Poetry competition CLOSED 12th March 2017 9:27am
WINNER
poetryaccident (Poetry Accident)
poetryaccident (Poetry Accident)
RUNNER-UP:
snugglebuck
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You're Always In My Heart
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about missing your favorite idol whether singer or actor/actress
Ever admired that one singer or actor/actress who stuck with you. You looked up to them, you collected all their stuff, or depending on the person you had a crush on them, if they were alive at the time you tried to see them in concert if they were a singer or if they were an actor you tried to go to their movie premiere whatever the case was you were their fan and you loved everything they did and it hurt when they did pass on whether if they died recently or years ago when you were a child whatever the case is write about your idol and tell me how big of an impact they had on you and how much you admired and loved them.
It could be from Prince, George Michael, Carrie Fisher who were all somewhat recent tragedies in 2016 to not recent tragedies like Elvis Presley, James Dean, Marilyn Monroe etc. whoever made a big impact on you talk about them in a simple write.
Rules:
- Please title the poem with their name
- One entry only
- Explain to me what made that person so great to you
- Also explain to me how you felt when that person died
- Can be as long as you want
- Doesn't matter if it's old or new
- Keep it positive
- Be creative
It could be from Prince, George Michael, Carrie Fisher who were all somewhat recent tragedies in 2016 to not recent tragedies like Elvis Presley, James Dean, Marilyn Monroe etc. whoever made a big impact on you talk about them in a simple write.
Rules:
- Please title the poem with their name
- One entry only
- Explain to me what made that person so great to you
- Also explain to me how you felt when that person died
- Can be as long as you want
- Doesn't matter if it's old or new
- Keep it positive
- Be creative
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S I L V E R
Edie Sedgwick
(1943 - 1971)
Youthquaker. Girl in the Black Tights.
Warhol's underground superstar.
She had left the silver foil walls, and the pull
of Hollywood, and this earthbound plane long
before I knew I loved & wanted to be like her.
Her skin of powdered rice paper, the
scent of rotting orchids, a drug-induced
Noh dancer with slow-writhing limbs akimbo.
Silver-gilded girl of the moment at the
Factory, that turned out Monroe silk screens
and porn to the drone of a refrigerator.
From asylum to the Big Apple, the
apple of her father's eye and his desires,
she'd sleep among gay lovers, pretty boys
with erotic names of exotic birds, knowing
she was safe for a while as they quarreled
among themselves: who would bring her
chocolate shakes, and chauffeur their princess
to her doctor's for injections
( she was too much a lady to do it herself ).
Until her fingertips became match-heads
setting fire to hotel rooms, flailing from
inside a closet while bellboys stole her furs.
Face of a comatose junkie drawing deep on
filter-less cigarettes ( she wasn't afraid ), and yet
what deeds have you, Edith, what deeds?
But wasn't she fabulous! remembering back
when she and Suky spent trips screaming
from a convertible through San Marcos Pass,
their bright scarves fluttering like kite tails.
In that same wind she'd ride her roan
along the spine ridge of Rancho Laguna
without sense of dominion over the land
with its wild fires that went on forever,
where the ashes of her brothers, and their
self-possessed and possessing father of
eight in his brood had been far-flung
and one day so too would hers be, alone
under shade trees in the valley of Santa Inez.
Noh - Japanese classic theatre
Suky - the youngest sister
Rancho Laguna - the 6,000 acre family ranch
San Marcos Pass & Santa Inez Valley, near Santa Barbara, CA
Actress Kyra Sedgwick is Edith's niece.
(preview photo from Wikipedia stock)
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I’m pretty sure I would have incarnated as Freddie Mercurty if fortune had smiled on me more. Instead I was younger than the man, passing the years in middle school. The song “Minstrel” is about the highlights of those years.
