Poetry competition CLOSED 5th January 2012 6:11pm
WINNER
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Splint
Verses
Anonymous
equalknot
a good write liked how u used scabs about their eyes
a good write liked how u used scabs about their eyes
- The Double-Headed Eagle -
She is older than the rocks, among which she sits,
Like a vampire, she has been dead many times,
And learned the secrets of the grave…
She appears as a child, though at youth she spits.
For how can immaturity understand, so sublime,
The nature of love, the lesson she gave…
To prophets and kings, and to gods who did arrive,
At her solitary dwelling, seeking some quest grand!
Her duty was to remind them that love is the law,
And so I came to her, to where naught else did thrive,
To a high place, in the heights of an old, rustic land.
And, this is the tale that relates what there I saw…
”What marvels dwell in nature: that call a spirit so errantly,
From places that we call our home, to range so furiously…
And I in years now long ago, to a mountainside did climb!
There seeking closeness to the earth, and to the far divine.
What led me there I cannot know, only some compulsion,
To seek something lost to this time, free of time’s erosion.
Through swamp and bog, and trail by the sea’s hot sands,
Across rock and under tree, I went across so many lands!
Far from brotherhood and lodge, yet with trusty compass,
I sought the intangible and I left behind all worldly distress.
My feet came to stand upon a crag surveying five domains,
And from there, I spied a tower overlooking fruitful plains.
There I steered my course, and in due time there I arrived,
At the high mount where the tower stood like a giant alive!
The pinnacle was a beacon, a former lighthouse long ago…
Moved, perhaps, from some shore to face mountain snow.
I felt so small before that tower like a mortal before a god,
And, I entered the doors that led therein, feeling very odd.
My feet upon the stairwell within winding up to the clouds!
As fog enshrouded that mountainside: in gathering crowds.
At the top I stood at last, in the house of the great beacon,
Though empty now, of any light that could the fog weaken.
A little girl wearing a red dress much in medieval fashion…
Greeted me with a voice filled with a more mature passion.
Upon her breast, she wore a gold eagle with twin heads…
And I sensed she was no ordinary child, who lightly treads.
Thirteen years I knew she had seen, only thirteen no more,
And she had seen them far away upon some foreign shore.
Oh child, what do you here, in a lighthouse upon this crag?
She said she waited to talk with me, not of herself to brag.
Oh child, how lofty is your estate, that it would be so bold,
To merely tell me whence you came so far and not so old?
But she would not speak of herself, and looked in my eye,
Searching for something deeply, something that cannot lie!
Look out the window, and tell me what it is that you see…
This: the child imperiously spoke and thus commanded me.
And so I gazed through the glass, and saw an eagle broad,
With two heads upon one body as would make one awed.
I told the beautiful girl, and she smiled with great serenity…
Saying I had passed an ordeal and struggled most valiantly.
She took me by the hand and led me down the stairs fast…
And out the tower on the mount, along foggy trails that last,
For seeming miles around the mountain through old forests!
I felt like a modern-day knight upon the strangest of quests.
Finally we came to a waterfall, by a log bridge on a stream,
And she did cling to me as we crossed as if in some dream.
We sat upon a wide rock on the other side and we spoke…
Of things so secret, strange, and hidden, as to seem a joke!
What is the double-headed eagle, I asked seeking to learn,
And she put her hand on my heart, asking for what I yearn.
Then, she placed her lips on mine and we kissed entwined,
Like one being with two heads, and one heartbeat sublime.
When the kiss ended, I was at the top of the mount alone…
Walking towards a distant tavern as the sun brightly shone.
Someone played a piano within and sang most welcoming,
That I went inside and sat for a while as my voice did sing!
When I left, I saw the tower on high and met a certain girl,
Who wore, a double-headed eagle pendant made of pearl.
I smiled politely and walked along, and she called out loud:
Remember that love is what you seek like the eagle proud!”
She is older than the rocks, among which she sits,
Like a vampire, she has been dead many times,
And learned the secrets of the grave…
She appears as a child, though at youth she spits.
For how can immaturity understand, so sublime,
The nature of love, the lesson she gave…
To prophets and kings, and to gods who did arrive,
At her solitary dwelling, seeking some quest grand!
Her duty was to remind them that love is the law,
And so I came to her, to where naught else did thrive,
To a high place, in the heights of an old, rustic land.
And, this is the tale that relates what there I saw…
”What marvels dwell in nature: that call a spirit so errantly,
From places that we call our home, to range so furiously…
And I in years now long ago, to a mountainside did climb!
There seeking closeness to the earth, and to the far divine.
What led me there I cannot know, only some compulsion,
To seek something lost to this time, free of time’s erosion.
Through swamp and bog, and trail by the sea’s hot sands,
Across rock and under tree, I went across so many lands!
Far from brotherhood and lodge, yet with trusty compass,
I sought the intangible and I left behind all worldly distress.
