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Poetry competition CLOSED 6th March 2016 11:25pm
WINNER
rowantree
rowantree
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Hepcat61
A Terrible Resolve
Poetry Contest Description
Write about a situation that went from positive to worst-case scenario, followed by its outcome from a desperate decision.
What can go horribly wrong when it comes to life? What would happen when nothing but chaos prevails, and ration has fled?
Follow the guidelines, check the example ink below, and take me there. Message me if you have a question. TWO WEEKS: Good Luck!💟
1⃣ Two Entry Limit
2⃣ Poetry Only
3⃣ Any Poetic Style
4⃣ Fact or Fiction
5⃣ No Collaborations
6⃣ Title It
7⃣ New Work (not just on DUP)
EXAMPLE (one of mine):
HUMAN ERROR
Did he look where no one else had before,
So busy for signs to even the score.
There seems no end, the path that distracts,
As trees point branches down at the deep tracks.
Night birds call out to catch his attention;
Let it be known he settles a score
When he bothers to give it a mention.
What does he seek, will he ever find out?--
While on he trods, mute as stone, ne'er a shout.
Night swallows' shadows, moon turns its back.
For ironic drama, there’s never a lack.
Crickets grow still while wind beseeches,
Grass groans from his weight, the hour is late
An owl glides stealthily low and screeches.
In a hut, a hearth warms a cast-iron pot,
A young woman smiles and preens, for she knows
That there's a man that she likes a whole lot.
What keeps him so long?, she tries not to dwell;
The night is so dear, unimportant to tell.
The shutters are open, embracing the chill,
For the one she sees coming
Might bring her the answer as soon as he will.
His stride lengthens long, white fingers grip tight,
In his fight or flight, he clutches a knife
To have his revenge on this starry night.
©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
-------------------------------
Follow the guidelines, check the example ink below, and take me there. Message me if you have a question. TWO WEEKS: Good Luck!💟
1⃣ Two Entry Limit
2⃣ Poetry Only
3⃣ Any Poetic Style
4⃣ Fact or Fiction
5⃣ No Collaborations
6⃣ Title It
7⃣ New Work (not just on DUP)
EXAMPLE (one of mine):
HUMAN ERROR
Did he look where no one else had before,
So busy for signs to even the score.
There seems no end, the path that distracts,
As trees point branches down at the deep tracks.
Night birds call out to catch his attention;
Let it be known he settles a score
When he bothers to give it a mention.
What does he seek, will he ever find out?--
While on he trods, mute as stone, ne'er a shout.
Night swallows' shadows, moon turns its back.
For ironic drama, there’s never a lack.
Crickets grow still while wind beseeches,
Grass groans from his weight, the hour is late
An owl glides stealthily low and screeches.
In a hut, a hearth warms a cast-iron pot,
A young woman smiles and preens, for she knows
That there's a man that she likes a whole lot.
What keeps him so long?, she tries not to dwell;
The night is so dear, unimportant to tell.
The shutters are open, embracing the chill,
For the one she sees coming
Might bring her the answer as soon as he will.
His stride lengthens long, white fingers grip tight,
In his fight or flight, he clutches a knife
To have his revenge on this starry night.
©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
-------------------------------
California
Love never plagued him;
he called himself free:
he called himself so
until he heard her speak.
Really, love was a monster
with hands in her hair;
it had claws in her scalp
that injected greed there.
She said "California"
in syllable-sand;
had him over her shoulder,
her next fourth-floor man.
His home, had it been one,
he left all alone;
he farewelled the shambles
and memory-stones
with hands holding nothing
but dreams, knuckles stricken,
a lighter, a smoke,
and a lottery ticket.
His train left the station
at ten twenty-nine;
"Meet me in the city,"
her lovely lips pined;
her words filled the terrible
space in his mind,
so the demons hid well
or the poor man was blind.
The night came and went,
all she said it would be:
here, our friend dozes warm
while the wild woman sings -
little tones that could give
Phobetor pleasant dreams;
so he sank into sleep
by the hotel TV.
A few wicked numbers
flashed into her eyes
from the screen made a herald;
she shed her disguise.
