Controversial Music Video,
snugglebuck
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Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem based on how you responded to the controversial music video, Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People.
This competition is for DU members with five or less wins.
Both CSD1558 (Minx) and I would like you to write a poem about the music video provided in the link below.
Let your emotions spill out on paper. Tell us how it made you feel, deep inside your soul.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_MFt08wEUOQ
Both CSD1558 (Minx) and I would like you to write a poem about the music video provided in the link below.
Let your emotions spill out on paper. Tell us how it made you feel, deep inside your soul.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_MFt08wEUOQ
SweetKittyCat5
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Silence
In memory of mass shootings that has gripped our society
As a new day approach
The sun no longer provides warm to a storm that has set in
Tears falling heavily as the subconscious of reality will soon begin
A presence from birth, now gone too soon
I give you the stars I gave you the moon
There are tears in silent remembrance today
Words of comfort I give to you, when I do not know the right words to say
On my knees as I pray
Daily grief not to hinder your way
Keep your faith never to betray
I couldn’t hold your hand as you took your last breath
As you stood on the throne of life and death
Such cruel and untimely fate as you’ve met
Hurt, disbelief, wrapped in a blanket of anger
From the senseless mentality of a complete stranger
This poem is so unfair to write
Retaining my own tears, for such a sickening grotesque sight
While seeing through the eyes of any parent’s pain, their silent mental fight
Holding onto a smiling picture frame, not wanting to let go with all their might
I feel your heartache, my God it hurts, it makes me so ill
Destiny knocked at your door with a plan to kill
Slaughter of the innocent at the expense of someone else’s deranged free will
No more laughter, no debating, no kisses or great day wishes
No one to pat on the back when adolescent years have challenged their existence
You can do this, a parent’s voice once echoed in loving persistence
As visions of deferred hopes, crushed yesterdays, with no more promises of a future tomorrow
At this moment in time I could never measure the depth of your sorrow
Spaces once occupied mementos now standing still
Is this all done under God’s earthly will
I don’t understand this, so vital, yet so young
At this time no need to hold my tongue
Therefore, it’s time to put down those guns
NRA we have to do better with our liberal gun laws
Caskets, funerals, obituaries, from such a demoralizing cause
Tell your excuses to parents who’ve outlived their future generation, tears rolling down cheeks without a pause
Just remember in your PR speech, a precious soul has been taken in the blink of an eye
Life we live and death we must die
But not at the hands of evilness, who never had that right to decide
I cannot hold memories, it cannot talk
I was the one who held my child’s hand as they learned to walk
I was the one who wiped their flowing tears
Now some deranged person, who never cherished his own life, brought me to this, here
Someone hold me now, in the midst of far away tears
An untimely death, anyone’s worst fears
I’ve held hands as life has slipped away
Not for such young genders whose still at play
Prom and School Dances
Puppy love romances
Given so many parental second chances
The candle has, as known by a parent’s name, has blown out in the wind
I give you my shoulder, my ear I lend
Silence greets homes, heard now so very loud
Beautiful young souls have now floated beyond the clouds
To God’s arms life has returned
Leaving an empty space and an unspoken presence to yearn
Sarah McLachlan - In the arms of an Angel
As a new day approach
The sun no longer provides warm to a storm that has set in
Tears falling heavily as the subconscious of reality will soon begin
A presence from birth, now gone too soon
I give you the stars I gave you the moon
There are tears in silent remembrance today
Words of comfort I give to you, when I do not know the right words to say
On my knees as I pray
Daily grief not to hinder your way
Keep your faith never to betray
I couldn’t hold your hand as you took your last breath
As you stood on the throne of life and death
Such cruel and untimely fate as you’ve met
Hurt, disbelief, wrapped in a blanket of anger
From the senseless mentality of a complete stranger
This poem is so unfair to write
Retaining my own tears, for such a sickening grotesque sight
While seeing through the eyes of any parent’s pain, their silent mental fight
Holding onto a smiling picture frame, not wanting to let go with all their might
