Poetry competition CLOSED 4th April 2018 7:54pm
WINNER
MobiusNovae
MobiusNovae
RUNNER-UP:
VinnieP
Me, Myself and I
Talisman
I am a good man
with a good heart
I gotta slow start
But I will push hard
Because I wanna go far
Hope is what fuels my car
Me no more dream of stars
Because I learn from my scars
That life ain't always a rock guitar
So sometimes you gotta trust the artist more than the art
And if life's a bull's eye I know just the dart
That is why I wanna master these mind wars
Dreams can never be understood by pie charts
Movies taught me there can be life even on Mars
And this ain't funny at all
This what makes a nobody like me feel like Czar..Power
Hitting the rock bottom that is common its just a Part
Whats uncommonly brave is when you fight your way out of that dark spot
Because even the most beautiful firework also needs an igniting spark
And offcourse, life has got plenty of chocolates in its Jar
No matter if I find one, some or many bitter
I just need to keep looking for my sweet bar
After all I am already an Interstellar
with a good heart
I gotta slow start
But I will push hard
Because I wanna go far
Hope is what fuels my car
Me no more dream of stars
Because I learn from my scars
That life ain't always a rock guitar
So sometimes you gotta trust the artist more than the art
And if life's a bull's eye I know just the dart
That is why I wanna master these mind wars
Dreams can never be understood by pie charts
Movies taught me there can be life even on Mars
And this ain't funny at all
This what makes a nobody like me feel like Czar..Power
Hitting the rock bottom that is common its just a Part
Whats uncommonly brave is when you fight your way out of that dark spot
Because even the most beautiful firework also needs an igniting spark
And offcourse, life has got plenty of chocolates in its Jar
No matter if I find one, some or many bitter
I just need to keep looking for my sweet bar
After all I am already an Interstellar
Written by SaWal
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HEP-ATITUS
(a sonnet)
A plague of fetid blood so I’ve become
Who vomits only bile and drywall dust
In horrid little squares whose added sum
Is so much sewer pipe and iron rust
A blood that has no purpose left to serve
But poison heart that nothing should remain
A black oil crust that’s shredding every nerve
Like shards of ground glass coursing through my brain
I wish that I could open veins and smear
Cute rounded flowers everywhere I see
But even then would square on square appear
My blood coagulates in squares of scree
To vomit bloody squares is all I can
Which takes me back to where my shit began.
A plague of fetid blood so I’ve become
Who vomits only bile and drywall dust
In horrid little squares whose added sum
Is so much sewer pipe and iron rust
A blood that has no purpose left to serve
But poison heart that nothing should remain
A black oil crust that’s shredding every nerve
Like shards of ground glass coursing through my brain
I wish that I could open veins and smear
Cute rounded flowers everywhere I see
But even then would square on square appear
My blood coagulates in squares of scree
To vomit bloody squares is all I can
Which takes me back to where my shit began.
Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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Wallyroo92 (re)Collections
My name is only a slight derivative of the dub,
After the double u, there isn’t really much to alter,
From the days of my youth, an old term of endearment,
Meant to remind me when I wavered and faltered
My lament sometimes sounds like a little rue,
The tragic nostalgic (re)collections of the past,
Untold stories in a sea of secrets kept to myself,
Like unfathomable phantoms I will never cast.
The number is a year that marked a milestone,
Ready to pursue the dream as a young man,
It was when I began to write with a true passion,
But life sometimes doesn’t really go as planned.
And so every time I look at my “nick” name,
I remember the game I played at eighteen,
Because life gave me a great punch in the face,
The school of hard knocks can be cruel and mean.
And so every time I see at my screen name,
I scream damn! Where did the time go?
Reminding me - I have to make the best of it,
As the days go by faster, they will never slow.
As I grow old and think of my moniker,
The (re)collections show up in my shadow.
