Poetry competition CLOSED 15th May 2015 11:22pm
WINNER
Grace (IDryad)
Grace (IDryad)
RUNNERS-UP:
seekingkate
and hornyatmorn
Wrong path taken
i hope this poem is OK purely because i feel there are different experiences with the choices presented to you....so is a path really right or wrong?
I Chose
Wrong decision?
My first thought, as I woke the next morning
I was surprised at his contact
Even more at my decision to explore
Nine months later equals emotional pain
For me, not him
The path chosen that night is a snapshot in my brain
Looking out, darkness of night
Reflection caught
A quick glance at the woman before me
My life, a movie playing over in my mind
In a split second, a moment in time
I jump off the train of my life rattling pass
Onto another calling my name
Wrong decision?
No…
I Chose
Wrong decision?
My first thought, as I woke the next morning
I was surprised at his contact
Even more at my decision to explore
Nine months later equals emotional pain
For me, not him
The path chosen that night is a snapshot in my brain
Looking out, darkness of night
Reflection caught
A quick glance at the woman before me
My life, a movie playing over in my mind
In a split second, a moment in time
I jump off the train of my life rattling pass
Onto another calling my name
Wrong decision?
No…
Highway less travelled
on bent knees
with limpid eyes
he asked me
if I would
sparkling crystal on a circle
band of gold to hold together
if only known before the travel
thorny path on life's highway
It was a path wrongly taken
when fists connected on limbs
made colourful by love's demand
vows taken long forgotten
years passed and off he went
to pursue more of lady love
crumpled tissue on the floor
echoed the loud closing of the door
if the yes was No
and the stay not long
If only I dared
to travel strange highways.
on bent knees
with limpid eyes
he asked me
if I would
sparkling crystal on a circle
band of gold to hold together
if only known before the travel
thorny path on life's highway
It was a path wrongly taken
when fists connected on limbs
made colourful by love's demand
vows taken long forgotten
years passed and off he went
to pursue more of lady love
crumpled tissue on the floor
echoed the loud closing of the door
if the yes was No
and the stay not long
If only I dared
to travel strange highways.
(Unholy Echo da Lontano of the Ultimate Betrayal)
The seaman that I never was,
Is traveling forever,
Although I feel to him so close,
I haven’t been very clever.
I thought that there should be a link,
To have a double existence,
But I have missed it in a blink,
Due to my single persistence.
The seaman that I never was,
Lives in another place,
Perhaps in sketches by Boz[1],
Caricature his face.
The mystery of Edwin Drood[2],
Is that I never read it,
In sinful passion as I stood,
Where angels fear to tread it[3].
The mayor of Casterbridge[4],
Is but a mild case,
For putting feelings in the fridge,
Of my inferior race.
The seaman that I never was,
More honest man than I,
He’s my poor truth and that’s because,
I am his richest lie.
1,2,3,4 = literary references, easily traceable in wikipedia or elsewhere if one feels like it.
All that glittered
Now is dust
Forever the stigma
Will be with us
We pledged allegiance
To our duty
But robbed the innocent
For the guilty
We sold what is right
For a price
Now the very sight
Disgust the eyes
When the weak groans
God hears their cry
It is such an unwise decision
To let greed override
So we are stuck in this travail
Forever sleepless nights
Justice must prevail
From it there is no respite
Now is dust
Forever the stigma
Will be with us
We pledged allegiance
To our duty
But robbed the innocent
For the guilty
We sold what is right
For a price
Now the very sight
Disgust the eyes
When the weak groans
God hears their cry
It is such an unwise decision
To let greed override
So we are stuck in this travail
Forever sleepless nights
Justice must prevail
From it there is no respite
To Say Or Not To Say
I chose my words unwisely
offering it in jest
I offended a closed mind
but I did not rest
I proceeded to address the point further
the more I professed
the more burdensome the boulder
and so I was ostracized from the discussion
exiled to solitary confinement of my own wits
my apology was not valued
the damaged done was one of extreme critical hits
I commented without a conscience
seeking to glorify my name
and the consequence was divisive
I was put to seditious shame
lost a friend over a word or two
that I should have not brooded over
if she were to take me back in friendship
I would rejoice and be tutored over
to say or not to say what our impulse beckons
life offers only first impressions and never gives us seconds
so offer the good word and be heard
off with those bad words they only create sad hurts
I chose my words unwisely
offering it in jest
I offended a closed mind
but I did not rest
I proceeded to address the point further
the more I professed
the more burdensome the boulder
and so I was ostracized from the discussion
exiled to solitary confinement of my own wits
my apology was not valued
the damaged done was one of extreme critical hits
I commented without a conscience
seeking to glorify my name
and the consequence was divisive
I was put to seditious shame
lost a friend over a word or two
that I should have not brooded over
if she were to take me back in friendship
I would rejoice and be tutored over
to say or not to say what our impulse beckons
life offers only first impressions and never gives us seconds
so offer the good word and be heard
off with those bad words they only create sad hurts
I always thought it would be easier, to live like you don't want to be remembered.
