Poetry competition CLOSED 1st October 2019 9:27pm
WINNER
Josh (Joshua Bond)
Josh (Joshua Bond)
RUNNER-UP:
Tallen
book titles poem
Philosophy For Life
When I was like Hippos Go Berserk!
no guide to show me the way
I was the untethered soul
immersed in Zen Meditation.
Though not quite Turning Japanese
decided on A Trip to South America
maybe discover my own
Book of Thorns replacing my youth
& Pocket Pal
with my Pocket Zen.
I did managed to uncover
The Hound of Heaven
amidst Sapiens in the
Southern Hemisphere
guiding me
to a new type of Philosophy For Life.
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1. Philosophy For Life, Jules Evans, 2012
2. Hippos Go Berserk!, Sandra Boynton, 1977
3. the untethered soul, Michael A. Singer, 2007
4. Zen Meditation, John Daishin Buksbazen, 2001
5. Turning Japanese, David Mura, 1991
6. A Trip to South America, Mrs. C.A. Stueve, 1931
7. Book of Thorns, Black Velvet Rose (Nikki), 2013
8. Pocket Pal, Int’l Paper, Michael H. Bruno (editor), 17th edition 1997
9. Pocket Zen, Thomas Cleary (editor), 1991
10. The Hound of Heaven, Francis Thompson, 1916
11. Sapiens, Yuval Noah Harari, 2011
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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I know butters, i used more than just novels but this was kind of fun and that's why i entered even though i didn't comply with all Your rules or assumed rules.
When You first started this comp i got a headache but still wanted to participate in some fashion.
BTW,
i only used Books that i own
When You first started this comp i got a headache but still wanted to participate in some fashion.
BTW,
i only used Books that i own
Tallen said:I know butters, i used more than just novels but this was kind of fun and that's why i entered even though i didn't comply with all Your rules or assumed rules.
When You first started this comp i got a headache but still wanted to participate in some fashion.
BTW,
i only used Books that i ownyou used all book titles it fits the rules 
loved it
When You first started this comp i got a headache but still wanted to participate in some fashion.
BTW,
i only used Books that i own
you used all book titles it fits the rules loved it
What You Can See Goes On Forever
( prose poetry )
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya, thats’s right - give it over to
God while its catching fire.
I was called Rebecca ‘cause the
family had great expectations of
me; though being dirt-poor folk
leading a hard-scrabble life
their feelings for me were split
between pride and prejudice.
It seemed like the story of my
life ( which had begun when I
was born in 1984 on a farm in a
barn I called the animal house
as a child ), but most of the
evidence of this claim has all
gone with the wind as it tends to
do out in the country where the
land is flat and there’s nothing
to see, but what you can see
goes on forever.
Like when my great-grandpa
wandered off in his dungarees
one morning after one hundred
years of solitude, celebrating
silence, standing in the middle of
our wheat field ready for the
harvest as if in a brave new
world, but to me he looked like
the old man and the sea with
the wheat like ocean waves all
around him. The help wouldn’t
be over for another week.
Titles with authors credit used in the poem:
"Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen
“1984" by George Orwell
“Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott
"Gone with the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell
"The Help" by Kathryn Stockett
"A Wrinkle in Time" by Madeleine L'Engle
"Of Mice and Men" by John Steinbeck
"A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens
"Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein
"The Fault in Our Stars" by John Green
"East of Eden" by John Steinbeck
"Rebecca" by Daphne du Maurier
"Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens
"The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemingway
"Celebrating Silence” by Sri Sri Ravi Shankar
"Catching Fire" by Sue Monk Kidd
"One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Gabriel García Márquez
"The Story of My Life" by Helen Keller
“Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley
“Animal House” by Chris Miller
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya, thats’s right - give it over to
God while its catching fire.
I was called Rebecca ‘cause the
family had great expectations of
me; though being dirt-poor folk
leading a hard-scrabble life
their feelings for me were split
between pride and prejudice.
It seemed like the story of my
life ( which had begun when I
was born in 1984 on a farm in a
barn I called the animal house
as a child ), but most of the
evidence of this claim has all
gone with the wind as it tends to
do out in the country where the
land is flat and there’s nothing
to see, but what you can see
goes on forever.