Her hand killed the volume
and silently snatched
up the numbers he held
with a sleep-lazy grasp.
Not even a shiver;
not even a gasp
touched the breast of the girl;
just a soft, wicked laugh
broke the sheet of the night
and the silence therein
that, his eyes to the morning,
now blanketed him.
The bed by him empty,
his fortune miles gone;
the man found the silence
so numbing and wrong,
but the void by the balcony
sang a sweet song,
and he heard: California
kills even the strong.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/230320-california/
Love never plagued him;
he called himself free:
he called himself so
until he heard her speak.
Really, love was a monster
with hands in her hair;
it had claws in her scalp
that injected greed there.
She said "California"
in syllable-sand;
had him over her shoulder,
her next fourth-floor man.
His home, had it been one,
he left all alone;
he farewelled the shambles
and memory-stones
with hands holding nothing
but dreams, knuckles stricken,
a lighter, a smoke,
and a lottery ticket.
His train left the station
at ten twenty-nine;
"Meet me in the city,"
her lovely lips pined;
her words filled the terrible
space in his mind,
so the demons hid well
or the poor man was blind.
The night came and went,
all she said it would be:
here, our friend dozes warm
while the wild woman sings -
little tones that could give
Phobetor pleasant dreams;
so he sank into sleep
by the hotel TV.
A few wicked numbers
flashed into her eyes
from the screen made a herald;
she shed her disguise.
Her hand killed the volume
and silently snatched
up the numbers he held
with a sleep-lazy grasp.
Not even a shiver;
not even a gasp
touched the breast of the girl;
just a soft, wicked laugh
broke the sheet of the night
and the silence therein
that, his eyes to the morning,
now blanketed him.
The bed by him empty,
his fortune miles gone;
the man found the silence
so numbing and wrong,
but the void by the balcony
sang a sweet song,
and he heard: California
kills even the strong.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/230320-california/
Anonymous
If this is too long, you do not have to consider it for this comp., I like telling stories, I guess.
My shining moment
The opportunity was there for me, to shine
My moment had come; surely, honor would be mine
With mother on her deathbed
with everyone preparing to say their goodbyes, there would be more than tears that would be shed
I, the oldest, prepared to do my best work; I knew that taking care of my step-siblings wouldn't be fun
I comforted the youngest, and I assured the anxious one
I went above and beyond updating the two who had moved away; it was a job that I'd been preparing for since years before
I thought that I knew the outcome, but I did not know what really was in store
At first, it was easy, taking turns caring for the matriarch
Until she became impaired; the hospice drugs gave her quite a bark
I took her curse words to heart; I always did
I was the only one from a bad first marriage; after all, I was the black sheep kid
I remembered some years before, mother had entrusted me
to make her last will and testament, you see
And to that end, I did it, leaving it safely filed in an attorney's lockbox
So I did not worry, I did not mention it for fear of tipping the already fragile rock
As my far away step-siblings visited; they seemed a little cold
They assured me that I could take time off, from caretaking, they had taken time off from work, so I temporarily left the fold
Little did I know of their scheming, little did I know of their plan
It seemed that they had all, suddenly, decided, to do more than what was required; so I ran
First, it was a family meeting
I declined; she had a will; I was the executrix, it all seemed fleeting
Without me there, I was never told of any game changers
I did not know that they manipulated her, aware of her unsound mind and aware of the dangers
Somewhere along the line, the anxious one declared her task
She would take charge of the insurance money, the cremation, and split the rest fast
That was assuring, I decided, one chore I wouldn't have to do
But when I found out the youngest got the family home; I realized I had allowed them to bite off more than I could comfortably chew
When I returned from my sabbatical
I arrived to something quite radical
Not only was I unprepared to lose my only parent
especially the one that was the glue; all of this now seemed so apparent
I soothed the youngest again, as she struggled to maintain her own household
and I assured the oldest two who lived far away; I made loving statements so bold
Do not worry, dear mother, I whispered into her ear
as she was in a coma; I told her I would watch out for them, and said it loud enough for all to hear
Crying, weeping, it was like they all lost their mind
I embraced them, again assuring them, everything would be fine
I took their calls, in the middle of the night