Minstrel
I was so young during those years
in formative seventies
moving through childhood’s bloom
as the minstrel played his songs
with long hair, fading hippie
nothing really matters under
white silk in under disco lights
in the year of seventy five
hawaiian shirt and cut leotard
looking for somebody to love
the decade so full embraced
in the celebration of two-hundred
time after time in black and white
bare chest with a mime suit
we are the champions my friends
in the midst of seventy seven
bicycles with a country flair
naked riders around Wimbledon
racing with a musical flair
in the year of seven and eight.
babe still a skinny lad
suspenders without mustache
shirt is optional with black pants
fat bottomed girls in seventy nine
minstrel of the piano keys
shooting star in leather’s embrace
celebrating the end of peace and love
at the end of a decade spent.
I’m pretty sure I would have incarnated as Freddie Mercurty if fortune had smiled on me more. Instead I was younger than the man, passing the years in middle school. The song “Minstrel” is about the highlights of those years.
Minstrel
I was so young during those years
in formative seventies
moving through childhood’s bloom
as the minstrel played his songs
with long hair, fading hippie
nothing really matters under
white silk in under disco lights
in the year of seventy five
hawaiian shirt and cut leotard
looking for somebody to love
the decade so full embraced
in the celebration of two-hundred
time after time in black and white
bare chest with a mime suit
we are the champions my friends
in the midst of seventy seven
bicycles with a country flair
naked riders around Wimbledon
racing with a musical flair
in the year of seven and eight.
babe still a skinny lad
suspenders without mustache
shirt is optional with black pants
fat bottomed girls in seventy nine
minstrel of the piano keys
shooting star in leather’s embrace
celebrating the end of peace and love
at the end of a decade spent.
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COLD BLUE SNOW
Purple rain turns to blue snow in the cold
When the Soda troubadour walked out the door
Please God return our music genius back to us
So we can sing in violet spring showers once more
COLD BLUE SNOW
Purple rain turns to blue snow in the cold
When the Soda troubadour walked out the door
Please God return our music genius back to us
So we can sing in violet spring showers once more
Crazy about you babe
When you make love to me; the world can end and I won't mind
When you are inside me; the fire is so high I can relate to fireworks on my body with high voltage energy
We breath without air, our hearts beating fast sometimes afraid to die due to the speed of it.
Making love to you is more than an orgasmic experience; it is a fusion of feelings and emotions that make me feel alive again.
When you are inside me; the fire is so high I can relate to fireworks on my body with high voltage energy
We breath without air, our hearts beating fast sometimes afraid to die due to the speed of it.
Making love to you is more than an orgasmic experience; it is a fusion of feelings and emotions that make me feel alive again.
Written by FLC8
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The Cooler King
I remember watching his movies when I was little,
But I fully didn’t understand them until I was a teen,
I remember his characters, that sort of epic anti-hero,
Iconic roles that must have really lit the big screen.
When I visited the streets of San Francisco,
I remembered that classic car chase scene,
I wanted to be as cool as Lt. Bullitt,
With nerves of steel in a fast machine.
Nor will I ever forget that heroic ending,
When he jumped off the cliff into the sea,
When the tides carried him off into the distance,
With an unending will and spirit, longing to be free.
And maybe best of all was that Great Escape,
The pursuit, the mountains, the landscape green,
And even though he didn’t make it over the border,
The part he played seemed right out of a dream.
And in the end when they took him back to that prison cell,
With his baseball glove and ball I still hear the theme,
Because no one will ever be as cool as the Cooler King,
Nobody will have style or be as cool as Steve McQueen.
I remember watching his movies when I was little,
But I fully didn’t understand them until I was a teen,
I remember his characters, that sort of epic anti-hero,
Iconic roles that must have really lit the big screen.
When I visited the streets of San Francisco,
I remembered that classic car chase scene,
I wanted to be as cool as Lt. Bullitt,
With nerves of steel in a fast machine.
Nor will I ever forget that heroic ending,
When he jumped off the cliff into the sea,
When the tides carried him off into the distance,
With an unending will and spirit, longing to be free.