My name is only a slight derivative of the dub,
After the double u, there isn’t really much to alter,
From the days of my youth, an old term of endearment,
Meant to remind me when I wavered and faltered
My lament sometimes sounds like a little rue,
The tragic nostalgic (re)collections of the past,
Untold stories in a sea of secrets kept to myself,
Like unfathomable phantoms I will never cast.
The number is a year that marked a milestone,
Ready to pursue the dream as a young man,
It was when I began to write with a true passion,
But life sometimes doesn’t really go as planned.
And so every time I look at my “nick” name,
I remember the game I played at eighteen,
Because life gave me a great punch in the face,
The school of hard knocks can be cruel and mean.
And so every time I see at my screen name,
I scream damn! Where did the time go?
Reminding me - I have to make the best of it,
As the days go by faster, they will never slow.
As I grow old and think of my moniker,
The (re)collections show up in my shadow.
How I Became An Online Poet
The first time in a chatroom paled
To what would later be regaled
A life of cyber stories told
The lovers in my poems bold
That started in a chatroom greet
With each becoming passion's meet
And soon in several days attend
Where I was drawn my nights to spend
Inside a white room with four walls
No doors, no chairs, the echoed halls
The words I saw scroll up a screen
Became the voices that would mean
That this, a new reality
Was now how I would gauge for me
A world I'd feel emotions raw
To vindicate the things I saw
And act upon the trust I gave
Not realizing such a knave
Knew where I came from innocent
Has little changed in their intent
Though rooms of chat for me are done
I still rely on everyone
The lovers, friends, both old & new
Who most are also writers too
I can't believe the other way
Was better from back in the day
Because years since I post on site
Where poetry's the place to write
For my addiction's tempered with
The love I have for each wordsmith
Copyright © Jade Pandora 2017-18. All Rights Reserved.
To what would later be regaled
A life of cyber stories told
The lovers in my poems bold
That started in a chatroom greet
With each becoming passion's meet
And soon in several days attend
Where I was drawn my nights to spend
Inside a white room with four walls
No doors, no chairs, the echoed halls
The words I saw scroll up a screen
Became the voices that would mean
That this, a new reality
Was now how I would gauge for me
A world I'd feel emotions raw
To vindicate the things I saw
And act upon the trust I gave
Not realizing such a knave
Knew where I came from innocent
Has little changed in their intent
Though rooms of chat for me are done
I still rely on everyone
The lovers, friends, both old & new
Who most are also writers too
I can't believe the other way
Was better from back in the day
Because years since I post on site
Where poetry's the place to write
For my addiction's tempered with
The love I have for each wordsmith
Copyright © Jade Pandora 2017-18. All Rights Reserved.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Crazee Mudda Fucka
Plastic smiles are always the worst
They're just the slightest bit off at first
They make your creep senses start to tingle and make a sensation
She said, I give off a creepy sort of vibe
I said, that's an odd way to start a conversation
I just ate popcorn and watched girls play volleyball
Then got made fun of for being such a creep
But I told them I was only sitting here all by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
Mention your red Ferrari, that'll get the panties dropping faster
One can be a creep and still get to enjoy the role of being master
I told a girl at her 18th birthday party, that I wanted to eat that cake off her ass
Then I had to tell the entire party, that I had to hurry back to class
To practice going hands solo coming and going while flashing my special hall pass
I asked if ya wanna take a ride home with me in my squeaky cruising van?
Truly a mystery why anyone would call me a little bit creepy, damn
But I told them I was not here all by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
I tried to start an orgy once or twice, on a bus full of giggling cheerleaders
While on the way back from our schools annual college basketball 'bout
Tried but failed at having sex with everyone on that bus, only as a game
Even did a strip tease for everyone and I even tried to make out
They didn't wanna make out but they liked my strip tease of fame
But I told them I was not here by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
Now I feel like a junior high football jock
Waiting for the nod, so I can stop doing it into a sock
Why get a girlfriend when I can just masturbate with porn?
Fuck, dude. Just call a hooker up already and get that out the way
We all make fools of ourselves sometimes, ok for me everyday
But I told them I was never there by myself
That's why I'm so much more creepier than any other so, so, crazee mudda fucka.
