Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd May 2016 3:25am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
LobodeSanPedro
and _shadoe_
I Like Big Books!
Kidnapped
it's not unusual
but can happen at odd times
the latest occured
while walking from the shop
taken by my own thoughts
bundled into a boot
and driven hundreds of miles
to you
to a fantastical place
where all things
find themselves
drenched with colour
flowers, fruits, critters
but you
put all the beauties
to shame
it's you
who makes this
a treasure island
Kidnapped - Robert Louis Stevenson
Treasure island - Robert L Stevenson
it's not unusual
but can happen at odd times
the latest occured
while walking from the shop
taken by my own thoughts
bundled into a boot
and driven hundreds of miles
to you
to a fantastical place
where all things
find themselves
drenched with colour
flowers, fruits, critters
but you
put all the beauties
to shame
it's you
who makes this
a treasure island
Kidnapped - Robert Louis Stevenson
Treasure island - Robert L Stevenson
zur genealogie der moral ~
faded notes
in his familiar hand
deface the curling edges
of childhood photos ~
... what your baby
could have been
& is now
are two sides of
a coin being shook
in the bell jar ...
//
zur genealogie der moral ~ nietzsche
{&}
the bell jar ~ plath
faded notes
in his familiar hand
deface the curling edges
of childhood photos ~
... what your baby
could have been
& is now
are two sides of
a coin being shook
in the bell jar ...
//
zur genealogie der moral ~ nietzsche
{&}
the bell jar ~ plath
Native Son ..
... rises on a new day O'er old sands.
Reflecting
I loved the black asphalt school yard courts on 135th and Lenox best
big bold three foot letters on the wall declared
HARLEM PLAYS THE BEST BALL IN THE COUNTRY.
I drove by the courts the other day
remembering I never cared about scoring
it was always about owning the dude I was guarding.
it was always a bonus if his girl was there
then I'd embarrass him by knocking his shot onto the next court
everybody would collapse in laughter
then I'd wink at his girl
because I wanted to fuck her
the same way I owned him
with the same sweet stench dripping from my long limbs.
now that was street
ball
in.
today my knees and ankles are aching from a lifetime of good and bad shots, rebounds, and put backs
and the sign is gone from above the courts
replaced by blue eyed soccer moms and lumberjack bearded daddy jeans.
It's Columbus Day
again
sure as hell ain't thanksgiving because I don't see any natives at the table.
I keep driving
my ball in my trunk
an Invisible Man
Native Son (1940) by Richard Wright is the unflinching story of Bigger Thomas whose's life in poverty stricken Chicago tells the story of systematic injustice in America.
Invisible Man (1952) by Ralph Ellison tells the story of a man who by virtue of his color is invisible to "others". Nearly seven decades later this book is still a searing indictment on social inequality and racism.
... rises on a new day O'er old sands.
Reflecting
I loved the black asphalt school yard courts on 135th and Lenox best
big bold three foot letters on the wall declared
HARLEM PLAYS THE BEST BALL IN THE COUNTRY.
I drove by the courts the other day
remembering I never cared about scoring
it was always about owning the dude I was guarding.
it was always a bonus if his girl was there
then I'd embarrass him by knocking his shot onto the next court
everybody would collapse in laughter
then I'd wink at his girl
because I wanted to fuck her
the same way I owned him
with the same sweet stench dripping from my long limbs.
now that was street
ball
in.
today my knees and ankles are aching from a lifetime of good and bad shots, rebounds, and put backs
and the sign is gone from above the courts
replaced by blue eyed soccer moms and lumberjack bearded daddy jeans.
It's Columbus Day
again
sure as hell ain't thanksgiving because I don't see any natives at the table.
I keep driving
my ball in my trunk
an Invisible Man
Native Son (1940) by Richard Wright is the unflinching story of Bigger Thomas whose's life in poverty stricken Chicago tells the story of systematic injustice in America.
Invisible Man (1952) by Ralph Ellison tells the story of a man who by virtue of his color is invisible to "others". Nearly seven decades later this book is still a searing indictment on social inequality and racism.
Beautiful You
Humming and buzzing is all the men heard
witnessing nothing but smiles
all the faces of every last woman
shining brightly and a skip in their step
Yet the women only heard the shouting
and the spatter of blood and retched screams
when they saw that all the men
had joined an infamous Fight Club
Beautiful You by Chuck Palahniuk
Fight Club also by Chuck Palahniuk
( I hope I had the right idea...if not let me know <3 )
Humming and buzzing is all the men heard
witnessing nothing but smiles
all the faces of every last woman
shining brightly and a skip in their step
Yet the women only heard the shouting
and the spatter of blood and retched screams
when they saw that all the men
had joined an infamous Fight Club
Beautiful You by Chuck Palahniuk
Fight Club also by Chuck Palahniuk
( I hope I had the right idea...if not let me know <3 )
Welcome to the fray Lady.
I was doing a 30/30 I kept staring at my bookshelf looking for inspiration and thus the Bookend form was born, lol. I thought other book geeks might enjoy it and am happy to see that some are.
