Poetry competition CLOSED 30th January 2020 8:50pm
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
RUNNERS-UP:
snugglebuck
and BigG
ROAST, the RUTHLESS
On The Edge
Walking on the edge
Of life's highway
Sometimes the good
Brings the bad our way
Failures are reminders where we went wrong
If we learn, they make us strong
Livin' on faith is never a compromise
You'll find the truth without surprise
You're only paralyzed
If you lay by the pool and wait
You can't count on a friend
To let you in
At thirty-eight it's never too late
Listen to the voice, pick up your mat
And walk
Just walk on
They'll try to tell you
You're wrong
Just stay strong
Find the place where His children pray
Out of the crowd will come a better day
Of life's highway
Sometimes the good
Brings the bad our way
Failures are reminders where we went wrong
If we learn, they make us strong
Livin' on faith is never a compromise
You'll find the truth without surprise
You're only paralyzed
If you lay by the pool and wait
You can't count on a friend
To let you in
At thirty-eight it's never too late
Listen to the voice, pick up your mat
And walk
Just walk on
They'll try to tell you
You're wrong
Just stay strong
Find the place where His children pray
Out of the crowd will come a better day
Written by buddydog
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Easy Bake Mistake (Roasted)
'For Ruth Less'
Gas oven, 103.
I think I can make toast this way.
They never wanted me to, those doubters,
so I bought extra bread.
It was on sale like 'his' stuff
dropped off at Goodwill
when I emptied the car,
smoking insanity.
I have no muffler anymore
and the shop is closed.
It's right next to the fridge.
Bring on the last meal, no wait,
there's leftovers aplenty
since he's gone.
Toasted 'his' cinnamon stick
on my hearth, that was last week,
now I'm alone.
I can finally hog the TV and the shower;
no more hairy bits in the sink.
Unfortunately, he left 'her' underwear
in the sock drawer, Oh-ld Spice!
Some cloves stuck in an orange
will do nicely.
Light a candle, it lasts longer,
must be a Yankee.
Heck, if it burns bright enough
I might toast a marshmallow.
How did I get here?
Time and impatience
and 'him' over easy in a slow oven.
It was half-baked in a lightbulb moment;
everything else was D.O.A.
Ask Betty Crocker or Fanny Farmer.
I'm getting too close to the flame.
What's that acrid smell?
I'm one big creosote log;
it must be my hair burning.
Aqua-Net is extremely flammable;
it was 'him' that coated me in it.
.....
Gas oven, 103.
I think I can make toast this way.
They never wanted me to, those doubters,
so I bought extra bread.
It was on sale like 'his' stuff
dropped off at Goodwill
when I emptied the car,
smoking insanity.
I have no muffler anymore
and the shop is closed.
It's right next to the fridge.
Bring on the last meal, no wait,
there's leftovers aplenty
since he's gone.
Toasted 'his' cinnamon stick
on my hearth, that was last week,
now I'm alone.
I can finally hog the TV and the shower;
no more hairy bits in the sink.
Unfortunately, he left 'her' underwear
in the sock drawer, Oh-ld Spice!
Some cloves stuck in an orange
will do nicely.
Light a candle, it lasts longer,
must be a Yankee.
Heck, if it burns bright enough
I might toast a marshmallow.
How did I get here?
Time and impatience
and 'him' over easy in a slow oven.
It was half-baked in a lightbulb moment;
everything else was D.O.A.
Ask Betty Crocker or Fanny Farmer.
I'm getting too close to the flame.
What's that acrid smell?
I'm one big creosote log;
it must be my hair burning.
Aqua-Net is extremely flammable;
it was 'him' that coated me in it.
.....
Written by PoetsRevenge
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I like you booze filled, Sweety .... and clammy
I need you cleaned out and calm, rest up!
lovers need magical times to compensate
Bodies tangled tend to mangle lover heads
Butt, before I do you harm, I already did!
"The Voice" has ceased calling my name
because I refuse to do anymore interviews
Your got me into rehab (wrong way, Dickhead!)
...I wish you was dead
(Not REALLY, lf course!)
...we must carry and share
...because we have a child now.
That's better than your death.
You made up for a lot, so did I!
I need you cleaned out and calm, rest up!
lovers need magical times to compensate
Bodies tangled tend to mangle lover heads
Butt, before I do you harm, I already did!
"The Voice" has ceased calling my name
because I refuse to do anymore interviews
Your got me into rehab (wrong way, Dickhead!)
...I wish you was dead
(Not REALLY, lf course!)
...we must carry and share
...because we have a child now.
That's better than your death.
You made up for a lot, so did I!
Getting Fully Bent
More than trying
to bend mind
I want to see
to see how far "it" flexes
without breaking
the question is
if "it" bends
to the point of fracture
how will I know?
is "it" existent
more than in my mind?
and if so
then
from the outside
will "it" appear intact?
if i break my mind
will lost loves be found?
will dead wood come alive?
will the girl be at peace?
or will "it" be worse?
More than trying
to bend mind
I want to see
to see how far "it" flexes
without breaking
the question is
if "it" bends
to the point of fracture
how will I know?
is "it" existent
more than in my mind?
and if so
then
from the outside
will "it" appear intact?
if i break my mind
will lost loves be found?
will dead wood come alive?
will the girl be at peace?
or will "it" be worse?
Thick and Juicy
I heard there’s a roast so I came to join,
But it’s rough and there’s no tenderloin,
The host will boast a toast of burns to turn up the heat,
I have some ill skill with these spills,
We’ll have a fun filled time by the grill,
I’m a guest but you may have guessed it, I brought the meat.
