Poetry competition CLOSED 8th October 2015 1:16pm
WINNER
LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
RUNNER-UP:
blocat
Historical poetry
The Geisha
Her new silken wrap was hand painted for spring,
When the blushing cherry blossoms petal take wing.
Her intricate wig with its pins and adornments
Revealed her refinery and her beauty permanent.
But gone are the days when she walked the streets
And attended great men as they drank and whispered sweets.
No newspapers she'll read, nor face paint she'll wear,
For the city of Hiroshima is leveled and bare.
Her once beautiful skin rests not on her bones, unblemished and white
And buried under burning rubble and the coming of eternal night.
All her trinkets destroyed, all her friends as well,
Thanks to the the U.S. and their weapon from Hell.
Who was to think that a whole city of the old and respected,
Of the women and children, could be so easily destructed?
Surely not they, and certainly not a young Geisha as she.
The souls of the lost Hiroshima bemoan their fates and Nagasaki's,
Though there is nothing to be done now; no remedy.
The Geisha's last moments are clear as can be:
Terror, and pain, as she witnessed and felt her doom,
And was buried in a huddle at the far end of her room.
Tremble, poor soul, who knows not that she's dead,
But relives this terror again in accounts that are read.
Her memory lives on but her spirit is in pain;
No funeral rights for her murdered remains.
A Geisha remembered, though she is given no name,
May help to remind the great powers their shame,
And in remembrance may there be a moral:
A Geisha is human just the same,
And quite as mortal.
Her new silken wrap was hand painted for spring,
When the blushing cherry blossoms petal take wing.
Her intricate wig with its pins and adornments
Revealed her refinery and her beauty permanent.
But gone are the days when she walked the streets
And attended great men as they drank and whispered sweets.
No newspapers she'll read, nor face paint she'll wear,
For the city of Hiroshima is leveled and bare.
Her once beautiful skin rests not on her bones, unblemished and white
And buried under burning rubble and the coming of eternal night.
All her trinkets destroyed, all her friends as well,
Thanks to the the U.S. and their weapon from Hell.
Who was to think that a whole city of the old and respected,
Of the women and children, could be so easily destructed?
Surely not they, and certainly not a young Geisha as she.
The souls of the lost Hiroshima bemoan their fates and Nagasaki's,
Though there is nothing to be done now; no remedy.
The Geisha's last moments are clear as can be:
Terror, and pain, as she witnessed and felt her doom,
And was buried in a huddle at the far end of her room.
Tremble, poor soul, who knows not that she's dead,
But relives this terror again in accounts that are read.
Her memory lives on but her spirit is in pain;
No funeral rights for her murdered remains.
A Geisha remembered, though she is given no name,
May help to remind the great powers their shame,
And in remembrance may there be a moral:
A Geisha is human just the same,
And quite as mortal.
Oh! Breathless 🐖 pigrabbit (giggle atcha cute name)
Destruction shown in genius fashion A woman, geshia, a symbol of mysterious and beautiful femininity juxtaposes wars ugliness and lands with thumping impact on mind and heart.
Love this.
The rhyme scheme is quite fabulous.
Destruction shown in genius fashion A woman, geshia, a symbol of mysterious and beautiful femininity juxtaposes wars ugliness and lands with thumping impact on mind and heart.
Love this.
The rhyme scheme is quite fabulous.
Here is my entry based off of real events
1945 Hale Boys
A quick poem i had to come up with for school...
They were having a slam poetry thing
News of the war breaks loose like wildfire
A mother rest on her old wooden porch
Watching as her three sons scuffle in the yard
Reading letters given to her that autumn afternoon
A drafting
Her fingers tremble at the word
"Just some lousy papers" she thinks
Calling those boys in sometime later
They sit and eat supper
Not knowing
It's their last as a family together
They notice that something is wrong
That same look in her eyes
She looks at those boys of hers
Jack, Richard, and William
Too young, not even twenty
Tears well in her eyes
As she is reminded of her husband
Who was lost at this same war
Not wanting the same for her babies
She has no choice
Taking the papers from her apron
She gently places them among the table
As dusk settles to dawn
The deuces arive to take them away
With little rest
They are all in their finest
Mother straightens ther collars
And places sweet kisses on each boys cheek
For the last time
Her heart in the pit of her stomach
Waving good bye
To those boys
That night she falls to her knees!
Pleading!! Blaming God!!
But knowing deep down it is'nt his fault
Weeks pass and she gets three letters
All from different places and platoons
Reading of the adventures they are having
She writes back
News of the war worsens
She worries
Monthes and Monthes
She hears nothing
Then...