I cared so deeply for my younger step-siblings; I did what I thought was right
Taking turns, they worked around their jobs and their families
to be there, for her last breath; for which I waited and watched for, as if to appease
I wanted to receive the gift of watching the holy ghost
transport her soul, as it did my grandmother's soul years before; it is what I wanted most
Being the oldest, I stood tall
little did I realize, it was myself that would fall
I became unable to stay around her like that, despite announcing that I would until the end; I bailed
I went home, got in bed, cried, withdrew, and starved myself, as I railed
For six weeks, I ignored each call
I was unable to help; I left it to them all
I broke down and vegetated the entire time
until I got the call that she had gone; it was sublime
For four more weeks, I did not get out of bed
only for basic survival needs; my entire self went dead
My mother had died, and I had not stepped up
It was a desperate decision, but at the time, all that I can say is that I decided that I had enough
And then I got another call
to report for clean up duty; they started cleaning out her house like a stall
I was unable to go, no surprise, reporting simply: "I'll take whatever is left of her things"
and I assured mother's only brother that I would forward whatever their generosity brings
I arrived a week later, with a man and a truck
to gather what was left, and yes, it all sucked
As I walked up the deck toward the door, I saw trash bags
and the youngest came out and said that she threw out what she said were rags
I asked where the stuff that was left was
and I was told to have at it; some went to a nursing home; and they had to clean out, just because
I was the one who chose to not be there, and because I left it all to them
I, the oldest, had failed once again
With her belongings mixed with trash
the first few bags that I checked were all smashed
I left with nothing, in tears
I left with the worst of fears
When I gained enough strength to make a call
I was told that the youngest was the new boss of them all
She was the new executrix and got the cash and the house
The anxious one, I was told, took the insurance money all for her and her spouse
I never saw a penny, and I watched the family house get sold
I waited and waited for something until I became old
Each of them called once, and all of them decided to go
out of my life, one at a time, it was quite a blow
What could have been my shining moment
Turned out to be my worst torment
For it not only left me without a mother
it left me without my sisters and my brother
Now I am alone; I suffer in silence from dusk to dawn
as I remember the family I had; the family that is now gone
My shining moment
The opportunity was there for me, to shine
My moment had come; surely, honor would be mine
With mother on her deathbed
with everyone preparing to say their goodbyes, there would be more than tears that would be shed
I, the oldest, prepared to do my best work; I knew that taking care of my step-siblings wouldn't be fun
I comforted the youngest, and I assured the anxious one
I went above and beyond updating the two who had moved away; it was a job that I'd been preparing for since years before
I thought that I knew the outcome, but I did not know what really was in store
At first, it was easy, taking turns caring for the matriarch
Until she became impaired; the hospice drugs gave her quite a bark
I took her curse words to heart; I always did
I was the only one from a bad first marriage; after all, I was the black sheep kid
I remembered some years before, mother had entrusted me
to make her last will and testament, you see
And to that end, I did it, leaving it safely filed in an attorney's lockbox
So I did not worry, I did not mention it for fear of tipping the already fragile rock
As my far away step-siblings visited; they seemed a little cold
They assured me that I could take time off, from caretaking, they had taken time off from work, so I temporarily left the fold
Little did I know of their scheming, little did I know of their plan
It seemed that they had all, suddenly, decided, to do more than what was required; so I ran
First, it was a family meeting
I declined; she had a will; I was the executrix, it all seemed fleeting
Without me there, I was never told of any game changers
I did not know that they manipulated her, aware of her unsound mind and aware of the dangers
Somewhere along the line, the anxious one declared her task
She would take charge of the insurance money, the cremation, and split the rest fast
That was assuring, I decided, one chore I wouldn't have to do
But when I found out the youngest got the family home; I realized I had allowed them to bite off more than I could comfortably chew
When I returned from my sabbatical
I arrived to something quite radical
Not only was I unprepared to lose my only parent
especially the one that was the glue; all of this now seemed so apparent