They're just the slightest bit off at first
They make your creep senses start to tingle and make a sensation
She said, I give off a creepy sort of vibe
I said, that's an odd way to start a conversation
I just ate popcorn and watched girls play volleyball
Then got made fun of for being such a creep
But I told them I was only sitting here all by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
Mention your red Ferrari, that'll get the panties dropping faster
One can be a creep and still get to enjoy the role of being master
I told a girl at her 18th birthday party, that I wanted to eat that cake off her ass
Then I had to tell the entire party, that I had to hurry back to class
To practice going hands solo coming and going while flashing my special hall pass
I asked if ya wanna take a ride home with me in my squeaky cruising van?
Truly a mystery why anyone would call me a little bit creepy, damn
But I told them I was not here all by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
I tried to start an orgy once or twice, on a bus full of giggling cheerleaders
While on the way back from our schools annual college basketball 'bout
Tried but failed at having sex with everyone on that bus, only as a game
Even did a strip tease for everyone and I even tried to make out
They didn't wanna make out but they liked my strip tease of fame
But I told them I was not here by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
Now I feel like a junior high football jock
Waiting for the nod, so I can stop doing it into a sock
Why get a girlfriend when I can just masturbate with porn?
Fuck, dude. Just call a hooker up already and get that out the way
We all make fools of ourselves sometimes, ok for me everyday
But I told them I was never there by myself
That's why I'm so much more creepier than any other so, so, crazee mudda fucka.
Written by Fetchitnow
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Me ... Really hmmmm
So who am I?
Who can I be?
As I step back
What shall I see?
I'm happy-go-lucky
And stand with no fears
Yet my pillow is soaked
With such lonely tears
I'm far too intelligent
For my own good
Questioning everything
Probably more than I should
Full of duality
The left and the right
Pains and pleasures
With each their delight
Believing in God
With all that I am
He the Creator
and I but man
Always a dreamer
With my head in the clouds
While everyone else
Wears their earthly shrouds
Somewhat aloof
And a little distant
A true perfectionist
On this I’m insistent
Life is so boring
Most of the time
I relieve my boredom
With wit and rhyme
An artist at heart
Who loves to create
Both objects of love
And objects of hate
A curious man
Dissecting the world
Studying its truths
With mysteries unfurled
A heart filled with Sorrows
Such loneliness and pain
Yearning only for lover
To whisper my name
Longing for love
And yet trusting no one
Can hurt run so deep
As to ever be undone?
Never too serious
Unchanged yet not the same
Always willing to roll the dice
For this life is but a game
So very methodical
In a helter-skelter way
Preferring overcast and gloom
To a bright and sunny
Somewhat absent-minded
To Life's more mundane things
Said the Mad professor
While he tinkers as he sings
Yes, I'm my own person
And I sing my own song
Some days it's short and sweet
Some days it's sad and long
Not wanting to follow the crowd
But rather walk a different road
Never being afraid to reap
All the seeds that I've sowed
Now if you tell me that I have to
I'll will assure you that I don't
And if you say that I’d better
You can ensure that I won't
For I am who I am
And I'll never conform
I'd rather be the exception
Than to just be the norm
Who can I be?
As I step back
What shall I see?
I'm happy-go-lucky
And stand with no fears
Yet my pillow is soaked
With such lonely tears
I'm far too intelligent
For my own good
Questioning everything
Probably more than I should
Full of duality
The left and the right
Pains and pleasures
With each their delight
Believing in God
With all that I am
He the Creator
and I but man
Always a dreamer
With my head in the clouds
While everyone else
Wears their earthly shrouds
Somewhat aloof
And a little distant
A true perfectionist
On this I’m insistent
Life is so boring
Most of the time
I relieve my boredom
With wit and rhyme
An artist at heart
Who loves to create
Both objects of love
And objects of hate
A curious man
Dissecting the world
Studying its truths
With mysteries unfurled
A heart filled with Sorrows
Such loneliness and pain
Yearning only for lover
To whisper my name
Longing for love
And yet trusting no one
Can hurt run so deep
As to ever be undone?