Like when my great-grandpa
wandered off in his dungarees
one morning after one hundred
years of solitude, celebrating
silence, standing in the middle of
our wheat field ready for the
harvest as if in a brave new
world, but to me he looked like
the old man and the sea with
the wheat like ocean waves all
around him. The help wouldn’t
be over for another week.
Titles with authors credit used in the poem:
"Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen
“1984" by George Orwell
“Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott
"Gone with the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell
"The Help" by Kathryn Stockett
"A Wrinkle in Time" by Madeleine L'Engle
"Of Mice and Men" by John Steinbeck
"A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens
"Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein
"The Fault in Our Stars" by John Green
"East of Eden" by John Steinbeck
"Rebecca" by Daphne du Maurier
"Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens
"The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemingway
"Celebrating Silence” by Sri Sri Ravi Shankar
"Catching Fire" by Sue Monk Kidd
"One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Gabriel García Márquez
"The Story of My Life" by Helen Keller
“Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley
“Animal House” by Chris Miller
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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thanks for posting your entry!
The Avid Reader at The Social
Retreat from The Stone Angel
Thy Neighbour's Wife
could be Candy
The Valley of the Dolls gather
eyeing The Bottoms
my Geek Love
fancies Body Rides
but The Key To Rebecca
requires I follow
The Rules of Attraction.
Thy Neighbour's Wife
could be Candy
The Valley of the Dolls gather
eyeing The Bottoms
my Geek Love
fancies Body Rides
but The Key To Rebecca
requires I follow
The Rules of Attraction.
Written by Tenderloin
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hi, tenderloin! thanks for posting your entry - brought a smile or two to my face
not sure if the underlined titles are supposed to work as links but - if that's the case - they don't.
listing their credits below your poem in your entry post will work for me. :)
not sure if the underlined titles are supposed to work as links but - if that's the case - they don't.
listing their credits below your poem in your entry post will work for me. :)
non-competition entry
join me?
i'm searching for my missing muse
over cold coffee and cigarettes we'll never smoke:
cold eels - poetry of the jeunesse doreé - writhe
slick, blind, down the path less travelled;
some shed split skins along their way--
those vices/voices from the web.
sometimes the world's too beautiful
especially after singapore and other poems;
the lust for blueprints ending up in hot water--
lumps of persian sugar in english tea.
credits: all titles from poetry books on my shelf
persian Sugar in english tea - s.saeidnia & a. zaman
voices from the web- uk authors poetry and prose 2014
cold eels - poetry from the jeunesse doree
the path less travelled - m. lane & a. read
my missing muse - r.jones & n. usher
sometimes the world is too beautiful - s. lovitt
the lust for blueprints - jody azzouni
after singapore and other poems - c.j. heyworth
join me?
i'm searching for my missing muse
over cold coffee and cigarettes we'll never smoke:
cold eels - poetry of the jeunesse doreé - writhe
slick, blind, down the path less travelled;
some shed split skins along their way--
those vices/voices from the web.
sometimes the world's too beautiful
especially after singapore and other poems;
the lust for blueprints ending up in hot water--
lumps of persian sugar in english tea.
credits: all titles from poetry books on my shelf
persian Sugar in english tea - s.saeidnia & a. zaman
voices from the web- uk authors poetry and prose 2014
cold eels - poetry from the jeunesse doree
the path less travelled - m. lane & a. read
my missing muse - r.jones & n. usher
sometimes the world is too beautiful - s. lovitt
the lust for blueprints - jody azzouni
after singapore and other poems - c.j. heyworth
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From My Library to Yours
First Things First, I've been Facing Autism for many years,
But I’ve also been Failing Forward progressively as well,
I’m a Master of the Game lately I’ve been Feeling Good,
It’s been like The Metamorphoses for me as far as I can tell.
It’s like trying to Burn Brightly Without Burning Out,
I have to work to remain optimistic in the Road Ahead,
Looking for that Life Balance because The Sky’s the Limit,
Because evidently When I Stop Talking, You’ll Know I’m Dead.
