Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd January 2018 11:32pm
WINNER
AtoMikbomb
AtoMikbomb
RUNNER-UP:
MadameLavender
A Tarnished Masterpiece
Anonymous
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A Recipe for Harmony
I'd suggest best way
To achieve harmony
Is just follow the advice
From the man from Galilee
"Do onto others
As you would have them
Do unto you"
So tell your Uncle
"No cake for gays!
No cake for you!
For that my dear Uncle
Is the Golden Rule"
I'd suggest best way
To achieve harmony
Is just follow the advice
From the man from Galilee
"Do onto others
As you would have them
Do unto you"
So tell your Uncle
"No cake for gays!
No cake for you!
For that my dear Uncle
Is the Golden Rule"
The Shop Of Blank Cakes
The art is gone from
mine hand, bled out like
perversions flooding existence, and
crimson tides from veins
sliced
open
by Zodiacs, Sams, and
the likes of every Jack and
Dahmer, ever lived.
I am not allowed to believe
anything,
lest someone take offense.
The art is gone.
The color is gone.
The cakes are gray and plain.
I poured all colors together
to make them dull, for
if chocolate or vanilla, they
would be racist delicacies.
Would I need words
of defense, dripping
from my tongue, if
I declined my signature on
Black Dahlia muffins, or
burning-cross, hooded cookies?
Ah, yet the courts
want my soul for
a Biblical perspective of personal
choice and reason.
The art is gone;
humanity is butt-hurt
from semantics, shit
on a fist, crying
a-foul over sugar and flour.
All the cakes are gray and blank, now—
decorate your own world
on them.
The art is gone from
mine hand, bled out like
perversions flooding existence, and
crimson tides from veins
sliced
open
by Zodiacs, Sams, and
the likes of every Jack and
Dahmer, ever lived.
I am not allowed to believe
anything,
lest someone take offense.
The art is gone.
The color is gone.
The cakes are gray and plain.
I poured all colors together
to make them dull, for
if chocolate or vanilla, they
would be racist delicacies.
Would I need words
of defense, dripping
from my tongue, if
I declined my signature on
Black Dahlia muffins, or
burning-cross, hooded cookies?
Ah, yet the courts
want my soul for
a Biblical perspective of personal
choice and reason.
The art is gone;
humanity is butt-hurt
from semantics, shit
on a fist, crying
a-foul over sugar and flour.
All the cakes are gray and blank, now—
decorate your own world
on them.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Sorry Cloven if I offended you, but I did watch the Facebook video about your uncle. And just as your uncle has his beliefs, so I have mine. And I believe in tolerating gays as Jesus commanded in Mathew 19:12, where he makes it very clear that even though we might not understand why some men are not attracted to women, we must show tolerance and love towards them. That's my Christian belief.
Again, I apologize, but there is no middle ground between right and wrong. Sorry!
Again, I apologize, but there is no middle ground between right and wrong. Sorry!
Anonymous
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The Rain of relieved and pain
Looking out the window of my bedroom seeing how beautiful it is to be raining on the day when I'm thinking about you, my tears are like rain dropping hard on a house, God you is the only one i can't live without, i need you like you need us to come together, BABY i can be your steve and you can be my laura, being there for you through thick and THIN like steve was, I'm there for you like thunder and rain come to me i can make a way, i want you to meet me half way, God please relieves me with the rain this is not a game, i need you WITH me when its rain and storm i don't want to be alone let's come together and we can hold each other in this wonderful weather. THESE cold days and these chilling nights i want you to be there but baby just hold ME tight, walking through the woods, trying to see whats good came home scratches on my back, but I'm still living i am a strong man to take all the pain some people though i was just going insane i want her to be my main, lord wash the pain away from people breaking my heart, that is why i stay to myself and i like being in the dark.
Written by deepthreat1490
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Deception
“Thou shall not kill”
But a few books later
They killed on God’s command,
Cleansing the earth of the wicked,
When taking claim of the Promised Land.
I have read the stories so many times,
And each seemed to have a different lesson,
Even the same passages had diverse interpretations,
It just all depended on who delivered the message.
And it’s here where there is a divergence,
The deviation of the good word toward mankind,
That anything outside the good book is evil,
Or at least it’s completely out of line.
But what it really comes down to,
Is one own personal faith and convictions,
Regardless of what the world may say,
It’s up to our own views and opinions.
Of the many times I lost my faith,
I found it with a new meaning and perception,
I believe in God’s love toward mankind,
But it seems religion is full of deception.
“Thou shall not kill”
But a few books later
They killed on God’s command,
Cleansing the earth of the wicked,
When taking claim of the Promised Land.
I have read the stories so many times,
And each seemed to have a different lesson,
Even the same passages had diverse interpretations,
It just all depended on who delivered the message.
And it’s here where there is a divergence,
The deviation of the good word toward mankind,
That anything outside the good book is evil,
Or at least it’s completely out of line.
But what it really comes down to,
Is one own personal faith and convictions,
Regardless of what the world may say,
It’s up to our own views and opinions.
Of the many times I lost my faith,
I found it with a new meaning and perception,
I believe in God’s love toward mankind,
But it seems religion is full of deception.
Shamanic Substance
Some sages
burn their fragrant,
savory namesake
to leaven air
in wafts of
heaven
Steeping wraiths
into stupors
& binding their bodiless
brawn
So down,
down
those gurus
droop to sleep...
