Poetry competition CLOSED 8th November 2014 10:33am
WINNER
LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
RUNNERS-UP:
lepperochan
and HHMCameron
Page:
CROSSING THE DEADLINE [SECOND CHANCE]
Poetry Contest Description
You haven't slept and now you're running late to be somewhere else... but you just finished your latest poem for a DU poetry comp, only to find you missed the deadline...
This comp wasn't totally my idea, it was suggested to me by a friend, after I missed a deadline for an online short story comp.
If you've got a poem that never entered the comp it was specifically written for, because you missed the deadline, then this comp is your second chance.
The only rule for this comp is that you must post the link to the comp you missed, along with your poem. If there's evidence that you missed the comp by submitting a late entry or instead of posting your poem you made some random disgruntle or amusing comment, then you'll have a chance to win a bonus 5 points from the judges.
I'm giving you 4 weeks to get your shit sorted out, so there's no excuses for not making this deadline.
Anonymous
Vakayshun izza cummin soon.
Eye ain't gott tyme fer deadlines.
Eye'm leavin' tewday.
Gud luck wit itt.
Mayke itt last.
A hole lyfetyme.
Tyme'z tickkin' aweigh.
Der'z tew much tyme bleeddin'
frum soulz intew da syber whirld.
Kometushuns r just anuther weigh
tew bee sukked intew da mixx.
Eye don't want tew bee sukked enymoor.
Eye'm gonna open da door.
Eye want moor den a mayke bee leave trophee.
Give da trophee tew sumwun whoo reely kares.
Awl eye want izza vacayshun.
Knew York.
Knew York?
Maybee Peariss.
Lundun.
Bayching.
Theif Rivher Fawls.
Standin' tawll.
Gonna hava bawl.
Chickin fryed stake.
Auf veederzann.
Eye ain't gott tyme fer deadlines.
Eye'm leavin' tewday.
Gud luck wit itt.
Mayke itt last.
A hole lyfetyme.
Tyme'z tickkin' aweigh.
Der'z tew much tyme bleeddin'
frum soulz intew da syber whirld.
Kometushuns r just anuther weigh
tew bee sukked intew da mixx.
Eye don't want tew bee sukked enymoor.
Eye'm gonna open da door.
Eye want moor den a mayke bee leave trophee.
Give da trophee tew sumwun whoo reely kares.
Awl eye want izza vacayshun.
Knew York.
Knew York?
Maybee Peariss.
Lundun.
Bayching.
Theif Rivher Fawls.
Standin' tawll.
Gonna hava bawl.
Chickin fryed stake.
Auf veederzann.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/6969/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/6946/
Him's sacred irie
Them try to steal it all away
them throw their green eye on my
soul es-ca-pades, ay
I could not save I from their
cold say-say, ay-ah
them try to burn I in their
cruel spits of fyah
a humble serf for he on high
who soul's been lifted by him
Rasta-far-I, sense-A
jah spirit fills I with him's
sacred irie, I say
we are children of the sky
Edit: sorry, wrong comp
further edit: it's entirely possible Bob and Charlie would have gotten pissed and stoned and had a laugh writing like that
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/6946/
Him's sacred irie
Them try to steal it all away
them throw their green eye on my
soul es-ca-pades, ay
I could not save I from their
cold say-say, ay-ah
them try to burn I in their
cruel spits of fyah
a humble serf for he on high
who soul's been lifted by him
Rasta-far-I, sense-A
jah spirit fills I with him's
sacred irie, I say
we are children of the sky
Edit: sorry, wrong comp
further edit: it's entirely possible Bob and Charlie would have gotten pissed and stoned and had a laugh writing like that
Anonymous
...never mind.
Anonymous
dlete
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/7322/30/
I Don't Drop Chopsticks
one thing's for sure
I won't drop my chopsticks
one thing's for certain
you won't be leaving this
restaurant smiling
the fortune cookie reads
'today is a good day to die'
I won't drop my chopsticks
I drop flies
I Don't Drop Chopsticks
one thing's for sure
I won't drop my chopsticks
one thing's for certain
you won't be leaving this
restaurant smiling
the fortune cookie reads
'today is a good day to die'
I won't drop my chopsticks
I drop flies
lepperochan said:http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/6969/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/6946/
Him's sacred irie
Them try to steal it all away
them throw their green eye on my
soul es-ca-pades, ay
I could not save I from their
cold say-say, ay-ah
them try to burn I in their
cruel spits of fyah
a humble serf for he on high
who soul's been lifted by him
Rasta-far-I, sense-A
jah spirit fills I with him's
sacred irie, I say
we are children of the sky
Edit: sorry, wrong comp
further edit: it's entirely possible Bob and Charlie would have gotten pissed and stoned and had a laugh writing like that
That's the missing piece of the puzzle... I remember that entry and thought it was a bit random. [smirk]
Cheers for the entries, Craic and BoFantastic.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/6946/
Him's sacred irie
Them try to steal it all away
them throw their green eye on my
soul es-ca-pades, ay
I could not save I from their
cold say-say, ay-ah
them try to burn I in their
cruel spits of fyah
a humble serf for he on high
who soul's been lifted by him
Rasta-far-I, sense-A
jah spirit fills I with him's
sacred irie, I say
we are children of the sky
Edit: sorry, wrong comp
further edit: it's entirely possible Bob and Charlie would have gotten pissed and stoned and had a laugh writing like that
That's the missing piece of the puzzle... I remember that entry and thought it was a bit random. [smirk]
Cheers for the entries, Craic and BoFantastic.