I soothed the youngest again, as she struggled to maintain her own household
and I assured the oldest two who lived far away; I made loving statements so bold
Do not worry, dear mother, I whispered into her ear
as she was in a coma; I told her I would watch out for them, and said it loud enough for all to hear
Crying, weeping, it was like they all lost their mind
I embraced them, again assuring them, everything would be fine
I took their calls, in the middle of the night
I cared so deeply for my younger step-siblings; I did what I thought was right
Taking turns, they worked around their jobs and their families
to be there, for her last breath; for which I waited and watched for, as if to appease
I wanted to receive the gift of watching the holy ghost
transport her soul, as it did my grandmother's soul years before; it is what I wanted most
Being the oldest, I stood tall
little did I realize, it was myself that would fall
I became unable to stay around her like that, despite announcing that I would until the end; I bailed
I went home, got in bed, cried, withdrew, and starved myself, as I railed
For six weeks, I ignored each call
I was unable to help; I left it to them all
I broke down and vegetated the entire time
until I got the call that she had gone; it was sublime
For four more weeks, I did not get out of bed
only for basic survival needs; my entire self went dead
My mother had died, and I had not stepped up
It was a desperate decision, but at the time, all that I can say is that I decided that I had enough
And then I got another call
to report for clean up duty; they started cleaning out her house like a stall
I was unable to go, no surprise, reporting simply: "I'll take whatever is left of her things"
and I assured mother's only brother that I would forward whatever their generosity brings
I arrived a week later, with a man and a truck
to gather what was left, and yes, it all sucked
As I walked up the deck toward the door, I saw trash bags
and the youngest came out and said that she threw out what she said were rags
I asked where the stuff that was left was
and I was told to have at it; some went to a nursing home; and they had to clean out, just because
I was the one who chose to not be there, and because I left it all to them
I, the oldest, had failed once again
With her belongings mixed with trash
the first few bags that I checked were all smashed
I left with nothing, in tears
I left with the worst of fears
When I gained enough strength to make a call
I was told that the youngest was the new boss of them all
She was the new executrix and got the cash and the house
The anxious one, I was told, took the insurance money all for her and her spouse
I never saw a penny, and I watched the family house get sold
I waited and waited for something until I became old
Each of them called once, and all of them decided to go
out of my life, one at a time, it was quite a blow
What could have been my shining moment
Turned out to be my worst torment
For it not only left me without a mother
it left me without my sisters and my brother
Now I am alone; I suffer in silence from dusk to dawn
as I remember the family I had; the family that is now gone
Primogenito said:If this is too long, you do not have to consider it for this comp., I like telling stories, I guess.
My shining moment
The opportunity was there for me, to shine
My moment had come; surely, honor would be mine
With mother on her deathbed
with everyone preparing to say their goodbyes,
.......
You are fine, and so is your entry, dear. Thank you, MsPrimo, for sharing this in the competition. -- Jade💟
My shining moment
The opportunity was there for me, to shine
My moment had come; surely, honor would be mine
With mother on her deathbed
with everyone preparing to say their goodbyes,
.......
You are fine, and so is your entry, dear. Thank you, MsPrimo, for sharing this in the competition. -- Jade💟
HOMICIDAL ANTIDOTE
Young and Innocent but yet so Brave and Bold
with wild abandonment, she was too hot
headed to be told
A broken beauty naive to the violence
that would unfold
Her unique qualities so powerful -
she broke the mold
his unrelenting vicious stare - Icy cold
So penetrating and evil her soul
it did tare
she endured the blows, incessant maliciousness
without a care, she did not cry
she did not dare
no-one knows why she stayed there
maybe, it was her lesson to learn?
her cross to bare..
never shown love she grew up
in a violent nightmare
she'd grown accustomed to the endless pain
it shadowed her like a dark evil stain
until she believed in her own disdain
mistreated, beaten, abused, again and again
regarded with contempt she was full of
self-hatred and pity, it flooded her veins
lost all hope, she'd handed him the reigns
he held her down both hands around her throat
the scars still fresh
a scene from murder she wrote?
NO, it was
the perfect homicidal antidote..