Strewing used leaves
along premeditated treadings;
sacraments in footpaths
supposing they've shirked
any phantasmic followings
~
Ovoos
stately slant
in ascendant stances
with tips like lances
prodding Mongol yonder blues
a heron hue
imbues sanctioned invocations;
Thrice to rotate
'round the stony foundation
custom gyrations - coded oblations
Milk & honey
blessed & left for Tengri
A dusted alter
entrusted & encrusted
with silken donations
~
Wicks shiver in heat
lean necks sheathed
in cylinders
strung in wax;
Candles of plum
actively passing away
Purple light paves
lanes
to tame astral planes
Flame in the room
juts westward
snapping Haitian songs
astray
Tinging marimbulas
sing
dinging past the doorway
ringed in revenans
overhanging
drapery in reveries
with fangs
Rising faint
& up the rope
to seance in Antilles
airways
Conveyance with
cadaver saints
~
Were I born
through alter-womb
bred & fed
on the strings
of another breeze;
Strange pneumas
indeed,
winds like these...
could've cradled me
Written by AtoMikbomb
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I'm not sure that this is what you're hoping for, or if it's directly in keeping with the theme here. I see myself drawn to other forms of spiritualism were I not a Christian. I have been called an "empath" by some, and am very spiritual, and "soulful", even by evangelical standards. I've not done anything along these lines, but I surely relate to the shamanic archetype, who are usually people with a similar disposition, the same substance in a sense.
I hope I'm not over-explaining, I dug deep and this came out.
I hope I'm not over-explaining, I dug deep and this came out.
Anonymous
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Supremacy
My people have made society what it is today.
Everyone else has just joined us along the way.
Name one of you that was ever great in the same way.
How many of you would be here if you weren't slaves?
Washington, Jackson, Jefferson
You appropriate the success of Hamilton!
You kill your own in the streets, hike my taxes.
Then eat welfare feasts and against me sharpen your axes.
Yet, yell and accuse me of violent debauchery.
I didn't make you a slave but maybe you deserve to be?
Nigger where would you be without we?
Alexander the Great, Queen Elizabeth,
"What nigger is great!?" I ask while you bitch.
I have Aristotle, Plato, Nietzsche,
Jews, Egyptians, Romans, Greeks.
My bloodline is all Caucasian: a winning streak.
Why would I want to soil it with backwards beast:
People with inferior technology and armouries since we'd meet;
People who had poor education and no written history.
Excuse me, if I don't want to share a country with dummies
That were only raised by their mummies
Because their fathers' seem to be inherently crummy.
Excuse me if I think less of Black dudes after watching the news
and seeing which of yous you admire and choose:
Rappers, gangsters, dealers and trap queens.
Most of you are wanna-be-somethings with class like monkeys
My family tree is clean and pure.
No, this is not a delusion of grandeur.
We have more success in one branch than your family has had in forever.
My people have been the trigger for advancement and achievement.
Your people are just niggers that we've dragged to this piedmont.
Number one in crime, leeching and least in reading
We would do better as a country without your being.
Same goes to all the other colors including the chink-men!
Without all the drag we'd be better off than Sweden.
If my daughter brings a worthless nigger then the end.
I need to keep my family pure so we can keep leading
the rest of you objectively inferior heathens.
Everyone else has just joined us along the way.
Name one of you that was ever great in the same way.
How many of you would be here if you weren't slaves?
Washington, Jackson, Jefferson
You appropriate the success of Hamilton!
You kill your own in the streets, hike my taxes.
Then eat welfare feasts and against me sharpen your axes.
Yet, yell and accuse me of violent debauchery.
I didn't make you a slave but maybe you deserve to be?
Nigger where would you be without we?
Alexander the Great, Queen Elizabeth,
"What nigger is great!?" I ask while you bitch.
I have Aristotle, Plato, Nietzsche,
Jews, Egyptians, Romans, Greeks.
My bloodline is all Caucasian: a winning streak.
Why would I want to soil it with backwards beast:
People with inferior technology and armouries since we'd meet;
People who had poor education and no written history.
Excuse me, if I don't want to share a country with dummies
That were only raised by their mummies
Because their fathers' seem to be inherently crummy.
Excuse me if I think less of Black dudes after watching the news
and seeing which of yous you admire and choose:
Rappers, gangsters, dealers and trap queens.
Most of you are wanna-be-somethings with class like monkeys
My family tree is clean and pure.
No, this is not a delusion of grandeur.
We have more success in one branch than your family has had in forever.
My people have been the trigger for advancement and achievement.
Your people are just niggers that we've dragged to this piedmont.
Number one in crime, leeching and least in reading
We would do better as a country without your being.
Same goes to all the other colors including the chink-men!
Without all the drag we'd be better off than Sweden.
If my daughter brings a worthless nigger then the end.
I need to keep my family pure so we can keep leading
the rest of you objectively inferior heathens.
Written by Dr_MANCHILD
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It`s All on You
dont sympathize
with my condition
prevent collision
correct my vision
prod me from
reclined position
Your mission
make me reach decisions
pry me
from the television
Ween me from
each backlit screen
throttle
if I lift a bottle
soak
if I light a smoke
grab my ankle
pull baby pull
til my skull
hits hard wood
that should make me
more alert
kick me
get me off my butt
hold my hand
as I stand up
show me to water
show me no Quarter
Unitil I`m back
in working order
be a nag
should I lag
have no Heart
'less I do my part
show no Love
til I Man Up
It`s All on You
Written by drivelicious13
(alon aLion)
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