But in the meantime I’m searching for that Tipping Point,
I’m Riveted with Unlimited Power, stronger than Moby-Dick,
Oh Beloved poets let’s put together Words of Wisdom,
So The Sound and the Fury of our collective voices will click.
Let’s Wake Up and Live, let’s be the Seed of Greatness,
We’ll bleed Blood and Gold like gods of old in a Prophecy,
For As a Man Thinketh he shall become that which he desires,
Because in The Odyssey not everything goes as flawlessly.
This is A Call to Arms you should be Pulling Your Own Strings,
Let’s live life according to our own terms so take The Stand,
Dream Big but you also have to Think Like a Winner,
Awaken the Giant Within because the future is at hand.
First Things First - Stephen R. Covey
Facing Autism - Lynn M. Hamilton
Failing Forward - John C. Maxwell
Master of the Game - Sidney Sheldon
Feeling Good - David D. Burns
The Metamorphoses- Ovid
Burn Brightly Without Burning – Richard Briggs
The Road Ahead – Bill Gate
Life Balance - Richard M. Eyre
The Sky's the Limit – Wayne Dyer
When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead -Jerry Weintraub
Tipping Point – Malcom Gladwell
Riveted – Jim Davies
Unlimited Power – Tony Robbins
Moby-Dick – Herman Melville
Beloved – Toni Marrison
Words of Wisdom – Thomas C. Jones3
The Sound and the Fury – William Faulkner
Wake Up and Live – Dorothea Brande
Seed of Greatness – Dennis Waitley
Blood and Gold – Anne Rice
Prophecy – Robert Kiyosaki
As a Man Thinketh – James Allen
The Odyssey - Homer
A Call to Arms – Alan Dean Foster
Pulling Your Own Strings – Wayne Dyer
The Stand – Stephen King
Dream Big – Christiana Correa
Think Like a Winner – Walter Doyle Staples
Awaken the Giant Within – Tony Robbins
But I’ve also been Failing Forward progressively as well,
I’m a Master of the Game lately I’ve been Feeling Good,
It’s been like The Metamorphoses for me as far as I can tell.
It’s like trying to Burn Brightly Without Burning Out,
I have to work to remain optimistic in the Road Ahead,
Looking for that Life Balance because The Sky’s the Limit,
Because evidently When I Stop Talking, You’ll Know I’m Dead.
But in the meantime I’m searching for that Tipping Point,
I’m Riveted with Unlimited Power, stronger than Moby-Dick,
Oh Beloved poets let’s put together Words of Wisdom,
So The Sound and the Fury of our collective voices will click.
Let’s Wake Up and Live, let’s be the Seed of Greatness,
We’ll bleed Blood and Gold like gods of old in a Prophecy,
For As a Man Thinketh he shall become that which he desires,
Because in The Odyssey not everything goes as flawlessly.
This is A Call to Arms you should be Pulling Your Own Strings,
Let’s live life according to our own terms so take The Stand,
Dream Big but you also have to Think Like a Winner,
Awaken the Giant Within because the future is at hand.
First Things First - Stephen R. Covey
Facing Autism - Lynn M. Hamilton
Failing Forward - John C. Maxwell
Master of the Game - Sidney Sheldon
Feeling Good - David D. Burns
The Metamorphoses- Ovid
Burn Brightly Without Burning – Richard Briggs
The Road Ahead – Bill Gate
Life Balance - Richard M. Eyre
The Sky's the Limit – Wayne Dyer
When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead -Jerry Weintraub
Tipping Point – Malcom Gladwell
Riveted – Jim Davies
Unlimited Power – Tony Robbins
Moby-Dick – Herman Melville
Beloved – Toni Marrison
Words of Wisdom – Thomas C. Jones3
The Sound and the Fury – William Faulkner
Wake Up and Live – Dorothea Brande
Seed of Greatness – Dennis Waitley
Blood and Gold – Anne Rice
Prophecy – Robert Kiyosaki
As a Man Thinketh – James Allen
The Odyssey - Homer
A Call to Arms – Alan Dean Foster
Pulling Your Own Strings – Wayne Dyer
The Stand – Stephen King
Dream Big – Christiana Correa
Think Like a Winner – Walter Doyle Staples
Awaken the Giant Within – Tony Robbins
Written by wallyroo92
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A Twisted Library
I'd ask that you be mindful where you step as {Visitors}(A1) in my mind.