But my teachers mark me absent and never remember my name, and it's already December.
I thought that if I didn't speak up, it was the same as never speaking out.
No one can kick me while I'm down, if I just never show this doubt.
But this is not the case, keeping myself under lock and key,
Has down quite a number on my reason and sanity.
I'm not quite stable, not quite mad,
Just somewhere in between, and a whole lot sad.
If I'd chosen the route to live like me,
Would to me sitting here now, be a queen bee?
I stand at dawn of two paths
and be one traveler
a choice must be made
both similar to the eye
yet different to life
As I make the journey mid-way
and remember all that has gone wrong along the way
I stare in wonder to the path parallel
and this I say with a sigh
that I have taken the path with marks of minor
and fade within, that I have taken the wrong path.
and be one traveler
a choice must be made
both similar to the eye
yet different to life
As I make the journey mid-way
and remember all that has gone wrong along the way
I stare in wonder to the path parallel
and this I say with a sigh
that I have taken the path with marks of minor
and fade within, that I have taken the wrong path.
Dealing With Evil
I Listen To The Devil
He Whispers In My Ear
"Let Me Take Your Soul
Death You'll Never Fear"
Satan Offers Friendship
And Eternal Life
I Think For A Moment...
'You Got Your-self A Deal'
I Didn't Think I'd Need It
BOY Was I Wrong!
I've Lost All Emotion
My Feeling Is Gone
I Feel Like A Zombie
A Shell Of What Was
I'm Pale
And
I'm SICK
I'm Hollow
And
Weak
So Give Me Back My Soul
My Body You Can Keep
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I Listen To The Devil
He Whispers In My Ear
"Let Me Take Your Soul
Death You'll Never Fear"
Satan Offers Friendship
And Eternal Life
I Think For A Moment...
'You Got Your-self A Deal'
I Didn't Think I'd Need It
BOY Was I Wrong!
I've Lost All Emotion
My Feeling Is Gone
I Feel Like A Zombie
A Shell Of What Was
I'm Pale
And
I'm SICK
I'm Hollow
And
Weak
So Give Me Back My Soul
My Body You Can Keep
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- Alluring Doom -
A mighty maze
aloft I linger
lost
without a plan...
wild
where weeds and flowers
tangle and twist
for about a mile
ferocious
hidden beneath
their beauty
upon closer inspection
with curious hand
unsuspecting, naive and nimble
twas a thorn that
struck
and pricked my finger...
A mighty maze
aloft I linger
lost
without a plan...
wild
where weeds and flowers
tangle and twist
for about a mile
ferocious
hidden beneath
their beauty
upon closer inspection
with curious hand
unsuspecting, naive and nimble
twas a thorn that
struck
and pricked my finger...
Programmers Nightmare
A long time ago when I was little,
once upon a time, when I was but a child,
I saw the future for an untold while,
remembering every waking thought, memory and whistle,
everything will be destroyed by that ballistic missile,
I shall serve gladly before marking and ranking files,
born to command an order within the british isles,
then passing judgment upon my own dismissal.
Codes, cups, riddles and the works,
all looked wonderful, impossible at first,
nights I spent basking in the sun being reborn anew,
sitting in the shadows eating the apples of peru,
still holding onto passions that are mostly unrehearsed,
who can say no, to building another pas de deux.
--.. --- ... / -.- .. .- / -.-. ..- .-.. - ..- ...
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,
Inspired greatly by all great works I have seen and heard.
Word count... 115, I could always split it into two parts...
A long time ago when I was little,
once upon a time, when I was but a child,
I saw the future for an untold while,
remembering every waking thought, memory and whistle,
everything will be destroyed by that ballistic missile,
I shall serve gladly before marking and ranking files,
born to command an order within the british isles,
then passing judgment upon my own dismissal.
Codes, cups, riddles and the works,
all looked wonderful, impossible at first,
nights I spent basking in the sun being reborn anew,
sitting in the shadows eating the apples of peru,
still holding onto passions that are mostly unrehearsed,
who can say no, to building another pas de deux.
--.. --- ... / -.- .. .- / -.-. ..- .-.. - ..- ...
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,
Inspired greatly by all great works I have seen and heard.
Word count... 115, I could always split it into two parts...
