
I want it to be the longest poem

That has ever been written.

poem by Andy Houlihan
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The Impeccable...

each word is well chosen
it has a history and significance
each syllable is important
to build the empire
of his poem,

majestic now
people keep on reading
amazed and
awed
by the impeccable,

and yet for how long will this majesty
last?

only for once,
and then the reading is over
and no one talks about
the word, and the syllable is not even uttered

only for once and then
gone forever.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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0377 Should be, but

I should be writing a poem
about those small wisps of white cloud
moving unusually fast across a blue blue sky
on their way to somewhere else
as if they're late for an appointment.

I should be writing a poem
about the way the breeze is so gentle
that it seems to have a secret plan with the sun
and the new green leaves
to do something quite extraordinary.

I should be writing a poem
about the way that the trailing geranium leaves
are giving out a scent more white than green
more heavenly than any thought.

I should be writing a poem
about the way that the purple and blue and yellow and white flowers
seem to say nothing but beauty.

I should be writing a poem
but all I can do is gaze in amazement
at what I've seen before
and never seen before.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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I'm board

A poem is being written,
I'm writing it because I'm board.
You shouldn't awe-stricken,
in fact this poem should be ignored.
This poem has no purpose,
other than to waste time.
Like the word carboxymethecellulose,
or the word cryptocrystalline.
I could probably do something more interesting,
as I'm just screwing around.
Though writing a poem is quite addicting,
and a better waste of time could not be found.

poem by John Gleeson
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The Beginning- Acrostic

: The Beginning 112

The beginning, well yes let us start at the beginning.
He had indeed the wisdom to write it at the start.
Ever thinking who would read it two thousand years away.

Being confident that someday the whole World could read.
Encoded script the privilege of a knowledgeable few.
God? What a chance he took, we may never had discovered.
In the beginning He created the Heaven and the Earth.
Now I understand that then it was without Form and Void
Nocturnal Darkness was on the Face of the Deep.
I understand that the Spirit of God moved upon the Waters Face.
Never one to leave it at that, It was heard then to say...
God Said.....Let there be Light.....And there was Light.

An Example of an Acrostic Verse, a tribute to Genesis Chapter1 verse 1

poem by Philip Winchester
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What I do say is that I can write verse, and that the writing of verse in strict form is the best possible training for writing good prose.

quote by Philip Pullman
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Love Poems And Letters

Love poems and letters, once begun
Reveal my passion for you, my only one
Love poem or letter, which one today?
Both say I love you, in a special way

It all depends on the mood I'm in
That decides which form I will begin
A love letter, filled with passion and heat
Or a tender love poem, short and sweet

But no matter which, they're all for you
You turn me on with all that you do
And letter or poem, they're all sincere
Every one saying I. Love You, My Dear

poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Hi... Bye...

hi

one syllable,
two letters, it makes the difference
of being here and
you being there,

hi

and i say hi too to you

crisp, too short, reserved,
as we both wonder what next to say
what is the possibility of
another letter, or word, or perhaps
an incomplete sentence will do the trick
of what that rest must follow...

hi.... and i fall short of meaning and i write...

bye.

three letters
one syllable, sad and
indifferent

it could have asked for some more
but you know

it cannot.....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With All The Reading and Writing I Do

With all the reading and writing I do
With all the work of the mind and heart
There comes a time
It can be any time
There comes a time
When the Poem must enter-

The Poem?
The deeper feeling-
The Music of the soul-
What I most need to say inside
The Writing which somehow surpasses all the other
In its inner intensity in its deepest feeling –

I write a poem now
All my heart mind soul
Go into every word and phrase.

The Poem? The Poem?
For which I write to live
And which through writing
I most live in Writing-
The Poem that this is.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Unraveling My Poem Unraveling My Life

you think you know me
every inch every color
since you have read
every poem i have written

you equate what i am
with what i have written

and your equation goes
through and through the lines
of logic like a telephone
pole connecting two islands

every sigh is learned
from every syllable of my lines
every yawn is discerned
from every sleepy letter that you
meet and see

are there no strangers there
that you meet? did you not
care to ask for his name?
are there no oceans there?
if there are, there must
be some oceanfloors
some sinks sinking
some whales occupying
so much space for your
kind understanding and
you may find yourself
hard of breathing, like a
diver whose oxygen tank
is leaking. You don't die
with me. You don't like my
sickness. You don't like to
get this infection beyond
my own solitude.

you unravel a poem you
discover that i have become
more covered. A voice tells
me, i am not my poems, i am
more than them. I am not just
a syllable, a word, a line.

I am more than what you have
tried to swallow inside your mouth.

i am blood and i am flowing.
you dip your finger once and
taste a dropp of my blood and
then in a second, i am no longer
there. I am a flowing blood and
what you have are stains, yes,

only stains turning into scars.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poem I Am Writing Now

The poem I am writing now
does not know if it will be finished
it does not even know if it will be a poem -
it is slowly appearing line by line
and making its own meaning on the page-

Is it worth anything?
will anyone care?
I don't know -

The poem I am writing now
is just these lines
and these lines like all lines
are only small words
in a vast universe
that has long lived
and will probably longer live
without them.

Why then write these words now?

The poem I am writing now is saying,
'I am here now'.

But why should this mean anything to anyone else?

The poem I have written here
is not the poem I would have posted here
It is only the poem I am finishing now
a poem without great love or belief in itself.

The poem I am writing now
is written.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - All Things Enjoy

Notes on Polyacrostic Palimpsests.

Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition
Acrostics to be found below – in alphabetical order:

Aim at less today
All things enjoy
Amorous Anorexy
Amorous Ecstasy

Palimpsest: A manuscript on which more than one text is written
with earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible.

I: plain text - in black
II: Complete acrostic palimpsests highlighted

All Things Enjoy

As tastes oft change, some shy stay, some shine new
Minds may be calm, like springtime's settling dew,
Or may life's flood lose, under moonlight drowned.
Regard here, there, stares, reader, may be crowned
O see though now our thread too poor seems, through
Underlay is strung twine link pure and true,
So sentence sense seek near the surface bound
Each cog spins easy, runs glad wheel round, round
craft, sense seen not as missing clue by you?
Spleen hunting out, strong ever scans verse too.
Then think! soon row on row is neatly bound,
As Jane might dread whatever Jean feels sound,
Some sonnets wax and some are lost to song -
Yet through the years my work may still shine on.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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It Is Too Late Tonight For A Poem

IT IS TOO LATE TONIGHT FOR A POEM

It is too late tonight for a poem-
I should have been asleep a few hours ago
I have nothing much to say
And I am tired -
The day has been long and not a particularly successful one-

A poem might change my feeling
And give a sense the day was not wasted
So once again I use my writing
To enhance my own feeling-

But what kind of poem can it be
If only written for me?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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