Poetry competition CLOSED 26th December 2014 12:38pm
WINNER
Atakti
Atakti
RUNNER-UP:
lepperochan
The Arena: RANDOM POEMS [2] De POWER [Opium] THREE
Group 4
Genre: Love Poem
Location: An underground mine
Object: Ring
Poets: Viddax, lepperochan, deadwolf, MadameLavender, EM20XX
The Ring of Lament
Once we did dig and sing
in the underground mine
when we had a king
when our lives were fine.
We loved to dig deep
for the entire time
and forsake all sleep
to the mining chime.
Deep in the dark ground
far from prying eyes
was where it was found
with it's foul lies.
It called us to war
away from the gold
towards death and more
and far from our hold.
While we were away
the orks took our home
one ill-fated day
so now we must roam.
Denied our deep land
and from our love
to wander the sand
as crows fly above.
We long for our home
and the warmth within
but now we must roam
and pay for our sin.
No more lovely gold
no more do we sing
no longer so bold
because of that ring.
Once we did dig and sing
in the underground mine
when we had a king
when our lives were fine.
We loved to dig deep
for the entire time
and forsake all sleep
to the mining chime.
Deep in the dark ground
far from prying eyes
was where it was found
with it's foul lies.
It called us to war
away from the gold
towards death and more
and far from our hold.
While we were away
the orks took our home
one ill-fated day
so now we must roam.
Denied our deep land
and from our love
to wander the sand
as crows fly above.
We long for our home
and the warmth within
but now we must roam
and pay for our sin.
No more lovely gold
no more do we sing
no longer so bold
because of that ring.
Genre: Love Poem
Location: An underground mine
Object: Ring
Poets: Viddax, lepperochan, deadwolf, MadameLavender, EM20XX
The Ring of Lament
Once we did dig and sing
in the underground mine
when we had a king
when our lives were fine.
We loved to dig deep
for the entire time
and forsake all sleep
to the mining chime.
Deep in the dark ground
far from prying eyes
was where it was found
with it's foul lies.
It called us to war
away from the gold
towards death and more
and far from our hold.
While we were away
the orks took our home
one ill-fated day
so now we must roam.
Denied our deep land
and from our love
to wander the sand
as crows fly above.
We long for our home
and the warmth within
but now we must roam
and pay for our sin.
No more lovely gold
no more do we sing
no longer so bold
because of that ring.
Once we did dig and sing
in the underground mine
when we had a king
when our lives were fine.
We loved to dig deep
for the entire time
and forsake all sleep
to the mining chime.
Deep in the dark ground
far from prying eyes
was where it was found
with it's foul lies.
It called us to war
away from the gold
towards death and more
and far from our hold.
While we were away
the orks took our home
one ill-fated day
so now we must roam.
Denied our deep land
and from our love
to wander the sand
as crows fly above.
We long for our home
and the warmth within
but now we must roam
and pay for our sin.
No more lovely gold
no more do we sing
no longer so bold
because of that ring.
Anonymous
well here we go...
this is definitely new for me!
Group 2
Genre: Erotic Poem
Location: An empty house
Object: Button
gone
shy lids draw curtains
across weathered windows and wanting eyes
a smile tossed over one shoulder
bites the dust, as he bites the trust from my neck
shedding that comfort with each button burst
until I am left with nothing but my watch
ticking in time to the tap of his fingers down my spine
nicotine and spearmint stick to my collarbone
even as his lips travel elsewhere
fast forward, and we are only clothed
in the shifting stripes of yellow cast
by passing cars, gold mixing with sweat
and pooling in corners I never knew I had
hips shift and skin reacts
bones lift, legs lock and light dances
across tensed shoulders and an arched, naked neck
fingers reaching for a hold amid the smooth chaos
of light and dark
when he slides in
rewind to when the door opened
with the broken creak of passing time
the floorboards welcomed us like long-lost friends
and he whispered over my shoulder
sending shivers I kept secret down my spine:
"no-one will find us here"
only the moon found us here, shining silently onto hushed whispers
weaving its way into the small space between my hips and his mouth
as he breathed light into my dark places
found his way in me, deep down within the red
nails tracing sharp, aching patterns down his back
leaving trails, reminders for later
of all the places I had touched him, slid my skin against his
felt my spine stiffen as the moon rose above us
and he rose inside me
and I was
gone
this is definitely new for me!
