Poetry competition CLOSED 14th April 2021 12:41pm
WINNER
PoetsRevenge
PoetsRevenge
RUNNERS-UP:
javalini
and Bluevelvete
Rebels with a cause///Jim Morrison
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THE LIVING END (for Jim Morrison)
i am the mortal
half brother
of gods
i am the horn,
the wing,
the drum,
and the lyre
blessed and cursed
holy and profane
i am a stranger
to these uneven streets
free and not free,
here but gone
before the light fades
and the pages turn yellow
and youth's fresh beauty
goes sour
i am wisdom
and folly,
a spark fading
in the damp chill
of Charleville,
doting on my
beloved's bones,
then following
my shadow
through the alleys
and avenues
of Montparnasse,
finding my way
home
half brother
of gods
i am the horn,
the wing,
the drum,
and the lyre
blessed and cursed
holy and profane
i am a stranger
to these uneven streets
free and not free,
here but gone
before the light fades
and the pages turn yellow
and youth's fresh beauty
goes sour
i am wisdom
and folly,
a spark fading
in the damp chill
of Charleville,
doting on my
beloved's bones,
then following
my shadow
through the alleys
and avenues
of Montparnasse,
finding my way
home
Written by javalini
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James Douglas(Jim Morrison)
Thrown into this world
An outsider
Exiled from paradise
As a fallen angel
The chains that shackled you above
Now failingly tried to bind you below
An instinctive rebel
Who dared to ask why?
You set the kindling
Ablaze under America's youth
Fanned the flames
And watched as it grew
A poetic call to arms
For life, love, and
The pursuit of happiness
Yet with anything that causes dissent
Your country labeled you deviant
A modern day crucifixion
Staged for the world to see
Yet you did not bow
To these self serving political gods
A farcical trial to stamp out your words
Labeled as a witch hunt and absurd
Death came calling
Welcomed with no fear
Cause as you once said
"The future's uncertain
And the end is always near!"
Twenty seven years the phoenix rose
Expanding his luminescent glow
Exploding at his pinnacle
The scattered fires set off eternal flames
To your devoted followers
Who would carry on your name
An outsider
Exiled from paradise
As a fallen angel
The chains that shackled you above
Now failingly tried to bind you below
An instinctive rebel
Who dared to ask why?
You set the kindling
Ablaze under America's youth
Fanned the flames
And watched as it grew
A poetic call to arms
For life, love, and
The pursuit of happiness
Yet with anything that causes dissent
Your country labeled you deviant
A modern day crucifixion
Staged for the world to see
Yet you did not bow
To these self serving political gods
A farcical trial to stamp out your words
Labeled as a witch hunt and absurd
Death came calling
Welcomed with no fear
Cause as you once said
"The future's uncertain
And the end is always near!"
Twenty seven years the phoenix rose
Expanding his luminescent glow
Exploding at his pinnacle
The scattered fires set off eternal flames
To your devoted followers
Who would carry on your name
Written by Kaden_Malis
(Kaden Malis)
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The obverse view
Groups, Hammond organ sings
prelude the vocal,
as we wait, his embolism hymn
the breath abait
Anticipate the obverse side
climax after climax come.
A legacy bequeathed
hieroglyph's to sing alone
Storm clouds never part
gold comes, from the abandoned mine
the uncut diamond
four string base, distorted hum
Scribblings from your lover's wake
a heart laid out that; Dies in State
To climb and fall
seek the North West Passage
the crushing Ice upon the hull
never vengeful, never dull
Barefoot emotions
the bitter sweet
the ferryman that ever waits
a microphone that elevates
Hades breached without a HASMAT suit
poke the devil with a lyric
luck for the dystopian; it hides
carry the coin, with two obverse sides
Take no blood into
The Little Shop of Horrors,
to feed your soul and be devoured
a periscope from out the deep
Jim Morrison, the kosher darkness gleams
you see the shark's grey ghosts
The black eye's fixed
omens, seeds of thanks
A pleasure to swim, together in that tank
prelude the vocal,
as we wait, his embolism hymn
the breath abait
Anticipate the obverse side
climax after climax come.
A legacy bequeathed
hieroglyph's to sing alone
Storm clouds never part
gold comes, from the abandoned mine
the uncut diamond
four string base, distorted hum
Scribblings from your lover's wake
a heart laid out that; Dies in State
To climb and fall
seek the North West Passage
the crushing Ice upon the hull
never vengeful, never dull
Barefoot emotions
the bitter sweet
the ferryman that ever waits
a microphone that elevates
Hades breached without a HASMAT suit
poke the devil with a lyric
luck for the dystopian; it hides
carry the coin, with two obverse sides
Take no blood into
The Little Shop of Horrors,
to feed your soul and be devoured
a periscope from out the deep
Jim Morrison, the kosher darkness gleams
you see the shark's grey ghosts
The black eye's fixed
omens, seeds of thanks
A pleasure to swim, together in that tank
Written by slipalong
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