On a morning she will never forget
She is awakened by four loud knocks
Opening the door, stands three men
Two western union men
One preacher
She fells to the old wooden porch
A steady stream of soft tears
Streaking down her face
Three letters
But not the ones she was expecting
K.I.A
K.I.A
K.I.A
As time transends, maturing into years
There on the porch
She sits and waits
Knowing they arent comming home
But that she will soon
Be comming home to them
1945 Hale Boys
A quick poem i had to come up with for school...
They were having a slam poetry thing
News of the war breaks loose like wildfire
A mother rest on her old wooden porch
Watching as her three sons scuffle in the yard
Reading letters given to her that autumn afternoon
A drafting
Her fingers tremble at the word
"Just some lousy papers" she thinks
Calling those boys in sometime later
They sit and eat supper
Not knowing
It's their last as a family together
They notice that something is wrong
That same look in her eyes
She looks at those boys of hers
Jack, Richard, and William
Too young, not even twenty
Tears well in her eyes
As she is reminded of her husband
Who was lost at this same war
Not wanting the same for her babies
She has no choice
Taking the papers from her apron
She gently places them among the table
As dusk settles to dawn
The deuces arive to take them away
With little rest
They are all in their finest
Mother straightens ther collars
And places sweet kisses on each boys cheek
For the last time
Her heart in the pit of her stomach
Waving good bye
To those boys
That night she falls to her knees!
Pleading!! Blaming God!!
But knowing deep down it is'nt his fault
Weeks pass and she gets three letters
All from different places and platoons
Reading of the adventures they are having
She writes back
News of the war worsens
She worries
Monthes and Monthes
She hears nothing
Then...
On a morning she will never forget
She is awakened by four loud knocks
Opening the door, stands three men
Two western union men
One preacher
She fells to the old wooden porch
A steady stream of soft tears
Streaking down her face
Three letters
But not the ones she was expecting
K.I.A
K.I.A
K.I.A
As time transends, maturing into years
There on the porch
She sits and waits
Knowing they arent comming home
But that she will soon
Be comming home to them
Oh God! Did they all have to die!? Wow doll, very nice. A fine piece of prose poetry. Was totally in to the story and your lovely description of emotional state and atmosphere.
You have it laid out perfectly darlin. Can read every beat with intent and rhythm. Monthes? Months, too nice of a piece to have any distractions like sp no effect on outcome as far as the comp but id fix it. Im a horrible speller.
Could you please title it for me. I would just for its looks put as much of the info at the bottom, nice title on top.
Brava and thanks doll!!
You have it laid out perfectly darlin. Can read every beat with intent and rhythm. Monthes? Months, too nice of a piece to have any distractions like sp no effect on outcome as far as the comp but id fix it. Im a horrible speller.
Could you please title it for me. I would just for its looks put as much of the info at the bottom, nice title on top.
Brava and thanks doll!!
Diary of an SS Officer (historical fiction)
(WARNING: contains graphic material, strong language and racial comment, I the author of this Historical Fiction would like to say I have a tremendous amount of respect for the events that took place during the Holocaust and do not support the Nazi movement.)
January 30,1933
My first diary entry of my career. I am a scientist hired as an assistant for Josef Mengele. “ Ein Mann, den ich hörte, von großer Intelligenz.”( A man I heard of great intelligence.) My job intel is to observe the genetic studies of twins and experiment to make the aryan race superior. I have left my home in Berlin, Germany from a sub-camp and being transferred to a larger concentration camp known as “Auschwitz”. I should be arriving in Poland anytime now.
I show up to the house of where I’m being driven by a young man,his name I’ve forgotten due to the awful stench of what i knew to be was the burning corpse of the Jewish race mixed with the rest of the inferior races. As soon as I arrived at the gates of the infamous “ Auschwitz” all I could hear are the screams of the SS officers giving demands to the filthy Jews, echoing their painful yells and suffering of their upcoming doom. I was asked to show certification of my purpose of being in the camp and was then escorted to my own dorm. I ignored the stares and the faces of disgust given to me from the prisoners of the camp, but i must say they are only the earthworms of the soil i stand on, their only purpose is “restaurants und scheiße und sterben.” (to eat and shit and die.) They do not have any effect over me. Emotionally and Physically.
I unpacked my belonging making the room into my illusion of what i call home. i then heard a knock at the door from a close comrade of mine, “Sie werden erwartet, im Labor bei 6 Uhr scharf, Wunsch von Dr. Mengele zu sein.” (You are expected to be in the laboratory at 6 o'clock sharp, request of Dr. Mengele.) “ Danke”, I replied. “Can’t wait for what unfolds tomorrow.” I whispered to myself.