I feel your heartache, my God it hurts, it makes me so ill
Destiny knocked at your door with a plan to kill
Slaughter of the innocent at the expense of someone else’s deranged free will
No more laughter, no debating, no kisses or great day wishes
No one to pat on the back when adolescent years have challenged their existence
You can do this, a parent’s voice once echoed in loving persistence
As visions of deferred hopes, crushed yesterdays, with no more promises of a future tomorrow
At this moment in time I could never measure the depth of your sorrow
Spaces once occupied mementos now standing still
Is this all done under God’s earthly will
I don’t understand this, so vital, yet so young
At this time no need to hold my tongue
Therefore, it’s time to put down those guns
NRA we have to do better with our liberal gun laws
Caskets, funerals, obituaries, from such a demoralizing cause
Tell your excuses to parents who’ve outlived their future generation, tears rolling down cheeks without a pause
Just remember in your PR speech, a precious soul has been taken in the blink of an eye
Life we live and death we must die
But not at the hands of evilness, who never had that right to decide
I cannot hold memories, it cannot talk
I was the one who held my child’s hand as they learned to walk
I was the one who wiped their flowing tears
Now some deranged person, who never cherished his own life, brought me to this, here
Someone hold me now, in the midst of far away tears
An untimely death, anyone’s worst fears
I’ve held hands as life has slipped away
Not for such young genders whose still at play
Prom and School Dances
Puppy love romances
Given so many parental second chances
The candle has, as known by a parent’s name, has blown out in the wind
I give you my shoulder, my ear I lend
Silence greets homes, heard now so very loud
Beautiful young souls have now floated beyond the clouds
To God’s arms life has returned
Leaving an empty space and an unspoken presence to yearn
Sarah McLachlan - In the arms of an Angel
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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AspergerPoet56
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Packing Bullets For School
The weirdo in plain sight
Different in the way he moves
On the outside looking in
Pushed by peers
By social media
Who don’t understand the torment
An anger burns away innocence
What’s left simmers slowly
Till it all boils over
The barriers of reason
Crash down
Leaving a shell of evil
Everyone will feel his pain
Know the hell he comes from
In the hail of bullets spread
Each a statement
That underscores the need
To silence the bullying morons
Taking down the world
To feel normal
To feel in control again
Different in the way he moves
On the outside looking in
Pushed by peers
By social media
Who don’t understand the torment
An anger burns away innocence
What’s left simmers slowly
Till it all boils over
The barriers of reason
Crash down
Leaving a shell of evil
Everyone will feel his pain
Know the hell he comes from
In the hail of bullets spread
Each a statement
That underscores the need
To silence the bullying morons
Taking down the world
To feel normal
To feel in control again
Written by AspergerPoet56
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snugglebuck
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Thanks Sweetkitty and Asperger for your courageous writes.
MadameLavender
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Here Come the Storm Clouds
Rolling, roiling
they come—
from over the horizon,
pent-up greens turned charcoal
in clouds like monsters, hulking
across the plains.
The rains
the rains
come—
and wash away the blood;
I hope God doesn’t hate me
for wishing he’d shoot Bonnie
and her prima donna bitches
and Dan the I-love-me, quarterback
and Nelson and Tyler and Ashley and—
and everyone except me
because he did, the shooter—
shot them all, everyone
on my list, I ever thought I’d shoot, if I had a gun.
Rains still fall in torrents, thunder screams.
I know what it feels like to survive
and it’s an ugly thing.
I should have died too, for wishing them dead
because they are, like the shooter read my mind.
He came too, on the clouds, and
he’s melting in slow motion police sirens.
I survived. A coward under the table.
Rolling, roiling
they come—
from over the horizon,
pent-up greens turned charcoal
in clouds like monsters, hulking
across the plains.
The rains
the rains
come—
and wash away the blood;
I hope God doesn’t hate me
for wishing he’d shoot Bonnie
and her prima donna bitches
and Dan the I-love-me, quarterback
and Nelson and Tyler and Ashley and—
and everyone except me
because he did, the shooter—
shot them all, everyone
on my list, I ever thought I’d shoot, if I had a gun.
Rains still fall in torrents, thunder screams.
I know what it feels like to survive
and it’s an ugly thing.