I got beef,
So let’s grill it up and eat it,
Iron deficient?
Yeah you may just need it,
The steak is so thick and juicy you’ll be a wanting more,
You vegetarian?
That’s ok I don’t judge,
It looks good?
I know you won’t budge,
But it’s so delicious you have to be careful what you ask for.
Everyone will be lining up salivating,
The seasoning is titillating,
Watch out for the sauce, don’t get any on your shirt or blouse,
I’ll serve ya - a nice big dish,
With everything you want and wish,
Then you’ll be humming a little when it’s all up in your mouth.
You’ll lick you lips and fingertips,
And if you wonder about my ribs,
I don’t mean to brag but they’re also big and beguiling,
So if you’re hungry get some more,
I aim to please like you’ve never had before,
But everyone (even the vegans) will leave here smiling.
But it’s rough and there’s no tenderloin,
The host will boast a toast of burns to turn up the heat,
I have some ill skill with these spills,
We’ll have a fun filled time by the grill,
I’m a guest but you may have guessed it, I brought the meat.
I got beef,
So let’s grill it up and eat it,
Iron deficient?
Yeah you may just need it,
The steak is so thick and juicy you’ll be a wanting more,
You vegetarian?
That’s ok I don’t judge,
It looks good?
I know you won’t budge,
But it’s so delicious you have to be careful what you ask for.
Everyone will be lining up salivating,
The seasoning is titillating,
Watch out for the sauce, don’t get any on your shirt or blouse,
I’ll serve ya - a nice big dish,
With everything you want and wish,
Then you’ll be humming a little when it’s all up in your mouth.
You’ll lick you lips and fingertips,
And if you wonder about my ribs,
I don’t mean to brag but they’re also big and beguiling,
So if you’re hungry get some more,
I aim to please like you’ve never had before,
But everyone (even the vegans) will leave here smiling.
Written by wallyroo92
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A Pittsburg Rare
I’ve always loved
Your way
of searing
me
to perfected pain,
charring me just right
leaving me
a little black
&
a little blue.
I also love the way
You bind
me
to
Your will...
and the way
You bruise.
Your way
of searing
me
to perfected pain,
charring me just right
leaving me
a little black
&
a little blue.
I also love the way
You bind
me
to
Your will...
and the way
You bruise.
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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My friend heroin
MY FRIEND HEROIN
we used to hang out everyday
I did whatever you would say
the days you weren't there, I was blue
you even killed my best friend too
that didn't really matter to me
thought you loved me unconditionally
with you I could run & hide
& put all of my feelings aside
the pain I thought you took away
left me with shame everyday
didn't talk to my friends anymore
don't really even know what for
I swore it was you I hated
left my life so complicated
there's no where to run I can speak
you'll even haunt me in my sleep
it's pshycological can't break free
heroin you got a hold of me
I'm so disgusted & can't say no
now i'm stuck & you won't let go
at first I did you so I could get high
& now I need you just to get by
left me with nothing else to take
it won't be long now before I break
we used to hang out everyday
I did whatever you would say
the days you weren't there, I was blue
you even killed my best friend too
that didn't really matter to me
thought you loved me unconditionally
with you I could run & hide
& put all of my feelings aside
the pain I thought you took away
left me with shame everyday
didn't talk to my friends anymore
don't really even know what for
I swore it was you I hated
left my life so complicated
there's no where to run I can speak
you'll even haunt me in my sleep
it's pshycological can't break free
heroin you got a hold of me
I'm so disgusted & can't say no
now i'm stuck & you won't let go
at first I did you so I could get high
& now I need you just to get by
left me with nothing else to take
it won't be long now before I break
Written by Bottomsln
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Need Mo Whiz, Dumb
I tol u
Yur back-wurd
Get smarts
No bumazz
Smartur
I C yew
Dats wear u gunna
B
If U can spale
Dis is stoop-id
Tryin ta talk 2U
Yur back-wurd
Get smarts
No bumazz
Smartur
I C yew
Dats wear u gunna
B
If U can spale
Dis is stoop-id
Tryin ta talk 2U
Written by EdibleWords
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EdibleWords said:
What the 'bumazz' is that supposed to be? A poem or a text. ' lulz '
I mean seriously, this type of writing and disrespect is about as juvenile and lazy an attempt atrap poetry as I have read, 'Yo! Dawg!' Believe me when I tell you that texting poetry is a far greater crime against literature than book burning, which ain't nuttin but stoo-pid.
I suggest you stop groping yo crotch and read a book. Get some smartz. Lurn 2 spale. Yo!
SMDH
What the 'bumazz' is that supposed to be? A poem or a text. ' lulz '
I mean seriously, this type of writing and disrespect is about as juvenile and lazy an attempt at
I suggest you stop groping yo crotch and read a book. Get some smartz. Lurn 2 spale. Yo!
SMDH
Ahavati said:
What the 'bumazz' is that supposed to be? A poem or a text. ' lulz '
I mean seriously, this type of writing and disrespect is about as juvenile and lazy an attempt atrap poetry as I have read, 'Yo! Dawg!' Believe me when I tell you that texting poetry is a far greater crime against literature than book burning, which ain't nuttin but stoo-pid.
I suggest you stop groping yo crotch and read a book. Get some smartz. Lurn 2 spale. Yo!
SMDH
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I'm speech-wet!
What the 'bumazz' is that supposed to be? A poem or a text. ' lulz '
I mean seriously, this type of writing and disrespect is about as juvenile and lazy an attempt at
I suggest you stop groping yo crotch and read a book. Get some smartz. Lurn 2 spale. Yo!
SMDH
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I'm speech-wet!
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