January 31, 1933
Today’s the day I entered the laboratory of “Auschwitz” for the first time, as i walking in other scientist were gathering their data and preparing for Dr. Mengele. My back was turned against the entrance of the door, when suddenly the scientist solution and I turned curiously to see who entered the room and it was Josef Mengele himself, I then too saluted to him. Josef stood in front of us introducing himself and his successes in his career, followed by what the mission was for the next couple of weeks. He gave us sheets of the anatomical positions of children. I accepted the forms and called upon the first twins. Two girls of the age 11 and 12 walked in half naked. A sight i myself must say… vulgar.
Mengele ordered them to sit up on the table and to stay still. He then turned and told be to give him the candy. I handed him the lollipops that he had pointed to and he gave one, to each of the twin girls. Dr. Mengele spoke “Wie schmecken sie?” ( How do they taste?) The girls looked at each other and in fear they didn't know either to respond with full honesty or to make up a lie of being pleased to have received expired cand. The youngest girl replies “ They taste as sweet as it can…” Josef pulled out a handgun and shot the 11 years, executively. The remaining sister started weeping historically. Two scientist grabbed to girl to settle her down. I was told to take notes and to write down any observations after they cut the girl's head open to analyze if any similarities were shown from the girl that got shot. I pretended to take notes, but instead i was writing what you are reading now. “Ich schwöre, diese Zeitschrift wird dich der Tod von mir sein.” ( I swear this journal is gonna be the death of me.)
After 4 hours of testing we took a break and went into the office of Dr, Mengele. I avoided any conversation when i walking into his office. josef went up to me and extended his arm for a handshake. “Willkommen in Auschwitz, ich schon stellte mich wie ich mich erinnere, aber ich bin in der Umgebung gehen und grüßen alle Wissenschaftler, die in diesem Raum sind, um zu wissen, was ihre Persönlichkeit und Moral zu bekommen. So Sir, was ist Ihre Perspektive all dieser abscheulichen Juden?”( Welcome to Auschwitz, I already introduced myself as i recall, but I’m going around and greeting all the scientist that are in this room to get knowledge of what their personalities and morals are. So Sir what's your perspective of all of these vile Jews?) I chucked and replied “ They are nothing more than dogs. Actually I take that back they are the roaches that infest this world and we are the exterminators that get rid of pest.” Mengele laughed, “ Very true indeed. How about you join into my special ops crew? If you're interested here's the information needed to get in.” I took his invitation and excused myself and left to my dorm. I undressed and go into bed and i feel asleep.
February 2, 1933
I woke up later than usually and i looked at the invitation and I choose to attend and when I attended no one was there. All I saw was a time machine and some kind of list of all my coworkers and I slowly walked to the machine and I nervously stepped in and what i saw was life changing.
(WARNING: contains graphic material, strong language and racial comment, I the author of this Historical Fiction would like to say I have a tremendous amount of respect for the events that took place during the Holocaust and do not support the Nazi movement.)
January 30,1933
My first diary entry of my career. I am a scientist hired as an assistant for Josef Mengele. “ Ein Mann, den ich hörte, von großer Intelligenz.”( A man I heard of great intelligence.) My job intel is to observe the genetic studies of twins and experiment to make the aryan race superior. I have left my home in Berlin, Germany from a sub-camp and being transferred to a larger concentration camp known as “Auschwitz”. I should be arriving in Poland anytime now.
I show up to the house of where I’m being driven by a young man,his name I’ve forgotten due to the awful stench of what i knew to be was the burning corpse of the Jewish race mixed with the rest of the inferior races. As soon as I arrived at the gates of the infamous “ Auschwitz” all I could hear are the screams of the SS officers giving demands to the filthy Jews, echoing their painful yells and suffering of their upcoming doom. I was asked to show certification of my purpose of being in the camp and was then escorted to my own dorm. I ignored the stares and the faces of disgust given to me from the prisoners of the camp, but i must say they are only the earthworms of the soil i stand on, their only purpose is “restaurants und scheiße und sterben.” (to eat and shit and die.) They do not have any effect over me. Emotionally and Physically.
I unpacked my belonging making the room into my illusion of what i call home. i then heard a knock at the door from a close comrade of mine, “Sie werden erwartet, im Labor bei 6 Uhr scharf, Wunsch von Dr. Mengele zu sein.” (You are expected to be in the laboratory at 6 o'clock sharp, request of Dr. Mengele.) “ Danke”, I replied. “Can’t wait for what unfolds tomorrow.” I whispered to myself.