Group 2
Genre: Erotic Poem
Location: An empty house
Object: Button
gone
shy lids draw curtains
across weathered windows and wanting eyes
a smile tossed over one shoulder
bites the dust, as he bites the trust from my neck
shedding that comfort with each button burst
until I am left with nothing but my watch
ticking in time to the tap of his fingers down my spine
nicotine and spearmint stick to my collarbone
even as his lips travel elsewhere
fast forward, and we are only clothed
in the shifting stripes of yellow cast
by passing cars, gold mixing with sweat
and pooling in corners I never knew I had
hips shift and skin reacts
bones lift, legs lock and light dances
across tensed shoulders and an arched, naked neck
fingers reaching for a hold amid the smooth chaos
of light and dark
when he slides in
rewind to when the door opened
with the broken creak of passing time
the floorboards welcomed us like long-lost friends
and he whispered over my shoulder
sending shivers I kept secret down my spine:
"no-one will find us here"
only the moon found us here, shining silently onto hushed whispers
weaving its way into the small space between my hips and his mouth
as he breathed light into my dark places
found his way in me, deep down within the red
nails tracing sharp, aching patterns down his back
leaving trails, reminders for later
of all the places I had touched him, slid my skin against his
felt my spine stiffen as the moon rose above us
and he rose inside me
and I was
gone
I Me Mine, AND Ours… It’s Here Now
Piercing light of howling moon
… I…
All life running through THE mind, winding out and through…Me…
Winding, winding out, and Winding down through unrepentant hands… Mine..,
…AND…
Where rings once covered all vows and a vision made… Ours…
Running down, running down and running down through me… It’s…
The fires sweeping, crying for unused barren and wild children to return… Here…
Return unto beyond the grave… Now…
```~~~… … …~~~```
Deep down in the dungeons, what is called the underground mine
Was always lonely and hallow in the dark,
First time seeing Maria, was never sure if the illusion was real
Or a simple trick of the Dark,
Closed off from natural light and space,
The Down Deep Dungeons, it never gives quarter
In the Dark, air is dead and inner strength runs and hides, chained in the Dark,
In the Dark, in the Dark IT waits, in the Dark
It first comes as a voice inside,
It never begs
But I cannot break away
Soon memories and IT are all I feel
Chained in the Dark,
Unexpectedly and unknowingly Drawn to Her,
Maria, beautiful Maria of my soul, she shall be mine again,
again and again and again, my Mary
Life after life, and death after death
```~~~… … …~~~```
I just wanted to love you, nothing asked for in return
Other times, I wanted everything from you
Liken onto a one, summoning the demon, wanting riches and favors in return
GOD DAMNS IT… GOD DAMNN YOU… Don’t you Need Me
Like I need you;
You will, oh yes my sweet sweet child, You Will, you will need me
The walls are closing in on all that living
There’s danger out tonight, your soul won’t be going home
She’s Mine, She’s mine She’s Mine, in the deep underground Poetry of Dark she’s mine,
I can hear the voices call out
And I feel a little like a dying man,
```~~~… … …~~~```
Please don’t be sad, had I not known you all these years, beautiful one
And behind a tune, lyrically, come forth ill begotten one,
Come forth deep and dark one, and bestow upon me, the power
Power to transcend and instill life unnatural, unto my one true love
With the laying on of hands, I pray for her, I pray for her soul, I pray for her peace,
And call upon the Serpent, to in all that happens for her onto myself to keep
Here, here in the dungeons walled up for me alone to see
The call, the charm of making is made instantly known from some older age
And I chant, I leap upon her,
Binding her in the dark,
With fear, power, and wanting, at any cost
I chant, I start to chant from powers unknown
Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis’s bethad, do chél dénmha
My beautiful Maria,
I lay the security of my work to rest
Singing along to Marys shouting, I labor
The brick and cement I already made available for me,
I walled up my one true love,
Putting on her mine ring,
The ring that I always have, our ring that has kept us bound spirit and soul together life after life
No matter how many Angel, human or Demon that comes alive,
II found her, I know it, I found her
As I lay the last of the bricks
As the last of the walls from the outside world closed in
On the 13th year, will she be made ready, time enough for me to tear down the crumbling wall
And claim that which is promised me, my blushing bride made life after life and death after death
Bound by fire, love and power of rings, here in the Dark, in the deep Underground mines of soul, mind
And the Dark Verses that bind
Group 4
Genre: Love Poem
Location: An underground mine
Object: Ring
Poets:
Viddax
lepperochan
deadwolf
MadameLavender
EM20XX
Piercing light of howling moon
… I…
All life running through THE mind, winding out and through…Me…
Winding, winding out, and Winding down through unrepentant hands… Mine..,
…AND…
Where rings once covered all vows and a vision made… Ours…
Running down, running down and running down through me… It’s…
The fires sweeping, crying for unused barren and wild children to return… Here…
Return unto beyond the grave… Now…
```~~~… … …~~~```
Deep down in the dungeons, what is called the underground mine
Was always lonely and hallow in the dark,
First time seeing Maria, was never sure if the illusion was real
Or a simple trick of the Dark,
Closed off from natural light and space,
The Down Deep Dungeons, it never gives quarter
In the Dark, air is dead and inner strength runs and hides, chained in the Dark,
In the Dark, in the Dark IT waits, in the Dark
It first comes as a voice inside,
It never begs
But I cannot break away
Soon memories and IT are all I feel
Chained in the Dark,
Unexpectedly and unknowingly Drawn to Her,
Maria, beautiful Maria of my soul, she shall be mine again,
again and again and again, my Mary
Life after life, and death after death
```~~~… … …~~~```
I just wanted to love you, nothing asked for in return
Other times, I wanted everything from you
Liken onto a one, summoning the demon, wanting riches and favors in return
GOD DAMNS IT… GOD DAMNN YOU… Don’t you Need Me
Like I need you;
You will, oh yes my sweet sweet child, You Will, you will need me
The walls are closing in on all that living
There’s danger out tonight, your soul won’t be going home
She’s Mine, She’s mine She’s Mine, in the deep underground Poetry of Dark she’s mine,
I can hear the voices call out
And I feel a little like a dying man,
```~~~… … …~~~```
Please don’t be sad, had I not known you all these years, beautiful one
And behind a tune, lyrically, come forth ill begotten one,
Come forth deep and dark one, and bestow upon me, the power
Power to transcend and instill life unnatural, unto my one true love
With the laying on of hands, I pray for her, I pray for her soul, I pray for her peace,
And call upon the Serpent, to in all that happens for her onto myself to keep
Here, here in the dungeons walled up for me alone to see
The call, the charm of making is made instantly known from some older age
And I chant, I leap upon her,
Binding her in the dark,
With fear, power, and wanting, at any cost
I chant, I start to chant from powers unknown
Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis’s bethad, do chél dénmha
My beautiful Maria,
I lay the security of my work to rest
Singing along to Marys shouting, I labor
The brick and cement I already made available for me,
I walled up my one true love,
Putting on her mine ring,
The ring that I always have, our ring that has kept us bound spirit and soul together life after life
No matter how many Angel, human or Demon that comes alive,
II found her, I know it, I found her
As I lay the last of the bricks
As the last of the walls from the outside world closed in
On the 13th year, will she be made ready, time enough for me to tear down the crumbling wall
And claim that which is promised me, my blushing bride made life after life and death after death
Bound by fire, love and power of rings, here in the Dark, in the deep Underground mines of soul, mind
And the Dark Verses that bind
Group 4
Genre: Love Poem
Location: An underground mine
Object: Ring
Poets:
Viddax
lepperochan
deadwolf
MadameLavender
EM20XX
Round One - Challenge 2 has now started. Check out the link for your next challenge.