My feet came to stand upon a crag surveying five domains,
And from there, I spied a tower overlooking fruitful plains.
There I steered my course, and in due time there I arrived,
At the high mount where the tower stood like a giant alive!
The pinnacle was a beacon, a former lighthouse long ago…
Moved, perhaps, from some shore to face mountain snow.
I felt so small before that tower like a mortal before a god,
And, I entered the doors that led therein, feeling very odd.
My feet upon the stairwell within winding up to the clouds!
As fog enshrouded that mountainside: in gathering crowds.
At the top I stood at last, in the house of the great beacon,
Though empty now, of any light that could the fog weaken.
A little girl wearing a red dress much in medieval fashion…
Greeted me with a voice filled with a more mature passion.
Upon her breast, she wore a gold eagle with twin heads…
And I sensed she was no ordinary child, who lightly treads.
Thirteen years I knew she had seen, only thirteen no more,
And she had seen them far away upon some foreign shore.
Oh child, what do you here, in a lighthouse upon this crag?
She said she waited to talk with me, not of herself to brag.
Oh child, how lofty is your estate, that it would be so bold,
To merely tell me whence you came so far and not so old?
But she would not speak of herself, and looked in my eye,
Searching for something deeply, something that cannot lie!
Look out the window, and tell me what it is that you see…
This: the child imperiously spoke and thus commanded me.
And so I gazed through the glass, and saw an eagle broad,
With two heads upon one body as would make one awed.
I told the beautiful girl, and she smiled with great serenity…
Saying I had passed an ordeal and struggled most valiantly.
She took me by the hand and led me down the stairs fast…
And out the tower on the mount, along foggy trails that last,
For seeming miles around the mountain through old forests!
I felt like a modern-day knight upon the strangest of quests.
Finally we came to a waterfall, by a log bridge on a stream,
And she did cling to me as we crossed as if in some dream.
We sat upon a wide rock on the other side and we spoke…
Of things so secret, strange, and hidden, as to seem a joke!
What is the double-headed eagle, I asked seeking to learn,
And she put her hand on my heart, asking for what I yearn.
Then, she placed her lips on mine and we kissed entwined,
Like one being with two heads, and one heartbeat sublime.
When the kiss ended, I was at the top of the mount alone…
Walking towards a distant tavern as the sun brightly shone.
Someone played a piano within and sang most welcoming,
That I went inside and sat for a while as my voice did sing!
When I left, I saw the tower on high and met a certain girl,
Who wore, a double-headed eagle pendant made of pearl.
I smiled politely and walked along, and she called out loud:
Remember that love is what you seek like the eagle proud!”
Anonymous
kou-indigother beautiful poem
-Gaea-
She is older than the rocks among which she sits,
like a vampire, she has been dead many times,
and learned the secrets of the grave
We call her our mother, our Mother Earth
She shows herself as a midddle aged woman
But i know the truth, she is old beyond belief
She is the Mother of all things, for it is she who brought upon the Titans
Who then brought upon the Gods annd western civilization
But in actualality, she is indeed a vampire
Get in her way and she will suck the life right out of you
There is no use in running, the darkest creatures of Tarturas are fearful of her
They will follow her without complaint
For she is the almighty Gaea
She is older than the rocks among which she sits,
like a vampire, she has been dead many times,
and learned the secrets of the grave
We call her our mother, our Mother Earth
She shows herself as a midddle aged woman
But i know the truth, she is old beyond belief
She is the Mother of all things, for it is she who brought upon the Titans
Who then brought upon the Gods annd western civilization
But in actualality, she is indeed a vampire
Get in her way and she will suck the life right out of you
There is no use in running, the darkest creatures of Tarturas are fearful of her
They will follow her without complaint
For she is the almighty Gaea
Anonymous
pravus
a good poem
a good poem
I'll tell you of a heathen witch
a cold and callous woman
calculating, heartless bitch
about her a for-boding omen
Hair is stark lank and greasy
mottle black with white
face to look at not easy,
her breath smells at best like shite.
Her back is crooked twisted just so
on her chest the remains of tits
her eyes move constantly to and fro
she is older than the rocks among which she sits
like a vampire, she has been dead many times
and learned the secrets of the grave.
She's only ever wanted for her crimes
upon small children she is depraved
what else could be said of this child of bable,
other than incarnate she is pure evil.
a cold and callous woman
calculating, heartless bitch
about her a for-boding omen
Hair is stark lank and greasy
mottle black with white
face to look at not easy,
her breath smells at best like shite.
Her back is crooked twisted just so
on her chest the remains of tits
her eyes move constantly to and fro
she is older than the rocks among which she sits
like a vampire, she has been dead many times
and learned the secrets of the grave.
She's only ever wanted for her crimes
upon small children she is depraved
what else could be said of this child of bable,
other than incarnate she is pure evil.
Anonymous
splint
a good poem wonderful usage of the verse you chose
a good poem wonderful usage of the verse you chose
Anonymous
splint only one in this challenge