January 31, 1933
Today’s the day I entered the laboratory of “Auschwitz” for the first time, as i walking in other scientist were gathering their data and preparing for Dr. Mengele. My back was turned against the entrance of the door, when suddenly the scientist solution and I turned curiously to see who entered the room and it was Josef Mengele himself, I then too saluted to him. Josef stood in front of us introducing himself and his successes in his career, followed by what the mission was for the next couple of weeks. He gave us sheets of the anatomical positions of children. I accepted the forms and called upon the first twins. Two girls of the age 11 and 12 walked in half naked. A sight i myself must say… vulgar.
Mengele ordered them to sit up on the table and to stay still. He then turned and told be to give him the candy. I handed him the lollipops that he had pointed to and he gave one, to each of the twin girls. Dr. Mengele spoke “Wie schmecken sie?” ( How do they taste?) The girls looked at each other and in fear they didn't know either to respond with full honesty or to make up a lie of being pleased to have received expired cand. The youngest girl replies “ They taste as sweet as it can…” Josef pulled out a handgun and shot the 11 years, executively. The remaining sister started weeping historically. Two scientist grabbed to girl to settle her down. I was told to take notes and to write down any observations after they cut the girl's head open to analyze if any similarities were shown from the girl that got shot. I pretended to take notes, but instead i was writing what you are reading now. “Ich schwöre, diese Zeitschrift wird dich der Tod von mir sein.” ( I swear this journal is gonna be the death of me.)
After 4 hours of testing we took a break and went into the office of Dr, Mengele. I avoided any conversation when i walking into his office. josef went up to me and extended his arm for a handshake. “Willkommen in Auschwitz, ich schon stellte mich wie ich mich erinnere, aber ich bin in der Umgebung gehen und grüßen alle Wissenschaftler, die in diesem Raum sind, um zu wissen, was ihre Persönlichkeit und Moral zu bekommen. So Sir, was ist Ihre Perspektive all dieser abscheulichen Juden?”( Welcome to Auschwitz, I already introduced myself as i recall, but I’m going around and greeting all the scientist that are in this room to get knowledge of what their personalities and morals are. So Sir what's your perspective of all of these vile Jews?) I chucked and replied “ They are nothing more than dogs. Actually I take that back they are the roaches that infest this world and we are the exterminators that get rid of pest.” Mengele laughed, “ Very true indeed. How about you join into my special ops crew? If you're interested here's the information needed to get in.” I took his invitation and excused myself and left to my dorm. I undressed and go into bed and i feel asleep.
February 2, 1933
I woke up later than usually and i looked at the invitation and I choose to attend and when I attended no one was there. All I saw was a time machine and some kind of list of all my coworkers and I slowly walked to the machine and I nervously stepped in and what i saw was life changing.
Honey this was powerful and pure unique. Saying i enjoyed it would be wrong, i was enthralled, repulsed but moved and i suspect that was your intent. Loved the German mixed in. And it was very well done, can no longer speak it as i am out of practice, but can read, well done. The ending was cool, and a real theory, the bell, suspected to be a weapon or some think a time machine. Is that what you were referencing ? At any rate great write!!! Thanks for your wonderful entry.
The Ballad of Waterloo
We saw many a stalwart comrade fall
Smashed to bits by a cannon ball
We could but stand like a human wall
As the deadly roundshot flew me boys
As the roundshot mightily flew
I tell you boys we were damn near done
As we stood all day in the hot June sun
Of drinking water there was none
As the deadly roundshot flew
In the evening of that scorching day
We were quickly marched away
From Quatre Bras were many lay
As the deadly roundshot flew
And then the weather sudden changed
As we marched on it rained and rained
We were soaked and sorely pained
As the deadly roundshot flew
All next day we lay in mud
Listening to the scream and thud
And the cracking shells that spilled our blood
As the deadly roundshot flew
And from this hell his thoughts did wrench
He spoke of England and a comely wench
He was forced to leave to fight the French
As the deadly roundshot flew
Then it’s on yer feet and form a square
There’s cavalry charging from over there
Against our bayonets they’d not a prayer
As the deadly roundshot flew
They charged and charged and came again
Met by our musket’s lethal rain
Two thousand men and horses slain
As the deadly roundshot flew
Then rattling drums rent the air
And cries of Vive L'empereur!