Never too serious
Unchanged yet not the same
Always willing to roll the dice
For this life is but a game
So very methodical
In a helter-skelter way
Preferring overcast and gloom
To a bright and sunny
Somewhat absent-minded
To Life's more mundane things
Said the Mad professor
While he tinkers as he sings
Yes, I'm my own person
And I sing my own song
Some days it's short and sweet
Some days it's sad and long
Not wanting to follow the crowd
But rather walk a different road
Never being afraid to reap
All the seeds that I've sowed
Now if you tell me that I have to
I'll will assure you that I don't
And if you say that I’d better
You can ensure that I won't
For I am who I am
And I'll never conform
I'd rather be the exception
Than to just be the norm
Written by MobiusNovae
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A night with good ole Calamity Gin
I swear by my hunger....
No my thirst
For the worst for me
And so forth of me....
When the bottom of my pout drips
With the heavenly....
Hellish hint of juniper
And sweet Jennifer
Slides slowly
Down lip along with my vowels
So slurry my vernacular
That the ordinary hillbilly....
Could not begin to comprehend
And uncustomarily would not lend a helpin hand
To lift my Lilly white
Off the dusty bar room floor
Where only moments before .. .
I had batted bleary bedroom eyes
At the bass player in the band
But with the last of high hat sputter
So did I....
So did I...
What drunken words I had uttered....
Of sex music and love
But I was high....
And fell so low
That Saphire night
With a calamitous bang
That ripped embarrassing hole
Right fucking through my Levi's
I swear by my hunger....
No my thirst
For the worst for me
And so forth of me....
When the bottom of my pout drips
With the heavenly....
Hellish hint of juniper
And sweet Jennifer
Slides slowly
Down lip along with my vowels
So slurry my vernacular
That the ordinary hillbilly....
Could not begin to comprehend
And uncustomarily would not lend a helpin hand
To lift my Lilly white
Off the dusty bar room floor
Where only moments before .. .
I had batted bleary bedroom eyes
At the bass player in the band
But with the last of high hat sputter
So did I....
So did I...
What drunken words I had uttered....
Of sex music and love
But I was high....
And fell so low
That Saphire night
With a calamitous bang
That ripped embarrassing hole
Right fucking through my Levi's
selfie
My analysts confide in me dont take yourself to seriously
do sink deep into the couch and I will tease your troubles out
discover all your phobias and things that make you twitch
the maze that lies in childhood ties
the bulling you suffered your parents bad divorce
your troubles here and now was that the causative force
this anxiety that haunts you from the womb now lying prone
your ghosts psychotic episodes the meaning of your dreams
the jigsaw of neurosis I think that this is me
do sink deep into the couch and I will tease your troubles out
discover all your phobias and things that make you twitch
the maze that lies in childhood ties
the bulling you suffered your parents bad divorce
your troubles here and now was that the causative force
this anxiety that haunts you from the womb now lying prone
your ghosts psychotic episodes the meaning of your dreams
the jigsaw of neurosis I think that this is me
Written by slipalong
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Thoughts
Thoughts
I have been having thoughts of suicide
Better than waiting around until I've died
Fruitless hopes and empty dreams
Life dried up like desert streams
Endless nights of lonely patter
Living a life that no longer does matter
Surrounded by dark bitter cold
Words of love that go untold
Darker and darker nights pass by
Ever cloudy days under darkening skies
What is left I can no longer see
Thoughts of suicide for me
I have been having thoughts of suicide
Better than waiting around until I've died
Fruitless hopes and empty dreams
Life dried up like desert streams
Endless nights of lonely patter
Living a life that no longer does matter
Surrounded by dark bitter cold
Words of love that go untold
Darker and darker nights pass by
Ever cloudy days under darkening skies
What is left I can no longer see
Thoughts of suicide for me
Written by Rogerh
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Backbone
In the deafening stillness of twilight peril mocked her ever frazzled thoughts
