Poetry competition CLOSED 11th October 2014 1:53am
WINNER
LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
RUNNERS-UP:
snugglebuck
and RalfTheNose
Rewriting History
Poetry Contest Description
Competition
You have the ear of a figure that will make a decision that will have a wide reaching influence on human history. Do you encourage that person to go ahead with the decision made? Try to lead her/him in another direction? Feel free to share any consequences or why another choice would have been better.
If not mentioned in composition, an endnote afterwards identifying the decision maker would be most helpful.
If not mentioned in composition, an endnote afterwards identifying the decision maker would be most helpful.
Fore give me Jazzmaster, for the following nonsense. But I've been in a very hysteric Halloween state of mind today, and couldn't help but kick things off. Better, and more intellectual contributions, are certain to follow. Great prompt!
On ‘All Hallowed Eve’
There was a prankster
Whose prank
Would change all humanity
His silly mischievous deed
On that fateful Halloween
Still affects the lives
Of you and me
This one solitary act
The first incident of a house TP’d
Brought down kingdoms
Changing all of History
Martin Luther, that smartass
Papered a door with a heretic rant
Destroying the Empire of Rome
With a single rusty tack
If only this Halloween hoodlum
Had not been a fool
We all would be going
To parochial school
And everyone would be content
Eating fish during Lent
Dressing girls in cute uniforms
While sending some to the convent
So now you hooligans
You have been versed
Acts of chicanery
On this October 31st
Might set in motion
Things that cannot be reversed
That will eventually result
In a terrible curse
And the seeds of your children
Will suffer the folly you risked
Like me they’ll be raised Lutheran
And forced to eat the Lutefisk
On ‘All Hallowed Eve’
There was a prankster
Whose prank
Would change all humanity
His silly mischievous deed
On that fateful Halloween
Still affects the lives
Of you and me
This one solitary act
The first incident of a house TP’d
Brought down kingdoms
Changing all of History
Martin Luther, that smartass
Papered a door with a heretic rant
Destroying the Empire of Rome
With a single rusty tack
If only this Halloween hoodlum
Had not been a fool
We all would be going
To parochial school
And everyone would be content
Eating fish during Lent
Dressing girls in cute uniforms
While sending some to the convent
So now you hooligans
You have been versed
Acts of chicanery
On this October 31st
Might set in motion
Things that cannot be reversed
That will eventually result
In a terrible curse
And the seeds of your children
Will suffer the folly you risked
Like me they’ll be raised Lutheran
And forced to eat the Lutefisk
rhyme raveler
time traveler
lookin to change history
land in a random point in time of course theres bound to be bigotry
but jesus i never would have thought i'd wind up here
i fall to my knees all hope for change gone, ignorant was i; now i cry young tears
now capable of feeling nothing but fear i find myself in the middle of occupied Deutschland
witnessing shit just inhuman
no naysaying no talking them out of psychosis
no peace talks no turning back and anybody left whos still innocent in the third reicht knows this
i just need to get the fuck out
before i too get trapped in a place like dacau
i swear to god that i now doubt exists the worlds never been so shameless
we will never forgive and we will never forget lest we too succumb to evil and hatred
and always know that some minds just cant be talked too
and if i did have a chance to talk to hitler all i could say is fuck you!
time traveler
lookin to change history
land in a random point in time of course theres bound to be bigotry
but jesus i never would have thought i'd wind up here
i fall to my knees all hope for change gone, ignorant was i; now i cry young tears
now capable of feeling nothing but fear i find myself in the middle of occupied Deutschland
witnessing shit just inhuman
no naysaying no talking them out of psychosis
no peace talks no turning back and anybody left whos still innocent in the third reicht knows this
i just need to get the fuck out
before i too get trapped in a place like dacau
i swear to god that i now doubt exists the worlds never been so shameless
we will never forgive and we will never forget lest we too succumb to evil and hatred
and always know that some minds just cant be talked too
and if i did have a chance to talk to hitler all i could say is fuck you!
Mary was a virgin lamb
Golden Fleece untouched
Basking self in God's sweet light
She glowed for all to see
Lustful eyes were all about
Men were want to stab her
Smitten with His creation
He did not want her soiled
Creeping in the light of day
So bright was He; unseen
Wrapped her up into Himself
Two were quickly one
Careful not to bleed her wound
His essence was inside her
Warmed within her welcoming
He found a wanton recklessness
Seen in us, His image
Yet, hence unknown to Him
Fruition was the driving force
Too quickly come to head
He left His mark to percolate
Grow inside her belly
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Knowing her dilemma
I whisper in her ear
"Not his wife
Naught but a whore
Kill the beast within"
Not born to man, His only son
Would Christ became our savior?
Could He be reborn?
Died for sure
But for our sins...?
Or sinfully destroyed?
Instinctively he'd know a place
Where life is never ending
Would He show the path to Heaven
That curves for ever more
Could we see beyond our flesh
To follow in His footsteps;
Up and round the bend
Would we know to trek
This tough and rocky road
Where skin becomes unbearable
A weight that must be lifted
Until we are a light,
As pure as God Himself
A leap of faith our final step
Into His fold we'd GO!