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Round-1, Challenge-2
Group 4
Farm, Radio, Anger
BOOMERANG
What goes around, comes around,
The boomerang you threw;
Whirring and slicing, the air right back to you.
“Dear Mama,
I write to you on my wedding day
As I do my own hair, carefully,
So the bun, so popular in 1971, stays in place,
And I look just perfect.
Ah, I wish you were here to help me ready myself—
And Miriam, she would have been my maid of honor,
And perhaps Jacob, his best man.
Papa would proudly walk me down the aisle,
Tears in his eyes,
Like the ones ready to break the floodgates of my own.”
Ruthie, run with me—
“Tag—you’re it!” we say,
Laughing, best friends, all our childhood days.
“You remember Dieter, Mama?
We loved playing together, he and I,
And all that mattered was that the sun rose to a new day,
And that we couldn’t wait for the school bell to ring,
Dismissing us to run,
The excitement of freedom fuelling our pounding feet,
As we raced home where our world awaited.”
Ruthie, Ruthie, won’t you come and play?
Hopscotch, kick-the-ball;
Your heart, I will betray.
“I make the final adjustments on my wedding gown;
I wish you could see me, Mama.
Paul Stookey sings ‘The Wedding Song: There is Love’
Softly on the radio behind me,
But there is no love.
Dieter said he was so sorry,
And said he always loved me
All these years later when we met again,
But the Hitler Youth still broke him when we were ten, in 1944,
And I remember my rage, as we were led away
After he’d turned us in.”
Ruthie, Ruthie, jump rope, too;
Come and fly the kite with me,
I know you are a Jew.
“I remember your faces
As I jumped from the transport train,
And I ran—
I ran like I did with Dieter,
And found my way to the Albrecht farm,
Where they hid me and raised me,
As their own.
Hans and Helga, dear ones, are passed now, too,
So I will walk the aisle alone to become Mrs. Dieter Himmel,
But only for a moment—
For the ‘something old’ is the still-seething anger,
The ‘something new’ is my life that awaits with Yeshua, God of Abraham,
The ‘something borrowed’ is Hans Albrecht’s Glock, neatly tucked inside my gown,
And the ‘something blue’ is how I’ve always felt since that day.
Wait for me, Mama,
Papa, Miriam and Jacob too—
For the minute after we say ‘I do’, Dieter will die and go to hell,
Then I will turn the gun on myself,
And I’ll see you all soon.
Your loving daughter,
Ruth Kloppner.
Shalom”
What goes around, comes around,
The boomerang you threw;
Whirring and slicing, the air right back to you.
Group 4
Farm, Radio, Anger
BOOMERANG
What goes around, comes around,
The boomerang you threw;
Whirring and slicing, the air right back to you.
“Dear Mama,
I write to you on my wedding day
As I do my own hair, carefully,
So the bun, so popular in 1971, stays in place,
And I look just perfect.
Ah, I wish you were here to help me ready myself—
And Miriam, she would have been my maid of honor,
And perhaps Jacob, his best man.
Papa would proudly walk me down the aisle,
Tears in his eyes,
Like the ones ready to break the floodgates of my own.”
Ruthie, run with me—
“Tag—you’re it!” we say,
Laughing, best friends, all our childhood days.
“You remember Dieter, Mama?
We loved playing together, he and I,
And all that mattered was that the sun rose to a new day,
And that we couldn’t wait for the school bell to ring,
Dismissing us to run,
The excitement of freedom fuelling our pounding feet,
As we raced home where our world awaited.”
Ruthie, Ruthie, won’t you come and play?
Hopscotch, kick-the-ball;
Your heart, I will betray.
“I make the final adjustments on my wedding gown;
I wish you could see me, Mama.
Paul Stookey sings ‘The Wedding Song: There is Love’
Softly on the radio behind me,
But there is no love.
Dieter said he was so sorry,
And said he always loved me
All these years later when we met again,
But the Hitler Youth still broke him when we were ten, in 1944,
And I remember my rage, as we were led away
After he’d turned us in.”
Ruthie, Ruthie, jump rope, too;
Come and fly the kite with me,
I know you are a Jew.