Head hung low a lustrous mop of curls concealed a rising storm of defiance
Beneath lifes daily barrage of smite delicate shoulders curved inward as if to protect
Upon exhausted knees she tilted her chin skywards tossing thick curls aside allowing shadowed eyes to emerge
Defiant doggedness gleamed from there unwavering depths
With slow methodical grace she rose to staggering heights belying her petite frame
Tenaciously squaring her shoulders in poised somber dignity her stance spoke volumes of her iron will
Resolution lent power resonating in her cries of an ongoing turbulent war
Not today she bravely vowed in firm defiance while secretly losing her steely backbone of courage
Dammit no no No Not Today
Not now
Not ever
No frickin more
I will not
I can not
I shall not bow in blind submission
No dammit No More
I will not
I can not
I shall not break apart into a pool of vast nothingness
A powerful sense of self drove life's vile taint back into the depths of her dark
Next time she may...No dammit next time will come soon enough
Today
Today
Today victory was to be mine as elation surged within
Head hung low a lustrous mop of curls concealed a rising storm of defiance
Beneath lifes daily barrage of smite delicate shoulders curved inward as if to protect
Upon exhausted knees she tilted her chin skywards tossing thick curls aside allowing shadowed eyes to emerge
Defiant doggedness gleamed from there unwavering depths
With slow methodical grace she rose to staggering heights belying her petite frame
Tenaciously squaring her shoulders in poised somber dignity her stance spoke volumes of her iron will
Resolution lent power resonating in her cries of an ongoing turbulent war
Not today she bravely vowed in firm defiance while secretly losing her steely backbone of courage
Dammit no no No Not Today
Not now
Not ever
No frickin more
I will not
I can not
I shall not bow in blind submission
No dammit No More
I will not
I can not
I shall not break apart into a pool of vast nothingness
A powerful sense of self drove life's vile taint back into the depths of her dark
Next time she may...No dammit next time will come soon enough
Today
Today
Today victory was to be mine as elation surged within
Written by Shadow_Dancer
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'Cause I See You
Sights from within a lonely hotel
Never revealing my peep hole
No maid service, room smells like hell
But never starring in the main role
Beauty I could almost kiss
With your luscious lips for sure
Just what the urge is
I can't explain anymore
'Cause I see you
Yes, I see you
Oh, how, I see you
Staring at people
Some face to face
Just watching how they feel
They dare not flinch, just in case
While some try to avoid me
Thinking they can escape my stare
Just hoping it won't be
They can try to hide anywhere
And I see you
Yes, I see you
Oh, how, I see you
Oh, how, I see you
Never revealing my peep hole
No maid service, room smells like hell
But never starring in the main role
Beauty I could almost kiss
With your luscious lips for sure
Just what the urge is
I can't explain anymore
'Cause I see you
Yes, I see you
Oh, how, I see you
Staring at people
Some face to face
Just watching how they feel
They dare not flinch, just in case
While some try to avoid me
Thinking they can escape my stare
Just hoping it won't be
They can try to hide anywhere
And I see you
Yes, I see you
Oh, how, I see you
Oh, how, I see you
Written by Fetchitnow
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Theorise
Theorise being the only one
It's a really easy thing to do
No-one to hold your hand
So few to bury you,
Once you are dead
Theorise; if life was so bland
Roaming with only the one sun
Theorise being alone
You are the last of mankind
Maybe, It's always been just you
Nobody to pass anything on too
With all the knowledge that you've gained
Theorise; all the ancient relics you found
Are simply unable to show
The discoveries,
Left behind.
It's a really easy thing to do
No-one to hold your hand
So few to bury you,
Once you are dead
Theorise; if life was so bland
Roaming with only the one sun
Theorise being alone
You are the last of mankind
Maybe, It's always been just you
Nobody to pass anything on too
With all the knowledge that you've gained
Theorise; all the ancient relics you found
Are simply unable to show
The discoveries,
Left behind.
Written by Fetchitnow
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