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You may have happened across Sophie200’s last contribution to the Poetry Cafe, Wait for me. It was so great we’re welcoming back Sophie for an encore.

When it comes to answering on Answers.com you’ll often find her in the Hamsters section. Sophie wishes she had an unusual hobby like trainspotting or skydiving but, alas, she does not. But don’t think that makes her easy to understand. She’s complicated to decode, just like the essence of her poems. One of her favorites is published below.

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My Voice, by Sophie200

Flood in the light to block out the dark,
break down the walls that guard the heart.

Reveal the secrets to cover the lies,
identity drowning in the tears of my eyes.

Innocence gone at the flick of a switch,
To love or to hate - I can’t decide which.

Imagination glows fiery and alight,
Passion lives in me, gone is the night.

You make me laugh, you make me smile,
time spent with you, seems so worthwhile.

True love kicks the heart and tears at the soul,
Finally motivation, I’m left with a goal.

To live or to die is not a hard choice,
when happiness speaks out love is my only voice.

We welcome Mike 2 back again to write about the Answers Summit.  As you can gather below, a great time was had by all!

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The Answers Summit, by Mike 2

The Answers Summit was just brill
To come from England was such a thrill

Pirates and Ninjas were out in force
Wikiholics are we, it was par for the course

Likeminded people who care for the site
The Georgia Aquarium was a brilliant night

Bruce took the mike, he sang Mack the Knife
Better singing I’ve never heard in my life

To get to the Summit, it was such a pleasure
Meeting my friends is something I’ll treasure

As promised, here’s the second of Mike 2’s trio of poems this holiday. This is his own “wiki” take on an old standby…

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The 12 Wiki Days of Christmas, by Mike 2

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A question from the wiki category

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Three new answers, two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Four new supervisors, three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Five new users, four new supervisors, three new answers,
Two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Six questions to merge, five new users, four new supervisors,
Three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Seven premier answerers, six questions to merge, five new users,
Four new supervisors, three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight questions to split, seven premier answerers, six questions to merge,
Five new users, four new supervisors, three new answers,
Two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Nine SPAs, eight questions to split, seven premier answerers,
Six questions to merge, five new users, four new supervisors,
Three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Ten updated answers, nine SPAs, eight questions to split,
Seven premier answerers, six questions to merge, five new users,
Four new supervisors, three new answers, two trust points
And a question from the wiki category

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eleven brand new mentors, ten updated answers, nine SPAs,
Eight questions to split, seven premier answerers, six questions to merge,
Five new users, four new supervisors, three new answers,
Two trust points and a question from the wiki category

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve vandals to block, eleven brand new mentors, ten updated answers,
Nine SPAs, eight questions to split, seven premier answerers,
Six questions to merge, five new users, four new supervisors,
Three new answers, two trust points

And a question from the wiki category!

Mike 2’s last poem brought such a smile to our faces we’re having him back for an encore performance these next three days.  The first poem of this special Poetry Cafe trifecta celebrates the holidays this time of year.

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Happy Holidays, by Mike 2

Holidays they come and go
But seem much better with some snow

Rain or shine, snow or hail
Santa’s on the present giving trail

Snow is better for Santa’s sleigh
So much easier for him to get away

He needs the speed to deliver the toys
There’s lots to give out to the girls and boys

Dolls and trains, prams and bikes
Delivering presents is what Santa likes

Have you been good, I hope you have been
Then Santa will visit you, but totally unseen

Holiday, they come and go
Season to be jolly it is so

Season to wish friends lots of cheer
Season for family to be near

Season for giving, that is true
And here’s my wish

Happy Holidays to you.

Monogamy, your one and only
Not if you’re a cow or pony.
In the pasture lush and green
The bull and stallion check the scene.
They hook up with females one by one.
Smoke some grass when they are done (only in legalized states)
At the end of this flirtation
The female waits, she’s in  gestation.
Will Romeo  stay by her side
That’s not the case for the ruminant bride.

Gorillas, Orangutans have large harems
One male gets all and doesn’t share ‘em.
The alpha stomps and his knuckles pound
The females swoon and fight for ground.
They are in estrus, for a month and a day,
A bright pink booty develops to light the way
The alpha is noisy and quite chatty
Bragging how he became  the clan’s ‘baby daddy.’