Chilled the blood of everyone there
As the deadly roundshot flew
We were the scum of Ireland, Scotland, Wales
And the sweepings of the English jails
Blessed with a nerve that never fails
As the deadly roundshot
Then we faced his Imperial Guard
And drove them backwards yard by yard
With musket bayonet pike and sword
As the deadly roundshot flew
When Bloucher came we won the day
And Napoleon beaten rode away
But a terrible price we’d had to pay
As the deadly roundshot flew
And the very last shot removed his head
Before he falls the man is dead
Now his wench he’ll never wed
Then the shot no longer flew
O’er the field of Waterloo me boys
O’er field of Waterloo
We saw many a stalwart comrade fall
Smashed to bits by a cannon ball
We could but stand like a human wall
As the deadly roundshot flew me boys
As the roundshot mightily flew
I tell you boys we were damn near done
As we stood all day in the hot June sun
Of drinking water there was none
As the deadly roundshot flew
In the evening of that scorching day
We were quickly marched away
From Quatre Bras were many lay
As the deadly roundshot flew
And then the weather sudden changed
As we marched on it rained and rained
We were soaked and sorely pained
As the deadly roundshot flew
All next day we lay in mud
Listening to the scream and thud
And the cracking shells that spilled our blood
As the deadly roundshot flew
And from this hell his thoughts did wrench
He spoke of England and a comely wench
He was forced to leave to fight the French
As the deadly roundshot flew
Then it’s on yer feet and form a square
There’s cavalry charging from over there
Against our bayonets they’d not a prayer
As the deadly roundshot flew
They charged and charged and came again
Met by our musket’s lethal rain
Two thousand men and horses slain
As the deadly roundshot flew
Then rattling drums rent the air
And cries of Vive L'empereur!
Chilled the blood of everyone there
As the deadly roundshot flew
We were the scum of Ireland, Scotland, Wales
And the sweepings of the English jails
Blessed with a nerve that never fails
As the deadly roundshot
Then we faced his Imperial Guard
And drove them backwards yard by yard
With musket bayonet pike and sword
As the deadly roundshot flew
When Bloucher came we won the day
And Napoleon beaten rode away
But a terrible price we’d had to pay
As the deadly roundshot flew
And the very last shot removed his head
Before he falls the man is dead
Now his wench he’ll never wed
Then the shot no longer flew
O’er the field of Waterloo me boys
O’er field of Waterloo
This poem is dedicated to all my friends from West India who got killed by one of the world's deadliest earthquakes.
It was the day of independence
Day of joy, pride and liberation
Young boys and girls came out in uniforms
Girls and boys in their most disciplined form.
March ahead, March forward the school head shouted
Marching across saluting the motherland
But little did they know what lay ahead
Mother earth would repay their gratitude with such harshness
The ground shivered, the children tumbled
All holding the national flag erect
Building fell, crushing many into pieces
Making trenches of blood,
A bloodfull of mud
The flag still stands erect
But the thousands of children are now rejects
They might not be martyrs of a wicked battle
But their sacrifice for their motherland cannot be fathomed
May you rest in peace.
It was the day of independence
Day of joy, pride and liberation
Young boys and girls came out in uniforms
Girls and boys in their most disciplined form.
March ahead, March forward the school head shouted
Marching across saluting the motherland
But little did they know what lay ahead
Mother earth would repay their gratitude with such harshness
The ground shivered, the children tumbled
All holding the national flag erect
Building fell, crushing many into pieces
Making trenches of blood,
A bloodfull of mud
The flag still stands erect
But the thousands of children are now rejects
They might not be martyrs of a wicked battle
But their sacrifice for their motherland cannot be fathomed
May you rest in peace.
Winners and the remaining comments will be up by 6 pm, my US central time zone.
My friend Crowfly and I have a very hard decision to make! Thanks every one of you! A comp that required imagination research and lots of grey matter, you all made grand efforts. Calamity a happy chick!!
My friend Crowfly and I have a very hard decision to make! Thanks every one of you! A comp that required imagination research and lots of grey matter, you all made grand efforts. Calamity a happy chick!!
Sweetheart Aarti!
What a moving tribute, and the tragic earthquake shown through children
Celebrating the land that tumbled them in.
I did not know that it was independence day for India when this happened.
You chose a very personal event, i applaud you doll.
What a moving tribute, and the tragic earthquake shown through children
Celebrating the land that tumbled them in.
I did not know that it was independence day for India when this happened.
You chose a very personal event, i applaud you doll.
This was so very hard to decide, took all kinds of things in to consideration. Crowfly was so very helpful with his intelligence and eye for detail and accuracy, I was very moved by the creativity and artistry.
Any one of the entries could have won, lobo happened to hit my nail on the head!
Congrats! All of you, lobo you are very gifted.
Please stay tuned, fun comps to come!
Any one of the entries could have won, lobo happened to hit my nail on the head!
Congrats! All of you, lobo you are very gifted.
Please stay tuned, fun comps to come!
