Poetry competition CLOSED 4th October 2017 7:12am
WINNER
kriticool
kriticool
RUNNER-UP:
wallyroo92
By the Numbers
Poetry Contest Description
A set of five short poems all beginning with a number
One entry only
The first word of each piece must be a number
You may start with any number but the following pieces must all run sequentially. See example below
Each piece must be no more than 10 lines and 50 words
Keep it clean-ish
Example:
3 a.m.
that sweet spot
between the witching hour
and the waking hour
where thoughts
dress themselves obscenely
if at all
smirking at any attempt
to put them to bed
without fucking me
***
Four tires
under inflated
and nearly bald
whine their exhaustion
below me
but they at least
refrain from blowing
long enough
to get me where I need to go
***
Five days
from diagnosis
to death
She alway was
a lucky bitch
***
Six siblings
and not
a single babysitter
***
Seven come eleven
and my toes are tapping the line
as he brushes his high hat
and I breathe a sigh for luck
knowing full well
I'll be no lady tonight
The first word of each piece must be a number
You may start with any number but the following pieces must all run sequentially. See example below
Each piece must be no more than 10 lines and 50 words
Keep it clean-ish
Example:
3 a.m.
that sweet spot
between the witching hour
and the waking hour
where thoughts
dress themselves obscenely
if at all
smirking at any attempt
to put them to bed
without fucking me
***
Four tires
under inflated
and nearly bald
whine their exhaustion
below me
but they at least
refrain from blowing
long enough
to get me where I need to go
***
Five days
from diagnosis
to death
She alway was
a lucky bitch
***
Six siblings
and not
a single babysitter
***
Seven come eleven
and my toes are tapping the line
as he brushes his high hat
and I breathe a sigh for luck
knowing full well
I'll be no lady tonight
Anonymous
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Trixareforkids said:
One entry only
The first word of each piece must be a number
You may start with any number but the following pieces must all run sequentially.
Keep it clean-ish
6 reasons, Knots to check her out
But, eye ignored all of them then continued on this rout
Been there, done that - Lost Count(esses) of The Times Before
This Cat who’s (oh-so) clever should’ve known better and
exactly what’s in store
But Me-OWL went shopping
No stopping - Again I’m on The Prowl
That surge to splurge, she encouraged
Again I’m into foul
Seven Days a week; oh boy what a freak
Day-by-day no getaway the way she’d have me leak
Didn’t understand nor over stand that spell she had me on
So fronted off as good times and suffered living wrong
But yet inside, her type no Bride - Future??!!
None with me
Soon I’m out, but she had clout
to prevent one getting free
8-Ball. 8-Ball
The way she’d cue My Stick
All in for The Win
But she made it seem so quick
Fact - I’m that Cat
Who’d still take The Shot
What could I do, it’s all quite true
This Thot was just that hot
Nine lives I got - Not wishing to give up one
But this Thot making claims that I was hers for fun
Death by The Numbers - That’s what eye concluded
Her games insane based on flames where I’d have to get uprooted
Fun for awhile her cutesy style, it had me for a minute
Now that’s all done, forget the fun
This Cat no longer innit
10 times she’s messaging me; blowing up my phone
Damn Thot was like a bot; the auto-whack had me groan
In the Zone. She couldn’t help it or so My Story goes
This Thot all up onnit like them Special Kind-of-Hoes
Wandering Witches, creeping is their Life
Living scary never marry yet
Mad attempts
@BeingWife
One entry only
The first word of each piece must be a number
You may start with any number but the following pieces must all run sequentially.
Keep it clean-ish
6 reasons, Knots to check her out
But, eye ignored all of them then continued on this rout
Been there, done that - Lost Count(esses) of The Times Before
This Cat who’s (oh-so) clever should’ve known better and
exactly what’s in store
But Me-OWL went shopping
No stopping - Again I’m on The Prowl
That surge to splurge, she encouraged
Again I’m into foul
Seven Days a week; oh boy what a freak
Day-by-day no getaway the way she’d have me leak
Didn’t understand nor over stand that spell she had me on
So fronted off as good times and suffered living wrong
But yet inside, her type no Bride - Future??!!
None with me
Soon I’m out, but she had clout
to prevent one getting free
8-Ball. 8-Ball
The way she’d cue My Stick
All in for The Win
But she made it seem so quick
Fact - I’m that Cat
Who’d still take The Shot
What could I do, it’s all quite true
This Thot was just that hot
Nine lives I got - Not wishing to give up one
But this Thot making claims that I was hers for fun
Death by The Numbers - That’s what eye concluded
Her games insane based on flames where I’d have to get uprooted
Fun for awhile her cutesy style, it had me for a minute
Now that’s all done, forget the fun
This Cat no longer innit
10 times she’s messaging me; blowing up my phone
Damn Thot was like a bot; the auto-whack had me groan
In the Zone. She couldn’t help it or so My Story goes
This Thot all up onnit like them Special Kind-of-Hoes
Wandering Witches, creeping is their Life
Living scary never marry yet
Mad attempts
@BeingWife
Up Late
2 am and I cannot find sleep.