The truth is I can't save you from what disturbances you my find.
So I give careful warning as a {Preludes}(A2) be mindful where you look and careful of what you seek.
Let us now venture on into the {Filth}(A3) my palms sweaty sticky as {Glue}(A3) as I open the doors for you to take a peek.
My twisted library vast and never full of dust like {The Waste Lands}(A4) for the books have died in here.
Once i would sit and read all day books {Never Ending}(A5) was my thirst for them I never wanted to lay one down getting lost in was was my greatest fear.
Now I rarely give a book a second glance lost in time they seem to fade away.
Now technology has me caught in it's web i still read just no longer from books in this day.
Now i find them all on my screen or listen to them as i drive change it is {The Way Of Life}(A6)
Not to mention my compendium of knowledge now is full of creatures levels and whats the best knife.
Movies games and yes lets not forget blogs and memes steal so much of time once set aside for a book.
My mind ever groin for its perversity and gore seeking ever day for more interactive ideas like a fish on a hook.
Stuck and entranced in my {Misery}(A4) as don my headsets and join in some VR with my friends.
So many changes today is it really freedom they offer or a sort of exile taken like a pill throwing us in to {Insomnia}(A4) with technology's new trends.
Its almost scary will our craving for whats new lead us to our own {Xenocide}(A1)
These days i spend far more hours awake then asleep so many things to keep our interest how dose one decide.
Sleepless nights now provided by binge watching and games wondering through events like {Lost Boys}(A1)
No longer just for kids as the expanding choices today hope to keep us all enthralled in the newest ploys.
This poem took a far different turn then I had expected.
Yet it's no surprise to me that is how my twisted library works on its own and non selected.
(A1) Orsen Scott Card
(A2) T. S. Eliot
(A3) Irvine Welsh
(A4) Stephen King
(A5) Martyn Bedford
(A6) Benjamin Hoff
The truth is I can't save you from what disturbances you my find.
So I give careful warning as a {Preludes}(A2) be mindful where you look and careful of what you seek.
Let us now venture on into the {Filth}(A3) my palms sweaty sticky as {Glue}(A3) as I open the doors for you to take a peek.
My twisted library vast and never full of dust like {The Waste Lands}(A4) for the books have died in here.
Once i would sit and read all day books {Never Ending}(A5) was my thirst for them I never wanted to lay one down getting lost in was was my greatest fear.
Now I rarely give a book a second glance lost in time they seem to fade away.
Now technology has me caught in it's web i still read just no longer from books in this day.
Now i find them all on my screen or listen to them as i drive change it is {The Way Of Life}(A6)
Not to mention my compendium of knowledge now is full of creatures levels and whats the best knife.
Movies games and yes lets not forget blogs and memes steal so much of time once set aside for a book.
My mind ever groin for its perversity and gore seeking ever day for more interactive ideas like a fish on a hook.
Stuck and entranced in my {Misery}(A4) as don my headsets and join in some VR with my friends.
So many changes today is it really freedom they offer or a sort of exile taken like a pill throwing us in to {Insomnia}(A4) with technology's new trends.
Its almost scary will our craving for whats new lead us to our own {Xenocide}(A1)
These days i spend far more hours awake then asleep so many things to keep our interest how dose one decide.
Sleepless nights now provided by binge watching and games wondering through events like {Lost Boys}(A1)
No longer just for kids as the expanding choices today hope to keep us all enthralled in the newest ploys.
This poem took a far different turn then I had expected.
Yet it's no surprise to me that is how my twisted library works on its own and non selected.
(A1) Orsen Scott Card
(A2) T. S. Eliot
(A3) Irvine Welsh
(A4) Stephen King
(A5) Martyn Bedford
(A6) Benjamin Hoff
Written by HowlingHeart
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