“I remember your faces
As I jumped from the transport train,
And I ran—
I ran like I did with Dieter,
And found my way to the Albrecht farm,
Where they hid me and raised me,
As their own.
Hans and Helga, dear ones, are passed now, too,
So I will walk the aisle alone to become Mrs. Dieter Himmel,
But only for a moment—
For the ‘something old’ is the still-seething anger,
The ‘something new’ is my life that awaits with Yeshua, God of Abraham,
The ‘something borrowed’ is Hans Albrecht’s Glock, neatly tucked inside my gown,
And the ‘something blue’ is how I’ve always felt since that day.
Wait for me, Mama,
Papa, Miriam and Jacob too—
For the minute after we say ‘I do’, Dieter will die and go to hell,
Then I will turn the gun on myself,
And I’ll see you all soon.
Your loving daughter,
Ruth Kloppner.
Shalom”
What goes around, comes around,
The boomerang you threw;
Whirring and slicing, the air right back to you.
Round-1, Challenge-2
Group 1
Genre: Drug Poem
Location: A space station
Object: Scissors
Group 1:
David_Macleod
SeekingKate
jIMNUT_rOARIN
HHMCameron
Indie
===============================
.
old Dieschere was a spaceman
quite tried and true
that is untill he became
a dutch man and deutchmann too
.
now he sits in his room
tanked to the gills
the thought of seeing stars
simply giving him chills
.
once a man of cutting wit
seems now he has traded safety for it
soon to be he will be going home
space stations are not for lack wits
.
and the tranquilizer
gave him terminal fits
turning the welcome home
party into a wake
(dieschere = the scissors)
Group 1
Genre: Drug Poem
Location: A space station
Object: Scissors
Group 1:
David_Macleod
SeekingKate
jIMNUT_rOARIN
HHMCameron
Indie
===============================
.
old Dieschere was a spaceman
quite tried and true
that is untill he became
a dutch man and deutchmann too
.
now he sits in his room
tanked to the gills
the thought of seeing stars
simply giving him chills
.
once a man of cutting wit
seems now he has traded safety for it
soon to be he will be going home
space stations are not for lack wits
.
and the tranquilizer
gave him terminal fits
turning the welcome home
party into a wake
(dieschere = the scissors)
Round-1, Challenge-2
Group 4
Of a bleeding Emerald
Sean swung from a beam in his barn
his feet weighed down by taxes, and school fees
and arbitrary whims of a European elite
that threw its fat greedy hands
up the arse of his cattle and his pigs
and his lambs
a small transistor radio
crackled out the words of Luke Kelly's poem
For what died the sons of Róisín
" Will German, French or Dutch inscribe the epitaph of Emmet?
When we have sold enough of Ireland to be but strangers in it "
on the straw beneath him
the steam from his puddle of piss still rose
and clung to the leg of the old desk
he'd used to make his last stand
on top of which
a single page of paper lay
scrawled upon by an angry hand and signed
by forever
"*Róisín, mo chailín, mo chailín álainn
tá do chroí chothaithe dom i gcónaí
do amhrán choimeád téite dom
Tá mé brón
Tá brón mór gabhadh dom"
**to whom do we owe our allegiance
for shame
we swapped the cruel bloody crown
for the greedy hands of bankers and bureaucrats
both foreign and domestic
**( top line taken from the poem For what died the sons of Róisín - Luke Kelly
*Róisín (Ro-sheen), my girl, my beautiful girl. your heart has always fed me, your song has always kept me warm. there is sadness on me, a great sorrow has captured me
Group 4
Of a bleeding Emerald
Sean swung from a beam in his barn
his feet weighed down by taxes, and school fees
and arbitrary whims of a European elite
that threw its fat greedy hands
up the arse of his cattle and his pigs
and his lambs
a small transistor radio
crackled out the words of Luke Kelly's poem
For what died the sons of Róisín
" Will German, French or Dutch inscribe the epitaph of Emmet?
When we have sold enough of Ireland to be but strangers in it "
on the straw beneath him
the steam from his puddle of piss still rose
and clung to the leg of the old desk
he'd used to make his last stand
on top of which
a single page of paper lay
scrawled upon by an angry hand and signed
by forever
"*Róisín, mo chailín, mo chailín álainn
tá do chroí chothaithe dom i gcónaí
do amhrán choimeád téite dom
Tá mé brón
Tá brón mór gabhadh dom"
**to whom do we owe our allegiance
for shame
we swapped the cruel bloody crown
for the greedy hands of bankers and bureaucrats
both foreign and domestic
**( top line taken from the poem For what died the sons of Róisín - Luke Kelly
*Róisín (Ro-sheen), my girl, my beautiful girl. your heart has always fed me, your song has always kept me warm. there is sadness on me, a great sorrow has captured me
GROUP 1 Challenge 2
Genre: Drug Poem
Location: Space Station
Object: Scissors
David_Macleod
seekingkate
jIMNUT_rOARIN
HHMCameron
Indie
SPECIAL DELIVERY
‘man that was some shit i had
it was twisted but good
gonna see if i can revisit…’
these thoughts are constant
as i wait to hook up
bits of my experience flash before me
choppin the weed with special scissors
me mum bought me…go figure…
packin the cone with hash and it
and the bong’s ready for me
man, it was potent shit
thought i’d greened it
when i started to feel sick
but then i was there…what a trip...
i’m looking out through the glass
space is all i see
i mean SPACE…like galaxies
stars and all that shit
i move my position
take another look out
i’m on a fuckin space station
man, who’d believe this shit!
i pinched myself to see if it’s real
i pinched real hard and fuckin squealed
i started to panic
how do i get fuckin back?
then i think...