I should have died too, for wishing them dead
because they are, like the shooter read my mind.
He came too, on the clouds, and
he’s melting in slow motion police sirens.
I survived. A coward under the table.
snugglebuck
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Thank you so much Madam for contributing this unique and courageous perspective.
Absence
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The Real Life
What is this life we now live?
Where mass shootings
almost go unnoticed?
We’ve become
so numb,
we rarely even lose our focus!
Our daily activities,
have become our proclivity,
and our sensitivity
ain’t allowed to interrupt “OUR” serenity!
Is this the real life?
Where we’re all just waiting to die?
Or are we just awaiting a personal tragedy
to befall you and I?
Are we so immune to “the way things are“
that we let death
gloss over our eye?
And the momentary tragedies
we hear about on the news,
have less affect on us than a sty?
Where did this ‘lack of compassion’
we possess,
turn into “Let’s make this
about ourselves”
so we can take our own insecurities
and shame somebody else?
Social media has taken the weak,
and turned them into bully’s!
Granted, it’s helped punish some individuals but it hasn’t corrected
any situations fully.
It seems we want these things to continue
so we can find something new to attack!
We get a high off being vigilantes,
so we stab each other in the back!
We’ve lost all of our direction,
following our treacherous heart,
has become our goal.
We have a glaring LACK OF LOVE
but we can’t figure out why
this world has lost control!
Where mass shootings
almost go unnoticed?
We’ve become
so numb,
we rarely even lose our focus!
Our daily activities,
have become our proclivity,
and our sensitivity
ain’t allowed to interrupt “OUR” serenity!
Is this the real life?
Where we’re all just waiting to die?
Or are we just awaiting a personal tragedy
to befall you and I?
Are we so immune to “the way things are“
that we let death
gloss over our eye?
And the momentary tragedies
we hear about on the news,
have less affect on us than a sty?
Where did this ‘lack of compassion’
we possess,
turn into “Let’s make this
about ourselves”
so we can take our own insecurities
and shame somebody else?
Social media has taken the weak,
and turned them into bully’s!
Granted, it’s helped punish some individuals but it hasn’t corrected
any situations fully.
It seems we want these things to continue
so we can find something new to attack!
We get a high off being vigilantes,
so we stab each other in the back!
We’ve lost all of our direction,
following our treacherous heart,
has become our goal.
We have a glaring LACK OF LOVE
but we can’t figure out why
this world has lost control!
Written by Absence
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javalini
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Thoughts & Prayers
if it's not your good boy's good brain
spattered
or your baby girl
torn
if it's not your son
or your daughter dead at fourteen or fifteen
and all that love
all that hope
all that sweet prideful desire for your progeny
to rise above the mundane
and do
and be
and shine --
if it's not yours
suddenly
just gone,
wasted,
ruined
then it's awful
and wrong
and it just shouldn't happen
and good lord, holy Jesus
but that's it
that's us
mass shooting
thoughts and prayers
then go on about your business
because who but mama and papa has time to mourn
what with the electric bill on the table and the mortgage coming due?
spattered
or your baby girl
torn
if it's not your son
or your daughter dead at fourteen or fifteen
and all that love
all that hope
all that sweet prideful desire for your progeny
to rise above the mundane
and do
and be
and shine --
if it's not yours
suddenly
just gone,
wasted,
ruined
then it's awful
and wrong
and it just shouldn't happen
and good lord, holy Jesus
but that's it
that's us
mass shooting
thoughts and prayers
then go on about your business
because who but mama and papa has time to mourn
what with the electric bill on the table and the mortgage coming due?
Written by javalini
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snugglebuck
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Very moving Sweet🐱. And compliments for noting Sarah McLachlan's 'In the arms of an Angel' as inspiration.
snugglebuck
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Thanks Wacky for contributing.
snugglebuck
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I agree, Absence. We are a ship without a rudder.
snugglebuck
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I too, javalini, tire of Thoughts & Prayers.
snugglebuck
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Commentonly, your poem brings up a good point. We need to stand back and ask ourselves, at are the perpetrators of school shootings exclusively males?