Or would our spirits suffocate
Dizzy, dumb and blind
Imprisoned in our lifeless sHell
Death our course; inaction
Golden Fleece untouched
Basking self in God's sweet light
She glowed for all to see
Lustful eyes were all about
Men were want to stab her
Smitten with His creation
He did not want her soiled
Creeping in the light of day
So bright was He; unseen
Wrapped her up into Himself
Two were quickly one
Careful not to bleed her wound
His essence was inside her
Warmed within her welcoming
He found a wanton recklessness
Seen in us, His image
Yet, hence unknown to Him
Fruition was the driving force
Too quickly come to head
He left His mark to percolate
Grow inside her belly
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHrEG5uU-lk/UVSo8-m8OCI/AAAAAAAACCw/c2HzihrD_qE/s1600/2943004.gif
Knowing her dilemma
I whisper in her ear
"Not his wife
Naught but a whore
Kill the beast within"
Not born to man, His only son
Would Christ became our savior?
Could He be reborn?
Died for sure
But for our sins...?
Or sinfully destroyed?
Instinctively he'd know a place
Where life is never ending
Would He show the path to Heaven
That curves for ever more
Could we see beyond our flesh
To follow in His footsteps;
Up and round the bend
Would we know to trek
This tough and rocky road
Where skin becomes unbearable
A weight that must be lifted
Until we are a light,
As pure as God Himself
A leap of faith our final step
Into His fold we'd GO!
Or would our spirits suffocate
Dizzy, dumb and blind
Imprisoned in our lifeless sHell
Death our course; inaction
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Lyin Frum Zyon und Roachmill changin'da whirled wit muzik
Robburt Marlee und Roachmill
culd have changed da whirled.
Eye gott koneckshuns.
Eye could have introduiced him
tew da Europeein' keengz und queenz.
He culd have sang dat
Reedempshun Song.
Itz a beautiful song.
Da messidg iz reel.
Dem leederz could have saved demselvez
frum mentil slaveree
by uzin' awl dat monknee
tew synk da ships b4 dey sailed fore Afrikka.
Dat would have changed da whirled.
Roburtt Marly und me.
Roachmill.
Robburt Marlee und Roachmill
culd have changed da whirled.
Eye gott koneckshuns.
Eye could have introduiced him
tew da Europeein' keengz und queenz.
He culd have sang dat
Reedempshun Song.
Itz a beautiful song.
Da messidg iz reel.
Dem leederz could have saved demselvez
frum mentil slaveree
by uzin' awl dat monknee
tew synk da ships b4 dey sailed fore Afrikka.
Dat would have changed da whirled.
Roburtt Marly und me.
Roachmill.
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seedless ...
the seed was in his eye
he needed a garden to plant it
fruits of this tree had fallen before
squeezed and pressed for common wine
we sat
he and i
first as strangers
noch ein Bier fur meinen Freund
the bark is softened
then came the sparrow
she sang for all to hear
loping in and out
of his boughs and furrows
until he could taste the sun
and dance on the breath of the wind
Fraulein kommen treffen mein guter freund, Alois
the sparrow landed
spreading her wings and breasts
fluttering tail
nesting in his deepest recesses
susurrations of the nightingale
bend the boughs
give sway to the trunk
she sings
fick mich heir im cafe
fick mich heir im treppenhaus
fick mich heir auf dem friedhof
and he did
chasing the sparrow
to Paris
then London
Geneva
leaving his roots
bearing no more fruit
so millions could
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Writer's note: This was written on the premise of meeting and befriending Alois Hitler Sr., before he fathered his most infamous child, Adolf Hitler, borne by his third wife, Klara Polzl.
He is seduced by a gypsy singer, in a cafe, chasing her around the world for nights of wanton lust.
Photo credit: UP STAIRS Paris 1996 Fräulein Ellen von Unwerth
seedless ...
the seed was in his eye
he needed a garden to plant it
fruits of this tree had fallen before
squeezed and pressed for common wine
we sat
he and i
first as strangers
noch ein Bier fur meinen Freund
the bark is softened
then came the sparrow
she sang for all to hear
loping in and out
of his boughs and furrows
until he could taste the sun
and dance on the breath of the wind
Fraulein kommen treffen mein guter freund, Alois
the sparrow landed
spreading her wings and breasts
fluttering tail
nesting in his deepest recesses
susurrations of the nightingale
bend the boughs
give sway to the trunk
she sings
fick mich heir im cafe
fick mich heir im treppenhaus
fick mich heir auf dem friedhof
and he did
chasing the sparrow
to Paris
then London
Geneva
leaving his roots
bearing no more fruit
so millions could
----------------------------------
Writer's note: This was written on the premise of meeting and befriending Alois Hitler Sr., before he fathered his most infamous child, Adolf Hitler, borne by his third wife, Klara Polzl.
He is seduced by a gypsy singer, in a cafe, chasing her around the world for nights of wanton lust.
Photo credit: UP STAIRS Paris 1996 Fräulein Ellen von Unwerth
Pick Up The Paint Brush, Put The Gun Down
the starry night never looked so surreal
you paint a portrait of reality only few choose to see
you saw a beautiful lasting impression of ephemerality
but the pain inside you
made you
cut off your ear
because you didn't want to hear
those voices
that were choking your soul
telling you it's time to go
because it's not time for Gogh
one more sunflower please
or maybe a dandelion blown by a summer breeze
just one more
portrait
of
ephemerality
the starry night never looked so surreal
you paint a portrait of reality only few choose to see
you saw a beautiful lasting impression of ephemerality
but the pain inside you
made you
cut off your ear
because you didn't want to hear
those voices
that were choking your soul
telling you it's time to go
because it's not time for Gogh
one more sunflower please
or maybe a dandelion blown by a summer breeze
just one more
portrait
of
ephemerality