‘who gives a fuck...’
i’m gonna lie back
float and dream
reality will hit soon enough
"hey johnno, you want more, my man?"
[i][i]i open my eyes…i’m still here[/i]
"you want more?…answer me…I’m a busy man…."
"yeah, i want more…but is this real?"
"it’s real mate…it’s the only way you’ll survive
your time up here…believe me…
we get this stuff by special delivery…."
[/i]
Genre: Drug Poem
Location: Space Station
Object: Scissors
David_Macleod
seekingkate
jIMNUT_rOARIN
HHMCameron
Indie
SPECIAL DELIVERY
‘man that was some shit i had
it was twisted but good
gonna see if i can revisit…’
these thoughts are constant
as i wait to hook up
bits of my experience flash before me
choppin the weed with special scissors
me mum bought me…go figure…
packin the cone with hash and it
and the bong’s ready for me
man, it was potent shit
thought i’d greened it
when i started to feel sick
but then i was there…what a trip...
i’m looking out through the glass
space is all i see
i mean SPACE…like galaxies
stars and all that shit
i move my position
take another look out
i’m on a fuckin space station
man, who’d believe this shit!
i pinched myself to see if it’s real
i pinched real hard and fuckin squealed
i started to panic
how do i get fuckin back?
then i think...
‘who gives a fuck...’
i’m gonna lie back
float and dream
reality will hit soon enough
"hey johnno, you want more, my man?"
[i][i]i open my eyes…i’m still here[/i]
"you want more?…answer me…I’m a busy man…."
"yeah, i want more…but is this real?"
"it’s real mate…it’s the only way you’ll survive
your time up here…believe me…
we get this stuff by special delivery…."
[/i]
Round-1, Challenge-2
Group 4
Farm, Radio, Anger
My camp - by the Fury
They said "we were good for nothing
and that we weren't the concern":
99% of the population
and not the 1%'s problem.
Life is a bitch like that,
yeah a bithc who dildo fucks you up the ass.
Well blow that for a game of life I said
bollocks to that I said,
sod this and sod the staus quo.
But few of them toffs even considered
the possibility of life,
outside their palaces.
And yet while they played golf,
with numbers immeasurably superior
we drew our plans.
Our grand slam plan to screw them.
So thats how it came to be like this
so don't fucking ask again
you lucky-lucky jumped up git.
Let me be all posh like you toffs
and guide you through my casa, my castle,
by your throat.
Its just a little hut really,
the real fun is in the fields
far from your corrupt city crowd.
Here's where we farm the fanatics
pen them in with fences,
pump radio at them till they go ga-ga
and send them off to toff-town
to laugh through slaughter.
Or is it slaughter through laughter?
Whatever.
I remember on the radio hearing you say
"we were good for nothing
and that we weren't the concern":
99% of the population
and not the 1%'s problem.
Life is a bitch like that,
numbers triumph toffery.
Now fucking make a run for it
shit-for-brains and go tell your friends
we're coming to party in toff town soon.
And we'll burn that mother down once and for all,
maybe your mothers too.
Tell them their Fury is coming.
I'll show you who's good for nothing,
I'll be your concern...
Now for stage 2 of this fucking revolution.
Group 4
Farm, Radio, Anger
My camp - by the Fury
They said "we were good for nothing
and that we weren't the concern":
99% of the population
and not the 1%'s problem.
Life is a bitch like that,
yeah a bithc who dildo fucks you up the ass.
Well blow that for a game of life I said
bollocks to that I said,
sod this and sod the staus quo.
But few of them toffs even considered
the possibility of life,
outside their palaces.
And yet while they played golf,
with numbers immeasurably superior
we drew our plans.
Our grand slam plan to screw them.
So thats how it came to be like this
so don't fucking ask again
you lucky-lucky jumped up git.
Let me be all posh like you toffs
and guide you through my casa, my castle,
by your throat.
Its just a little hut really,
the real fun is in the fields
far from your corrupt city crowd.
Here's where we farm the fanatics
pen them in with fences,
pump radio at them till they go ga-ga
and send them off to toff-town
to laugh through slaughter.
Or is it slaughter through laughter?
Whatever.
I remember on the radio hearing you say
"we were good for nothing
and that we weren't the concern":
99% of the population
and not the 1%'s problem.
Life is a bitch like that,
numbers triumph toffery.
Now fucking make a run for it
shit-for-brains and go tell your friends
we're coming to party in toff town soon.
And we'll burn that mother down once and for all,
maybe your mothers too.
Tell them their Fury is coming.
I'll show you who's good for nothing,
I'll be your concern...
Now for stage 2 of this fucking revolution.
