Poetry competition CLOSED 25th January 2019 10:55pm
WINNER
NewBeginnings
NewBeginnings
Through The Alphabet: Letter B
Poetry Contest Description
Use all the words in the list, in a poem
Here’s our next letter in the alphabet comp—B
One entry per person, no collabs , 2 weeks and the winner is decided by vote .
Here’s our list of words—use them all in your poem :
Boston
Blue
Bandana
Bright
Brevity
Bovine
Brush
Boxcar
Banjo
Benevolent
One entry per person, no collabs , 2 weeks and the winner is decided by vote .
Here’s our list of words—use them all in your poem :
Boston
Blue
Bandana
Bright
Brevity
Bovine
Brush
Boxcar
Banjo
Benevolent
Local Color
Boston bleeds -
A sanguine sacrifice:
Bullet-ridden Boys in Blue
And Bandana-clad Bloods
Salaciously spill
Bright blood on pavement
Sweet ambrosia, suffering
Brevity of the abbotoir basin
Bovine brains and bullets
Brush with brass, deadly
Stilled-life portraits
Boxcar bums with banjo-blisters
Beleaguered, brave, and bellicose
Benevolent blades bequeath
Sacred, solemn sleep
Written by Tardegrade
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'B'eing
From Boston to Montana,
wearing a bright blue bandana
in a boxcar of bovine I rode
strumming my benevolent banjo
with brevity, gave a hand-show
during a brush with this noisy cargo
Written by TIG
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MY BROTHER ATTENDED COLLEGE IN BOSTON, MY DAD GREW UP IN BOVINE COUNTRY
A beatnik
Recites blues
In a boxcar
Bound for Indiana
---
A hippie
Spins to music
Wearing a bright
Tie-dyed bandana
---
A yuppie
Buys a dinner ticket
Brush with
Benevolent celebrity
---
A hipster
Plays a banjo
While commenting
On life's sad brevity
Recites blues
In a boxcar
Bound for Indiana
---
A hippie
Spins to music
Wearing a bright
Tie-dyed bandana
---
A yuppie
Buys a dinner ticket
Brush with
Benevolent celebrity
---
A hipster
Plays a banjo
While commenting
On life's sad brevity
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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But
seriously!
Best believe me,
I was full o’ beans,
Boston-born
basically
a generation ago
out of the blue,
to a teeny bikini
& a bandana rama,
known
for its brevity
and bright colors
of sunny golds
and marmalades
‘round the neck
(hit the deck!)
with
midnight moons
rising,
cowboys
riding
buckaroo bovine
who
brush themselves
against
certain death,
take deep breaths,
on horned beasts
with names
like:
“Boxcar Bertha”,
“Banjo Kazoo”,
And the
star
of
the show,
a must-see
with no horns,
if you can believe:
“Benevolent”!
The Liar
With brevity he’d brush his hair and then wear a blue bandana,
He claimed he was from Boston but played the banjo all too well,
So even though he seemed a benevolent fella, he wasn’t too bright,
When we knew he lived in a boxcar with bovine and really smelled.
With brevity he’d brush his hair and then wear a blue bandana,
He claimed he was from Boston but played the banjo all too well,
So even though he seemed a benevolent fella, he wasn’t too bright,
When we knew he lived in a boxcar with bovine and really smelled.
Simple Pleasures
On the border of a little town near Boston, a busker sleeps in an abandoned boxcar,
a bunker from the brutality of the busy streets; the bane of his bitter existence.
With a banjo by his side, a bottle of booze in his hand, and a dirty, blue bandana tightly wrapped around his head, he dreams of better days, when these blissful moments were experienced in far less brevity; Long before a brush stroke of bad luck painted his skies from blue to grey.
Under the bright moonlight, he dreams of times when life was simple.
Of benevolent sunrises over lush, green bovine fields...
The smell of bacon cooking...
And coffee brewing at breakfast time...
A warm embrace...
A familiar face...
A comfortable place...
Of the simple pleasures that make life worth living.
And there in that boxcar, under the light of the moon, he felt happiness again, if only for a moment.
a bunker from the brutality of the busy streets; the bane of his bitter existence.
With a banjo by his side, a bottle of booze in his hand, and a dirty, blue bandana tightly wrapped around his head, he dreams of better days, when these blissful moments were experienced in far less brevity; Long before a brush stroke of bad luck painted his skies from blue to grey.
Under the bright moonlight, he dreams of times when life was simple.
Of benevolent sunrises over lush, green bovine fields...
The smell of bacon cooking...
And coffee brewing at breakfast time...
A warm embrace...
A familiar face...
A comfortable place...
Of the simple pleasures that make life worth living.
And there in that boxcar, under the light of the moon, he felt happiness again, if only for a moment.
Written by NewBeginnings
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Benevolent boxcars
Glow bright
Against a New Orleans moon
I remember you playing your banjo
Singing, “I’ll be there soon”
I took that to mean
You’d move from Boston
My temptress in blue
I took that to mean
I’d be there with you
So as the moon hangs low
Over bovine-lined fields
I walk ten miles
With a vengeance to wield
My bandanna hangs limply
From a chloroform hand
I’m coming my dear,
to be your man
I’ll be the one to brush
that loose hair from your face,
your only concern
in the entire human race.
Glow bright
Against a New Orleans moon
I remember you playing your banjo
Singing, “I’ll be there soon”
I took that to mean
You’d move from Boston
My temptress in blue
I took that to mean
I’d be there with you
So as the moon hangs low
Over bovine-lined fields
I walk ten miles
With a vengeance to wield
My bandanna hangs limply
From a chloroform hand
I’m coming my dear,
to be your man
I’ll be the one to brush
that loose hair from your face,
your only concern
in the entire human race.