And maybe best of all was that Great Escape,
The pursuit, the mountains, the landscape green,
And even though he didn’t make it over the border,
The part he played seemed right out of a dream.
And in the end when they took him back to that prison cell,
With his baseball glove and ball I still hear the theme,
Because no one will ever be as cool as the Cooler King,
Nobody will have style or be as cool as Steve McQueen.
Farewell Bowie
"The one distinguishing feature about early-70s progressive rock was that it didn't progress. Then Bowie subverted the whole notion of what it was to be a rock star". – John Peel
Ashes to Ashes
Under Pressure
Station to Station
Embraced as treasure
Ziggy Stardust
Hero’s and Fame
Let’s Dance a Space Oddity
And join the refrain
Colossal change agent
Five decades proud
Unique in your glam
Wearing no shroud
Always germane
Progressive punk rock
None uninfluenced
Never of stock
A hero, to be sure
Aided fall of The Wall
Anti-racism
Inspiration to all
Perpetual reinvention
Epic artist in your time
Intellect unmatched
Paid tribute with shrines
Innovator of harmony
New genres unleashed
A loss to the world
Among the deceased
Ashes to Ashes
Under Pressure
Station to Station
Embraced as treasure
Ziggy Stardust
Hero’s and Fame
Let’s Dance a Space Oddity
And join the refrain
Colossal change agent
Five decades proud
Unique in your glam
Wearing no shroud
Always germane
Progressive punk rock
None uninfluenced
Never of stock
A hero, to be sure
Aided fall of The Wall
Anti-racism
Inspiration to all
Perpetual reinvention
Epic artist in your time
Intellect unmatched
Paid tribute with shrines
Innovator of harmony
New genres unleashed
A loss to the world
Among the deceased
Written by mel44
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Being a new member I could not post a picture of this amazing, inspirational person. Look for yourselves. He was an awesome man mountain. Sorely missed in the goth community.
“I want to stay away from politics, or else I'll probably end up putting my size fifteen foot into my mouth.”
PETE STEELE TYPE O NEGATIVE
1962-2010 RIP
October rusts under September sun
Hair dyed black number one
Six foot six, porcelain face
Chain suspends a double bass
Bloody kisses on milk white skin
Self-mocking with an ambiguous grin
Cinnamon girls may be just a faze
Ignite it all in a pyretta blaze
Every goth girls erotic delight
My girlfriends, girlfriend every night
Drawn into jade green vampire eyes
A baritone voice that could hypnotise
Selfish hope I will see you soon
Love you to death under a wolf moon
Anaesthesia, I don’t feel anything, last breath
Sanguine addiction, let me love you to death
“I want to stay away from politics, or else I'll probably end up putting my size fifteen foot into my mouth.”
PETE STEELE TYPE O NEGATIVE
1962-2010 RIP
October rusts under September sun
Hair dyed black number one
Six foot six, porcelain face
Chain suspends a double bass
Bloody kisses on milk white skin
Self-mocking with an ambiguous grin
Cinnamon girls may be just a faze
Ignite it all in a pyretta blaze
Every goth girls erotic delight
My girlfriends, girlfriend every night
Drawn into jade green vampire eyes
A baritone voice that could hypnotise
Selfish hope I will see you soon
Love you to death under a wolf moon
Anaesthesia, I don’t feel anything, last breath
Sanguine addiction, let me love you to death
Her Tragedy: in Haiku
Submission meant for 'You're Always In My Heart' competition.
Little girl in love.
Never wanting to sit still;
thought other men gross.
Huddled together.
Trench coats in dark alleyways.
One too many pokes.
Poison in her veins.
A final kiss goodbye is
just a lie she told.
A camera clicks.
Beautiful her pain may be -
it hurts to look close.
Wilhelmina star:
Gia Marie Carangi -
left to die alone.
G I A
1960 - 1986
Written by LostGirl18
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