Anonymous
Group 2
Genre: Dark Poem
Location: A lighthouse
Object: Telephone
*lines and light*
the line crackles, the light shines straight
across choppy waters
while I pull at the cord, trying to will you
into picking up
the wind outside is rattling the windows and the sky
spinning round the white tower, trying to break
the light, but I will not let that happen
if I can't make you answer, then at least
let me stay here til the storm has passed
and save some poor soul from it
let this feeling come to something
other than another sleepless night
the line falls dead as the power lines outside
are blown down by your silence
and the thunder echoes the weight of my words
as I speak into an empty receiver
the light shines across the water
further than I care to know
Genre: Dark Poem
Location: A lighthouse
Object: Telephone
*lines and light*
the line crackles, the light shines straight
across choppy waters
while I pull at the cord, trying to will you
into picking up
the wind outside is rattling the windows and the sky
spinning round the white tower, trying to break
the light, but I will not let that happen
if I can't make you answer, then at least
let me stay here til the storm has passed
and save some poor soul from it
let this feeling come to something
other than another sleepless night
the line falls dead as the power lines outside
are blown down by your silence
and the thunder echoes the weight of my words
as I speak into an empty receiver
the light shines across the water
further than I care to know
Group 3
Poet: Jesta
Genre: Observational Poem
Location: An aquarium
Object: Jar
Round 1 - Challenge 2
"from in here"
if i weren't wandering along
the route they set for you in these places
i would be doing it aimlessly
sort of listlessly, imaginably
watching myself as a turtle from one of these
huge columns of fish i keep passing
it's incredibly easy to feel
well earned solitude
here in the blue light, dark walls
with animals who don't give one
who or what
is on the other side of the glass
though surely
they'd fancy a where
the anemones are my favourites
in an open tank
you can touch them
watch their tentacles wave in uniform
each at their post
and my conscience isn't so edgy
knowing they're not pining
for another rock hundreds of miles away
i think they think peoples' fingers
are food for a second
so they reach and stick a little bit
taste ya and figure out
nah, just another tease
hundred 'n' fifty of those every day -
but it amazes me
how eagerly they still hope
guess they get fed eventually
the small swimmers
don't seem to bother about their quarters
long as they have their tunnels
and caves and hidey holes
but the big ones look to me
like butterflies
crammed into a jam jar
with a stick
and a leaf
when they have built in instinct
for long distance
traveling the most mysterious
unexplored pieces of our planet
maybe it was their stars
just where they were born
or they fell behind
made the mistake of being weak
in that world of teeth vs. camouflage
to get caught
and brought
to this giant jar of undersea wonders
where we can luxuriously gawk
clock and analyze everything they do
i always try to hope
for their sake
they really love the stick
Poet: Jesta
Genre: Observational Poem
Location: An aquarium
Object: Jar
Round 1 - Challenge 2
"from in here"
if i weren't wandering along
the route they set for you in these places
i would be doing it aimlessly
sort of listlessly, imaginably
watching myself as a turtle from one of these
huge columns of fish i keep passing
it's incredibly easy to feel
well earned solitude
here in the blue light, dark walls
with animals who don't give one
who or what
is on the other side of the glass
though surely
they'd fancy a where
the anemones are my favourites
in an open tank
you can touch them
watch their tentacles wave in uniform
each at their post
and my conscience isn't so edgy
knowing they're not pining
for another rock hundreds of miles away
i think they think peoples' fingers
are food for a second
so they reach and stick a little bit
taste ya and figure out
nah, just another tease
hundred 'n' fifty of those every day -
but it amazes me
how eagerly they still hope
guess they get fed eventually
the small swimmers
don't seem to bother about their quarters
long as they have their tunnels
and caves and hidey holes
but the big ones look to me
like butterflies
crammed into a jam jar
with a stick
and a leaf
when they have built in instinct
for long distance
traveling the most mysterious
unexplored pieces of our planet
maybe it was their stars
just where they were born
or they fell behind
made the mistake of being weak
in that world of teeth vs. camouflage
to get caught
and brought
to this giant jar of undersea wonders
where we can luxuriously gawk
clock and analyze everything they do
i always try to hope
for their sake
they really love the stick
Group 3
poet: jakehammer
genre:observational poem
location: aquarium
object: jar
round 1 , challenge 2
"Seaweed Shaken In A Ringed Glass Jar"
water world another realm, curls of this medium envelope; clam clasp dire, she rides the spirit of the sea
mired in collusion of the swimming scales; caged, submerged
coiled limbs, smooth, limbo divides the shadowed light shades; she curls from under her rock
flushing color, squint to shock, octopus, ever the wary, predators lie in wait
juking, jerking.. she feigns injury to persuade
drawing away from her nest, blue ringed, deathly venomous, dirty.. sea viper unhinged
danger dance, camouflage, stillness drifts above, running rhythm through a blighted ruse of..
