Poetry competition CLOSED 20th March 2019 11:57pm
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
snugglebuck
and Jade-Pandora
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Antonio Santi Giuseppe Meucci
The Wizard
A wizard?
A warlock?
He toiled on coils
An inventor of an appliance like mad science unseen,
Frightening lightning, (have you seen this scene?)
Genius dreaming up ideas like other great minds of the time,
Hanging out with Twain and arguing Einstein,
Harnessing energy for all of mankind,
And yet for decades his name was thrown into obscurity.
He was going to give the world free electricity,
But the powers that be
Just wouldn’t have it,
Marconi got it,
And Edison, just out of habit,
Stole from him,
Just like the government did,
In a whim,
And yet his demise was so grim.
But the truth always come to (arc) light,
It’s here and we know it,
Nikola was the real arcane brain
Power conductive
He showed it
Now we find it productive.
The Wizard Tesla deserves the respect,
Ahead of the time in retrospect,
His name will no longer remain a mystery,
Because history will be re-written
And that is his victory.
Have you seen that scene?
That’s just badassery.
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Hop Frog
Hop Frog
Hop Frog
Treated like a dog
By aristocratic hogs
Harassed mercilessly
Tormented for his deformity
So he tied eight buffoons with a chain
And dressed them up as orangutans
When the King tried to guess their names
Hop Frog set the lot aflame
In an incandescent blaze
Hop Frog
Hop Frog
Did you get your sweet revenge,
Hearing them scream in pain
Till their very end?
Well my little jester
As it turns out
You’re quite the monster
Hop Frog
Treated like a dog
By aristocratic hogs
Harassed mercilessly
Tormented for his deformity
So he tied eight buffoons with a chain
And dressed them up as orangutans
When the King tried to guess their names
Hop Frog set the lot aflame
In an incandescent blaze
Hop Frog
Hop Frog
Did you get your sweet revenge,
Hearing them scream in pain
Till their very end?
Well my little jester
As it turns out
You’re quite the monster
Written by snugglebuck
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Bébé Lives!
For her, God is a single look.
She hooks when others never see.
Cruising, babbling brook down the street,
Musing, she wades with tender feet.
Barefoot, ankle straps from shoulder,
Unspoken rule across her hem>>
Only boys, age 10, no older.
Shivering from a thermal breeze
That tries to tease, soliciting.
She feels her thong between the crease.
Yet still she shakes when morning breaks,
Constant reminder of the rut,
Sun’s smile, moon’s guile - purest other.
Incestuous, sister/brother.
Her youth, the only truth she had,
So long ago, just yesterday.
She’s in her favorite yellow dress
With tussled hair, Bebe! Obsess!
It stopped existing years ago;
That dress, eternal best of show.
The single flat with shower stall,
And hot plate: where to put it all?
Sits cross-legged on Persian rug,
Rolls blunts in stars & stripes just right;
It’s gonna be a stoner’s night.
Spinning round, the girl in her plays,
Tumble down, glimpse of sex displays;
Turning brown, in the sun for days.
Mem’ries God tells her inner child
Who stays behind a while to eat,
Then moves away and gives up meat.
This isn’t her first rodeo,
With soft’ner sheets b’tween her swell
(Still smells of all-night laundromat).
And ‘G’ gives her that look again.
Like always, she’s the only one
He parlays to be with his son.
His La-La skips down Venice Beach,
She wears tie-dye tees, ten bucks each,
And rainbow socks with separate toes.
And as he watches wistfully
The way her ass does peekaboo,
He settles down upon one knee;
“Might just as well give up the streets.
So that’s the way it is and goes.
Now wipe yourself & blow your nose.”
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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