In my mind I am counting sheep.
3 leaf clover and you are in luck.
Stop believing that you are stuck
In purgatory, the place for sinners.
Deep down, we are all winners.
4 am pillow talk between
Us. We are finally clean.
2 am and I cannot find sleep.
In my mind I am counting sheep.
3 leaf clover and you are in luck.
Stop believing that you are stuck
In purgatory, the place for sinners.
Deep down, we are all winners.
4 am pillow talk between
Us. We are finally clean.
FIVE FINGERS
One life is all we'll ever have
We waste some, we spend some
We earn, we err, we smile, we cry
Love, hate, lust, fear, anger and pain -
Them all have free pass in our lifetime
Two hearts beating in unison
Is all it takes to take away the blues
To not be alone, to have someone to hold...
To be able fill that empty hallow
Will be worth every reason
Three wishes, and coins in the fountain
Chances and missed opportunities
Efforts win in luck's disguise
While accident blessed the unsuspecting
As karma patrols the highway of time
Four seasons spins the wheel of fortune
Passing us by until age captured our tails
Retracing our footprints drawn of fairytales
Singing of wisdom that's already out of tune
If only to hide the nightmares of yesterday's boon
Five fingers in a hand, which makes up for ten
Palms wet with sweat, flex it with experience,
Feel your pulse, grow callous for endurance
Open and close, grips that could tighten
To hold on to a life that is worth living
One life is all we'll ever have
We waste some, we spend some
We earn, we err, we smile, we cry
Love, hate, lust, fear, anger and pain -
Them all have free pass in our lifetime
Two hearts beating in unison
Is all it takes to take away the blues
To not be alone, to have someone to hold...
To be able fill that empty hallow
Will be worth every reason
Three wishes, and coins in the fountain
Chances and missed opportunities
Efforts win in luck's disguise
While accident blessed the unsuspecting
As karma patrols the highway of time
Four seasons spins the wheel of fortune
Passing us by until age captured our tails
Retracing our footprints drawn of fairytales
Singing of wisdom that's already out of tune
If only to hide the nightmares of yesterday's boon
Five fingers in a hand, which makes up for ten
Palms wet with sweat, flex it with experience,
Feel your pulse, grow callous for endurance
Open and close, grips that could tighten
To hold on to a life that is worth living
NUMBERS UNACCOUNTED FOR
One boring unpredicable day
Two pals of mine ran into me
Three o'clock or so
Four dollars a pitcher
five pints to go in the picture
Six sixth sense of sick sense
Seven sins to go
Eight plates of wings ate
Nine new unknown vanished lives
Ten lashes from unexpected awaiting wives
Two pals of mine ran into me
Three o'clock or so
Four dollars a pitcher
five pints to go in the picture
Six sixth sense of sick sense
Seven sins to go
Eight plates of wings ate
Nine new unknown vanished lives
Ten lashes from unexpected awaiting wives
Written by archetype23
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Five
One
wonders what’s the point of it all
we’re born
play the game
then it’s god’s waiting room
till we leave this mortal coil
Two
to tango
or so it's thought
but one wants three or four
keeping options open
searching for a soul mate
Three
implies third time lucky
crock of shit spills and
jack and jill tumble
down that fucking hill
Four
drafts in
told it’s nearly ready
everyone has an opinion
it’s mine that counts
go back to the beginning
Five
fingers in each pie
the claps come slow and hard
splattering, messy
life is fucked
then you die
© Kate Adams 18/9/17
One
wonders what’s the point of it all
we’re born
play the game
then it’s god’s waiting room
till we leave this mortal coil
Two
to tango
or so it's thought
but one wants three or four
keeping options open
searching for a soul mate
Three
implies third time lucky
crock of shit spills and
jack and jill tumble
down that fucking hill
Four
drafts in
told it’s nearly ready
everyone has an opinion
it’s mine that counts
go back to the beginning
Five
fingers in each pie
the claps come slow and hard
splattering, messy
life is fucked
then you die
© Kate Adams 18/9/17
1) day at a time
I think I'll take that pace
I be moving too fast
Like my life is a race
But Nobody else is running
So why be on the Chase
If time is of thee essence
Than u know it's not replaced
2) day already gon
Tomorrow is way too long
My Friday is always right
While that Monday is always wrong
Im just trynA move along
To get missed by all the gongs
it Looks like Im going strong
Till my hour is prolonged
By someone who needs my time
To listen at a their sadden song
So I still don't Carry on...
3) ways I can't avoid
Not to be so paranoid
Looking at the clock annoyed
My advice being deployed
They go from blank to overjoyed
While my schedule is destroyed
Wit no payment and no thank u
Im just trynA be employed
4) the services I give
I have a life I need to live
Hurry up help relatives
Solve the problem pop the quiz
Is this all there really is
Minus hours for my bizz
Prioritize to get my rise
I don't think it takes a wiz
5) fingers on my wrist
Moving fast my brain is swift
Gotta give my boost a lift
can't sit down and be adrift
One day at a time I started this Rhyme
I change my mind i need be swift
QUICKENED.