flickers from the languid, move within a
vacuous vacuum din
dark, deadly and beautiful, electrodes sense minute movement embroiled
hunted, lured, to whom succumbs or survives
Barracuda hovers, sharp eyes view all
schools protrude only in numbers, uncovered
the weak link sought.. streaking runners
myriad scales catch silver, reflect and shimmer like the stars blinking of a small galaxy
canopy cartooned in a kaleidoscopic blur, frantic fluking
Moray eel wiggling with whirls, tearing a
bulb-bioluminescent moon pulse unfurled
plumb string dangles nettles numb, strewn, stunned minnows slum
sea turtle devours quietness, anemones and sea urchins beware, porcupine puffer looks like a drowned Clown fish scared, nuerotoxins pared paradox
Portuguese Man-O-War rides waves since Plesiosaurus
captured, corraled in coral, tanked and filed, tickets for sale, come see the vicious sea-monsters and killer whales
pastured, fish foul, yanked from the wild
closer look, fish locked in, threats caught on a hook, thrown miss-mash within taut nets shook, thrashed
embracing their shunted space, freedomless, they hunger, roaming, probing their limited boundaries
souls of this realm paraded for a show, short orbit, enfolded to exist, not of their own
fish eyes clouded, incarcerated fins, gills slushing suffocation, choking window shroud dims, provoking floundering dolphins
thick glassed prison, .. feeding time! ..break the float, rotten chum rains, flooded blood of brethren summoned slime
clicking, croaking; under-water suffer reef pool disease, rougher sponges, fish feces and vanishing species plunge
fish lips kiss and crush, tentacles, scales and razor teeth fly and float in fish-gut mush
chaos ensues, shark teeth saws, joust the jaws of predators, little fish dart in and out from view
violent vortex rams, torpedo fins explode, voracious frenzy in kamikaze lines unload
submariner sojourn, marinaded and marred, king fish-steak and seaweed shaken in a ringed glass jar
poetic wash, I see Poseidon weep of his creatures of the deep, captured, incarcerated, seeping life, a slow death
scattered scars of an inner universe that swells, subsides, only after dying in a man-made fish-tank hell, left..
as a swimming bowl, concrete hole, piranha like in their frantic school swarming, sauna-control lost in
chaotic charm, unreal mimicry with tons of their plastic cemetery, pantomime the caricatures sans fantastic, fish-slavery and cannibal spastic fertilizer
swallowing man-made will, filtered water through ill gills, scuba crew that showers in chlorine, technology,
poisoned marine life from electronic gadgetry, marine biology, ecology.. locator beacons, whale echoes of confusion with submariner sonar subterfuge
sail the sushi-bar, shrivel fry the calamari, untie the lobster claws, restaurant of half frozen seafood dead, feed the chosen critters slimy fish-heads; staunch the crashing launch of nuclear submarines
I see the Mermaids splash behind the man-made traps in
paraded time
Mickey D's needs fish-sticks and fillets to find
Flipper needs a hoop to jump through ..and Orcas need their family-packs, aqua-lungs and Manatee dung, artificial bubbles breathe a black sea
whale tail flukes and Grouper stew..blubber spam?.. Mobi's got relatives other than jelly-fish fans subdued
free Willy and his friends, be silly, go ahead, don't pretend, jump right in and see how fast the water turns red
wait, bonafide Jonah? .. nah, you're fish-bait Homer dead!
* check spell and edit later
poet: jakehammer
genre:observational poem
location: aquarium
object: jar
round 1 , challenge 2
"Seaweed Shaken In A Ringed Glass Jar"
water world another realm, curls of this medium envelope; clam clasp dire, she rides the spirit of the sea
mired in collusion of the swimming scales; caged, submerged
coiled limbs, smooth, limbo divides the shadowed light shades; she curls from under her rock
flushing color, squint to shock, octopus, ever the wary, predators lie in wait
juking, jerking.. she feigns injury to persuade
drawing away from her nest, blue ringed, deathly venomous, dirty.. sea viper unhinged
danger dance, camouflage, stillness drifts above, running rhythm through a blighted ruse of..
flickers from the languid, move within a
vacuous vacuum din
dark, deadly and beautiful, electrodes sense minute movement embroiled
hunted, lured, to whom succumbs or survives
Barracuda hovers, sharp eyes view all
schools protrude only in numbers, uncovered
the weak link sought.. streaking runners
myriad scales catch silver, reflect and shimmer like the stars blinking of a small galaxy
canopy cartooned in a kaleidoscopic blur, frantic fluking
Moray eel wiggling with whirls, tearing a
bulb-bioluminescent moon pulse unfurled
plumb string dangles nettles numb, strewn, stunned minnows slum
sea turtle devours quietness, anemones and sea urchins beware, porcupine puffer looks like a drowned Clown fish scared, nuerotoxins pared paradox
Portuguese Man-O-War rides waves since Plesiosaurus
captured, corraled in coral, tanked and filed, tickets for sale, come see the vicious sea-monsters and killer whales
pastured, fish foul, yanked from the wild
closer look, fish locked in, threats caught on a hook, thrown miss-mash within taut nets shook, thrashed
embracing their shunted space, freedomless, they hunger, roaming, probing their limited boundaries
souls of this realm paraded for a show, short orbit, enfolded to exist, not of their own
fish eyes clouded, incarcerated fins, gills slushing suffocation, choking window shroud dims, provoking floundering dolphins
thick glassed prison, .. feeding time! ..break the float, rotten chum rains, flooded blood of brethren summoned slime
clicking, croaking; under-water suffer reef pool disease, rougher sponges, fish feces and vanishing species plunge
fish lips kiss and crush, tentacles, scales and razor teeth fly and float in fish-gut mush
chaos ensues, shark teeth saws, joust the jaws of predators, little fish dart in and out from view
violent vortex rams, torpedo fins explode, voracious frenzy in kamikaze lines unload
submariner sojourn, marinaded and marred, king fish-steak and seaweed shaken in a ringed glass jar
poetic wash, I see Poseidon weep of his creatures of the deep, captured, incarcerated, seeping life, a slow death
scattered scars of an inner universe that swells, subsides, only after dying in a man-made fish-tank hell, left..