Bullfrog calls are loud and deep,
Waking up the females from their beauty sleep.
They expand their larynx, the babes draw near
These males don’t play games, their intentions are clear.
It’s on to Amplexus (physically  locked together as one),
They each separate, after they’ve had their fun.
In 20% of cases, one parent sticks around,
But couples aren’t common –they’re rarely found.
From Darwin to Nova, scientists are going berserk
To figure out why amphibian couples just don’t work.

Skunks and ferrets make stinky hubbies
They scout for babes in the trees and at clubbies
When they find ‘em its wartime, a battle on land.
Each male is prepared with an anal stink gland
The spray comes out, like a shot from an uzi
The winner takes the females to the hotel Jacuzzi.
When his girl is preggers he moves on to the next,
The ladies are angry, but they do no protest.

Leafcutter ants don’t bother with dates
The female flies out and in mid-air mates.
A few males on the left and a few more on the right
She stores millions of sperm, en route, on her flight.
When she’s done with the males, they pass out and die
A colony she’ll form (who needs a guy?)
There are drones underneath  and  guard ants above
The hierarchy’s successful, but where is the love?

Last but not least, the yolk and albumin
Blastulate and gastrulate forming a human
The men show off biceps and buy women flowers
While the ladies wear make-up, they’ve put on for hours
The pair smile and bond, life is so happy
But sometimes the truth can be quiet crappy
She is a gold-digger, wants all his money
While he’s busy staring at some other honey

It’s his animal instincts, all right! What can he do?

And she’s providing for offspring, small salaries won’t do
Does mother nature win? Or can we control what we choose
And decide to be faithful, even when singing the blues.
If you look to the famous, like Clinton or Princess Di
You might give up hope, sit back and cry
But just when you think monogamy is absurd,
Do not fret my friends, look to the birds…

Are Birds Monogamous?

Greekgoddessgirl is one of the dedicated WikiGuides in the Community Outreach program on WikiAnswers. When she’s not contributing to WA you might find her expressing herself through painting, writing a book, or of course writing poetry.

The following poem explains her idea of the meaning of life. She notes that it is hard to describe life in one short poem but that this sums it up pretty well. She enjoys writing poetry based on what she feels at the moment: overjoyed, inspired, angry, sad. It helps her express herself when she can’t any other way. Greekgoddessgirl stops by the Poetry Cafe this week with her poem below.

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The Meaning of Life, by GreekGoddessGirl

Rules are meant to broken
Promises meant to be kept.
Doors are meant to be opened
Tears meant to be shed.
Mean coments are meant to be ignored
Feelings meant to be felt.
Music is meant to be played
Hearts meant to melt.
Roads are meant to be taken
Dances meant to be danced.
Criminals meant to be shaken
Loved ones meant to pass.
Hardships are meant to be defeated
People meant to be loved.
Messages are meant to be deleted
Work meant to be done.
Lost children are meant to be led
Prayers meant to be prayed.
Compliments are meant to be said
Helping hands meant to be laid.
Sadly this world’s full of strife.
Determination is the best we can give.
This is the meaning of life.
And life is meant to be lived.

Plethora is one of our talented bilingual WikiAnswers supervisors. She is active on both the English and Tagalog versions of the website and she LOVES WikiAnswers!

Plethora also loves writing poetry. She tried to write songs in high school but since she hadn’t learned to read notes her songs ended up becoming poems. Writing is now her obsession and she often sleeps with a pen and paper under her pillow so she can write down the words from her dreams. Now that is dedication!

We’re featuring Plethora’s latest poem (”Confused”) in the Poetry Cafe this week.

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Confused, by Plethora

Love, am I not so sure?
Do you really make one tremble?
Make one weak down into the knees

Surrender when I cannot swallow my pride
Clear my doubts when I keep changing my mind
You could melt my stubborn heart

Love, am I not too sure?
When I know I can do anything for you
I like everything about you
What more you can do?

Could you be compared to that of Romeo and Juliet?
Maybe Adam and Eve?

Love, what more can you do to me?
Do I have to be crazy, breathless or dead?

If this is not what I’m feeling,
Love, how deep is your meaning?