(written for poetry comp. "A terrible Resolve")
Written by TinaLouise
Young and Innocent but yet so Brave and Bold
with wild abandonment, she was too hot
headed to be told
A broken beauty naive to the violence
that would unfold
Her unique qualities so powerful -
she broke the mold
his unrelenting vicious stare - Icy cold
So penetrating and evil her soul
it did tare
she endured the blows, incessant maliciousness
without a care, she did not cry
she did not dare
no-one knows why she stayed there
maybe, it was her lesson to learn?
her cross to bare..
never shown love she grew up
in a violent nightmare
she'd grown accustomed to the endless pain
it shadowed her like a dark evil stain
until she believed in her own disdain
mistreated, beaten, abused, again and again
regarded with contempt she was full of
self-hatred and pity, it flooded her veins
lost all hope, she'd handed him the reigns
he held her down both hands around her throat
the scars still fresh
a scene from murder she wrote?
NO, it was
the perfect homicidal antidote..
(written for poetry comp. "A terrible Resolve")
Written by TinaLouise
TinaLouise said:HOMICIDAL ANTIDOTE
Young and Innocent but yet so Brave and Bold
with wild abandonment, she was too hot
headed to be told
A broken beauty naive to the violence
that would unfold
Her unique qualities so powerful -
she broke the mold
....
Dear TinaLouise, thank you for sharing your poem in the competition. Moved. -- Jade💟
Young and Innocent but yet so Brave and Bold
with wild abandonment, she was too hot
headed to be told
A broken beauty naive to the violence
that would unfold
Her unique qualities so powerful -
she broke the mold
....
Dear TinaLouise, thank you for sharing your poem in the competition. Moved. -- Jade💟
Anonymous
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Shutting Down
never knowing the moment when
terrible decisions to make appear
to do or not to do, suffer or not
to make a decision, to die or to live
and the life not her own
mama why does the moon not fall
and be placed on earth for us to climb
to touch its bright sparkly glow...
questions she dealt with before
could not be answered now
she wished cold hands could grow warmer
and twitch in love to her respond
but still upon the white blanket
it stayed unmoved by falling tears
nothing stirred but her humbled chest
Mama why can't I fly to the sun
and pick up the gold upon its face
to buy us a pretty house with a pond
for my pets and your ducks
no answering laugh and ruffling her hair
as when she was just a little girl
she has been there too long
she can never wake up ever
she is too tired and worn out
you should let her go now
the doctor's eyes were stern
three months of sleeping so quietly
from the day she fell with a scream
tumbling down the short flight of stairs
eighty-year old mama in a coma...
She cried with hiccuped sobs
goodbye mama please wait for me
under the frangipani tree at the garden
of rest, for I will miss you so much
she shut the life support down
kissing her mother's cheek as
she breathed her last...
she dreamed her mama
was waving goodbye
in the old car with her daddy
they looked so young and happy...
she woke up sunshine in her heart
her terrible resolve
was done with love
surely Mama knew.
never knowing the moment when
terrible decisions to make appear
to do or not to do, suffer or not
to make a decision, to die or to live
and the life not her own
mama why does the moon not fall
and be placed on earth for us to climb
to touch its bright sparkly glow...
questions she dealt with before
could not be answered now
she wished cold hands could grow warmer
and twitch in love to her respond
but still upon the white blanket
it stayed unmoved by falling tears
nothing stirred but her humbled chest
Mama why can't I fly to the sun
and pick up the gold upon its face
to buy us a pretty house with a pond
for my pets and your ducks
no answering laugh and ruffling her hair
as when she was just a little girl
she has been there too long
she can never wake up ever
she is too tired and worn out
you should let her go now
the doctor's eyes were stern
three months of sleeping so quietly
from the day she fell with a scream
tumbling down the short flight of stairs
eighty-year old mama in a coma...
She cried with hiccuped sobs
goodbye mama please wait for me
under the frangipani tree at the garden
of rest, for I will miss you so much
she shut the life support down
kissing her mother's cheek as
she breathed her last...
she dreamed her mama
was waving goodbye
in the old car with her daddy
they looked so young and happy...
she woke up sunshine in her heart
her terrible resolve
was done with love
surely Mama knew.