as a swimming bowl, concrete hole, piranha like in their frantic school swarming, sauna-control lost in
chaotic charm, unreal mimicry with tons of their plastic cemetery, pantomime the caricatures sans fantastic, fish-slavery and cannibal spastic fertilizer
swallowing man-made will, filtered water through ill gills, scuba crew that showers in chlorine, technology,
poisoned marine life from electronic gadgetry, marine biology, ecology.. locator beacons, whale echoes of confusion with submariner sonar subterfuge
sail the sushi-bar, shrivel fry the calamari, untie the lobster claws, restaurant of half frozen seafood dead, feed the chosen critters slimy fish-heads; staunch the crashing launch of nuclear submarines
I see the Mermaids splash behind the man-made traps in
paraded time
Mickey D's needs fish-sticks and fillets to find
Flipper needs a hoop to jump through ..and Orcas need their family-packs, aqua-lungs and Manatee dung, artificial bubbles breathe a black sea
whale tail flukes and Grouper stew..blubber spam?.. Mobi's got relatives other than jelly-fish fans subdued
free Willy and his friends, be silly, go ahead, don't pretend, jump right in and see how fast the water turns red
wait, bonafide Jonah? .. nah, you're fish-bait Homer dead!
* check spell and edit later
Group 2
Genre: Dark Poem
Location: A lighthouse
Object: Telephone
Intermittent Departure
He loved her to death, with a telephone line
and his promise of eternal obsession
hung from the cord like a last hope lost
the lighthouse blinking into her pale tragedy
he cut her down and buried her in his memory
weeping to the tune of his loss
sealing her fate with his cellophane capture
taking her mind and invading her nightmares
he was the symptom to her terminal disease
self sacrifice her only cure, and she climbed
to a place she could run, and he couldn't reach
jumping into the afterlife
she swung from the beam like a broken ballerina
he found her, it was the first time they kissed
his Ouija board fingers kept her in his possession
every time she arrived, the lilies withered
and the violin song tore at the sky
he smelt like desperation and stale smoke
she was trapped in her passing, mistake
holding her soul prisoner, she never got away
*
Genre: Dark Poem
Location: A lighthouse
Object: Telephone
Intermittent Departure
He loved her to death, with a telephone line
and his promise of eternal obsession
hung from the cord like a last hope lost
the lighthouse blinking into her pale tragedy
he cut her down and buried her in his memory
weeping to the tune of his loss
sealing her fate with his cellophane capture
taking her mind and invading her nightmares
he was the symptom to her terminal disease
self sacrifice her only cure, and she climbed
to a place she could run, and he couldn't reach
jumping into the afterlife
she swung from the beam like a broken ballerina
he found her, it was the first time they kissed
his Ouija board fingers kept her in his possession
every time she arrived, the lilies withered
and the violin song tore at the sky
he smelt like desperation and stale smoke
she was trapped in her passing, mistake
holding her soul prisoner, she never got away
*
Group 2
Genre: Dark
Location: Lighthouse
Element: telephone line
we were never Gods
hollow are thy chambers.
echoes of life and death
resonate in the static of each.
this lighthouse
this revolver
mine heart.
all awaiting their partner for validation
the watchman
a bullet
your love.
i sit on this eve in my tower
looking over the bay I've safely guided your vessel through
so that I might hold you again.
i stay anchored so that you might explore as the Phoenicians did.
but now you've sent me a message with our sweet Mercury.
[remember when we found him
a baby fallen from his nest
we nursed him
loved him
taught him to scurry the telephone line between our house and my tower to send notes to one another]
You tell me ...
winds no longer billow
deadening the lateen
yet i must go
Mercury dashes back.
chain me in the gallows then
that i might grip your oars
hardened for a mere kiss
steel messenger in steel chamber
spin
temple
pull
click!
Mercury returns.
you've made me an overseer
yet my lashes shed only tears
forgive me not
steel messenger in steel chamber
spin
temple
pull
click!
Here sweet Mercury
a peanut
now take this to daddy.
no quarter will be given
nor asked for I have swallowed every drop of your humiliation
you have the seas Poseidon
guide them with your light
so I might slip in darkness
you spoke Venus' three most sacred words
languid gales i now see
steel messenger in steel chamber
spin
temple
pull
...
Genre: Dark
Location: Lighthouse
Element: telephone line
we were never Gods
hollow are thy chambers.
echoes of life and death
resonate in the static of each.
this lighthouse
this revolver
mine heart.
all awaiting their partner for validation
the watchman
a bullet
your love.
i sit on this eve in my tower
looking over the bay I've safely guided your vessel through
so that I might hold you again.
i stay anchored so that you might explore as the Phoenicians did.
but now you've sent me a message with our sweet Mercury.
[remember when we found him
a baby fallen from his nest
we nursed him
loved him
taught him to scurry the telephone line between our house and my tower to send notes to one another]
You tell me ...
winds no longer billow
deadening the lateen
yet i must go
Mercury dashes back.
chain me in the gallows then
that i might grip your oars
hardened for a mere kiss
steel messenger in steel chamber
spin
temple
pull
click!
Mercury returns.
you've made me an overseer
yet my lashes shed only tears
forgive me not
steel messenger in steel chamber
spin
temple
pull
click!
Here sweet Mercury
a peanut
now take this to daddy.
no quarter will be given
nor asked for I have swallowed every drop of your humiliation
you have the seas Poseidon
guide them with your light
so I might slip in darkness
you spoke Venus' three most sacred words
languid gales i now see
steel messenger in steel chamber
spin
temple
pull
...