I'm not even sure if I should be bumping this comp, maybe I should just let it blur away as another whatever... it's stopped raining, I gotta hang out the clothes, maybe I should crack another beer first and have a smoke... actually, I really feel like another cuppa tea, then I should go pick up the kid from ballet... fuck! I forgot to pay rego on the car! I have to do something else, what was it, where's my list? Oh, I should've jotted down that line I thought of earlier... it will come back to me later. I really need to pay rego first.
Missed: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/7316/
I was ping ponging between the very flash fiction competition you spoke of Mr. Case and this - and abandoned this.
It's a riff off Charles Bukowski's "two kinds of hell"
http://bukowski.net/poems/hell.php
on my tab
we rarely spoke
why should we
truth be told I didn't give a shit about your problems
and I know you didn't give a fuck about mine
the saturnine faces of whores painted in deception
are neither a bridge nor chasm between us
the residue of libertine lips on my glass
forces my eyes around the room wondering
Who?
i drank it anyway
it's the only way I'll know such pleasure
my sweet Irish sparrow pretends though
her wisps of auburn trace my lips
and flare my nostrils
whore that she is
she can be shared
so I send her over to you
you nod your approval
but you don't give a shit
she's just another whore
tonight I'm her pimp
and you
and i
will pretend to be brothers
though we've never pissed the same bed
nor watched the same drunkard beat mum
that hollow part in our soul
that doesn't really give a shit
is twined
blood and semen
the residuals of the painted ones
makes for the best ink
I was ping ponging between the very flash fiction competition you spoke of Mr. Case and this - and abandoned this.
It's a riff off Charles Bukowski's "two kinds of hell"
http://bukowski.net/poems/hell.php
on my tab
we rarely spoke
why should we
truth be told I didn't give a shit about your problems
and I know you didn't give a fuck about mine
the saturnine faces of whores painted in deception
are neither a bridge nor chasm between us
the residue of libertine lips on my glass
forces my eyes around the room wondering
Who?
i drank it anyway
it's the only way I'll know such pleasure
my sweet Irish sparrow pretends though
her wisps of auburn trace my lips
and flare my nostrils
whore that she is
she can be shared
so I send her over to you
you nod your approval
but you don't give a shit
she's just another whore
tonight I'm her pimp
and you
and i
will pretend to be brothers
though we've never pissed the same bed
nor watched the same drunkard beat mum
that hollow part in our soul
that doesn't really give a shit
is twined
blood and semen
the residuals of the painted ones
makes for the best ink
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/1558/
--------------------------
Winter, another Hell-bound
summer has passed, followed
by the fall
.
the wind whispers
in your ears, delivering
portents of snow
.
We sit by the fire
and think on what
was and shall be again,
my greatest love.Winter
--------------------------
Winter, another Hell-bound
summer has passed, followed
by the fall
.
the wind whispers
in your ears, delivering
portents of snow
.
We sit by the fire
and think on what
was and shall be again,
my greatest love.Winter
This poem was meant for customs and traditions, hosted by Eng VV
deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/7303/15/
KingsBurial
The remains of a king is transported on the
shoulders of morticians from the Kings Palace
to the peak of the mountains.
The corpse is left uncouvered on a catafalque.
Only young and married men convey the corpse
Women and kids are not allowed to see or
follow. when they see it mistakenly, the chiefs
will set them aside in a room for a week.
Thereafter, a white cock will be slaughtered and
given to them to eat; so they could be cleansed
of the abominable act.
The burial is done in such a way that the tomb?
of the previous dead king is dug and the corpse
of present dead king is then, laid to rest on the
bones of his predecessor.
The tomb is couvered and the entire escort and
morticians matches back to the village.
No one is allowed to climb the mountains for a
week....
Practiced by the kuche' (rukuba) people of
central Nigeria.
deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/7303/15/
KingsBurial
The remains of a king is transported on the
shoulders of morticians from the Kings Palace
to the peak of the mountains.
The corpse is left uncouvered on a catafalque.
Only young and married men convey the corpse
Women and kids are not allowed to see or
follow. when they see it mistakenly, the chiefs
will set them aside in a room for a week.
Thereafter, a white cock will be slaughtered and
given to them to eat; so they could be cleansed
of the abominable act.
The burial is done in such a way that the tomb?
of the previous dead king is dug and the corpse
of present dead king is then, laid to rest on the
bones of his predecessor.
The tomb is couvered and the entire escort and
morticians matches back to the village.
No one is allowed to climb the mountains for a
week....
Practiced by the kuche' (rukuba) people of
central Nigeria.
Congratulations to all the poets, it was a tight comp, but LSP just snuck away with the win. Craic, you took 3rd place, automatically winning the 20 bonus points up for grabs with your "wrong comp" post.
The results:
1st Place: LobodeSanPedro with on my tab [26.8% of the vote]
2nd Place: HHMCameron with Winter [26.2% of the vote]
3rd Place: CraicDealer with Him's sacred iris [16.8% of the vote]
4th Place: sektioN8ty with KingsBurial [16.1% of the vote]
Thanks for all the great entries and a special thanks to the awesome judges Indie, mysterious lady, Gabriel and Lee.
The results:
1st Place: LobodeSanPedro with on my tab [26.8% of the vote]
2nd Place: HHMCameron with Winter [26.2% of the vote]
3rd Place: CraicDealer with Him's sacred iris [16.8% of the vote]
4th Place: sektioN8ty with KingsBurial [16.1% of the vote]
Thanks for all the great entries and a special thanks to the awesome judges Indie, mysterious lady, Gabriel and Lee.
Wow! I'm just glad this piece got to see the light of day in a writing challenge - and given the pieces submitted by the writers they represent I'll gladly raise a glass to you all, our host, the judges and of course Mr. Bukowski.