Terrikim Hooks 9/18/17
I think I'll take that pace
I be moving too fast
Like my life is a race
But Nobody else is running
So why be on the Chase
If time is of thee essence
Than u know it's not replaced
2) day already gon
Tomorrow is way too long
My Friday is always right
While that Monday is always wrong
Im just trynA move along
To get missed by all the gongs
it Looks like Im going strong
Till my hour is prolonged
By someone who needs my time
To listen at a their sadden song
So I still don't Carry on...
3) ways I can't avoid
Not to be so paranoid
Looking at the clock annoyed
My advice being deployed
They go from blank to overjoyed
While my schedule is destroyed
Wit no payment and no thank u
Im just trynA be employed
4) the services I give
I have a life I need to live
Hurry up help relatives
Solve the problem pop the quiz
Is this all there really is
Minus hours for my bizz
Prioritize to get my rise
I don't think it takes a wiz
5) fingers on my wrist
Moving fast my brain is swift
Gotta give my boost a lift
can't sit down and be adrift
One day at a time I started this Rhyme
I change my mind i need be swift
QUICKENED.
Terrikim Hooks 9/18/17
The Last Stretch for Home
Three thirty five in the morning
And my eyes open wide
With a frustrating sigh
I can’t go back to sleep
But no matter how hard I try
Hundreds of thoughts run through me.
Four fifty-five and I think I blinked
I don’t know whether to be glad
Or mad…
Time slipped away from me
But I still feel tired
And it’s still dark outside
Five fifteen and I’m out the door
The sun won’t rise for another two hours
But in the cool morning run
I can feel the cold brisk air
Filling my lungs, filling me with hope
Two miles in I get the first leg cramp
My muscles are still cold but
My will and my lungs say otherwise
The steady beat in my ears
Makes me push through the pain
As the sweat pours down my face
Six mile mark and I’m halfway there
Now it doesn’t seem as bad
As I make the last stretch for home
The sun begins to rise over the mountains
And it makes for quite the view.
Three thirty five in the morning
And my eyes open wide
With a frustrating sigh
I can’t go back to sleep
But no matter how hard I try
Hundreds of thoughts run through me.
Four fifty-five and I think I blinked
I don’t know whether to be glad
Or mad…
Time slipped away from me
But I still feel tired
And it’s still dark outside
Five fifteen and I’m out the door
The sun won’t rise for another two hours
But in the cool morning run
I can feel the cold brisk air
Filling my lungs, filling me with hope
Two miles in I get the first leg cramp
My muscles are still cold but
My will and my lungs say otherwise
The steady beat in my ears
Makes me push through the pain
As the sweat pours down my face
Six mile mark and I’m halfway there
Now it doesn’t seem as bad
As I make the last stretch for home
The sun begins to rise over the mountains
And it makes for quite the view.
Anonymous
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La Reina de Los Ángeles
(translates as "the queen of the angels")
(also as "the queen of Los Angeles")
One hundred miles burned in a dead-south run
Sun blares on my left shoulder’s 1-0-1
Through flaming hills to L.A. valley’s love.
2-0-5’s gates open to 5’s long snake
The Door’s show rooms in "roadhouse woman" blue
As Buses' gun and blurt caress her flows.
Three exits out from highest crested pass
Descends where pyramid finds angels lake,
Where hell-fires’ heat perfumes in ash and her.
4-0-5’s vein that gains her valley’s wash,
A sea in rolls and waves below her cropped,
Her tan and shaven hills that spring to fire.
5’s highway push through ghosts of citrus groves;
I let that river flow in throb and rush,
For Angels’ Queen has taken me again.
(also as "the queen of Los Angeles")
One hundred miles burned in a dead-south run
Sun blares on my left shoulder’s 1-0-1
Through flaming hills to L.A. valley’s love.
2-0-5’s gates open to 5’s long snake
The Door’s show rooms in "roadhouse woman" blue
As Buses' gun and blurt caress her flows.
Three exits out from highest crested pass
Descends where pyramid finds angels lake,
Where hell-fires’ heat perfumes in ash and her.
4-0-5’s vein that gains her valley’s wash,
A sea in rolls and waves below her cropped,
Her tan and shaven hills that spring to fire.
5’s highway push through ghosts of citrus groves;
I let that river flow in throb and rush,
For Angels’ Queen has taken me again.
Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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Thanks for playing everyone.
Congrats Kriticool the flow of yours kept me coming back to it.
Cloven, very nicely done, I look forward to seeing more from you
Wally, yours made me smile, hubby runs before dawn every morning youth not as far as your narrator
Congrats Kriticool the flow of yours kept me coming back to it.
Cloven, very nicely done, I look forward to seeing more from you
Wally, yours made me smile, hubby runs before dawn every morning youth not as far as your narrator
