Poetry competition CLOSED 31st March 2012 5:18am
WINNER
marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
RUNNERS-UP:
stormz_of_fire
and grasshopper
Weeping willows yield deep waters
Anonymous
marielavoue said:Esbat, the Blood Moon
Luna Sanguine (Blood Moon);
your legend speaks of death, you strike fear
in the hearts of flora, fauna as well as men.
During your changes,
Gaia makes visible of winter’s arrival,
the first signs; hard won
is every living creatures survival.
Borea’s cold breath signals the floras’
silent sentinels to change colors,
as it heralds the winter season
and whispers impending signs of trouble.
All manner of creature make ready
for the dominion of winter,
the epoch of foreboding,
of demons and their underlings, we enter.
The woodland animals hurriedly collect
any last bits nourishment,
before it is hidden away
by winter snows’ white carpet.
Beds have been made ready
by those who slumber through the cold months,
towards the south the flying fauna has fled,
taken to the air for warmer lands
they are in search of.
The grain has been moved to the winter store
and sealed are the dwellings tightly
against the bitter, biting cold
of Borea’s winds and winter storms.
Gaia has become barren,
and so her children turn to the hunt.
It is the time, when the world toils with fervor
to make ready for the season to come,
the elders whisper the tales
that to the Luna Sanguine they dedicate.
For she and only she will capriciously dictate
who will still be among the living
come spring’s first new day.
She, “the Old Woman Who Never Dies”
and “the Eternal One” strikes fear in many;
woe for she is capricious
and relishes death, beholden to no man,
she will steal your very last breath,
careful do not her nature test.
Her creatures groan, grunt and howl
their pleasure at her site
for this is their season, their time of delight.
Today the moon´s mood is evident;
she is dressed once again in blood.
Ominous is what will come
and unseen what can happen.
While she is tranquil,
in her finest white she dresses,
adorned by her radiating stars,she is impressive;
but when she is sad her azure dress she will don.
Luna sanguine you herald what has been
and shall once again come about
for we have not yet learned the lesson
that should have left us with no doubts.
“Something wicked this way comes”
Gypsy RedThat is just an amazing write-so many moon references-I had to peek! Awesome.
Luna Sanguine (Blood Moon);
your legend speaks of death, you strike fear
in the hearts of flora, fauna as well as men.
During your changes,
Gaia makes visible of winter’s arrival,
the first signs; hard won
is every living creatures survival.
Borea’s cold breath signals the floras’
silent sentinels to change colors,
as it heralds the winter season
and whispers impending signs of trouble.
All manner of creature make ready
for the dominion of winter,
the epoch of foreboding,
of demons and their underlings, we enter.
The woodland animals hurriedly collect
any last bits nourishment,
before it is hidden away
by winter snows’ white carpet.
Beds have been made ready
by those who slumber through the cold months,
towards the south the flying fauna has fled,
taken to the air for warmer lands
they are in search of.
The grain has been moved to the winter store
and sealed are the dwellings tightly
against the bitter, biting cold
of Borea’s winds and winter storms.
Gaia has become barren,
and so her children turn to the hunt.
It is the time, when the world toils with fervor
to make ready for the season to come,
the elders whisper the tales
that to the Luna Sanguine they dedicate.
For she and only she will capriciously dictate
who will still be among the living
come spring’s first new day.
She, “the Old Woman Who Never Dies”
and “the Eternal One” strikes fear in many;
woe for she is capricious
and relishes death, beholden to no man,
she will steal your very last breath,
careful do not her nature test.
Her creatures groan, grunt and howl
their pleasure at her site
for this is their season, their time of delight.
Today the moon´s mood is evident;
she is dressed once again in blood.
Ominous is what will come
and unseen what can happen.
While she is tranquil,
in her finest white she dresses,
adorned by her radiating stars,she is impressive;
but when she is sad her azure dress she will don.
Luna sanguine you herald what has been
and shall once again come about
for we have not yet learned the lesson
that should have left us with no doubts.
“Something wicked this way comes”
Gypsy RedThat is just an amazing write-so many moon references-I had to peek! Awesome.
Anonymous
Nature Is Depressed
Mother Nature is depressed
Her sea is full with debris
From the tsunami and the earthquake
That hit Japan last year
She feels it was her fault
But she could only take so much
The garbage humans were heaping on her
Drove her out of her mind
So the earth moved and the earthquakes started
Which in turn caused the water to boil
Huge tidal waves swept everything
In their path out to sea
It has been a year now
They have tried to clean it up
But a boat sits outside BC
The Canadians are afraid of the radioactivity
Meanwhile pollution grows every day
In every way
From hundreds of different activities
Humans do regularly
Mother nature weeps
For she feels she will die
She feels for the small children
The next generation
Who have to live with a mother so sick
She cannot take care of them
She is coughing
She is out of breath
A long dead volcano
Erupts with viciousness
There, she coughed it up
She feel a little bit better, again....
Mother Nature is depressed
Her sea is full with debris
From the tsunami and the earthquake
That hit Japan last year
She feels it was her fault
But she could only take so much
The garbage humans were heaping on her
Drove her out of her mind
So the earth moved and the earthquakes started
Which in turn caused the water to boil
Huge tidal waves swept everything
In their path out to sea
It has been a year now
They have tried to clean it up
But a boat sits outside BC
The Canadians are afraid of the radioactivity
Meanwhile pollution grows every day
In every way
From hundreds of different activities
Humans do regularly
Mother nature weeps
For she feels she will die
She feels for the small children
The next generation
Who have to live with a mother so sick
She cannot take care of them
She is coughing
She is out of breath
A long dead volcano
Erupts with viciousness
There, she coughed it up
She feel a little bit better, again....
Even in Death
The strangest of images;
the old woman's grave.
Alone on the mound with
just a willow, a slave.
The grass would not grow,
the worms would not feast,
but the willow, it bows
at the old woman's feet.
(an old unloved poem)
The strangest of images;
the old woman's grave.
Alone on the mound with
just a willow, a slave.
The grass would not grow,
the worms would not feast,
but the willow, it bows
at the old woman's feet.
(an old unloved poem)
Willow
I am an oak tall and proud.
I will not fall for your anger
I shall stand my ground.
You try to pull and twist
You do not see what I don’t miss.
I stopped caring
Long ago.
I won’t feel your hits and kick.
I am a willow sad and alone
Do you know who I once was?
Do you see the little girl trapped in here?
She was scared abused and beat
She tried to run
But she fell to the ground.
Where she fell she chose to stay
And I sprouted from her tears.
I am the willow protecting this girl.
I hide her emotions
So she doesn’t have to fear.
But her pain overwhelms me
I start to droop.
The anguish wants to be unleashed
So it can take over us both.
Do you see the shell around the girl?
Do you even see the girl?
She lays here crying
Waiting for you.
You have been a friend
Where no one else was.
You have proved to be
A very special friend.
I am a willow, let me go
Let me be alone
So I may grow.
I am an oak tall and proud.
I will not fall for your anger
I shall stand my ground.
You try to pull and twist
You do not see what I don’t miss.
I stopped caring
Long ago.
I won’t feel your hits and kick.
I am a willow sad and alone
Do you know who I once was?
Do you see the little girl trapped in here?
She was scared abused and beat
She tried to run
But she fell to the ground.
Where she fell she chose to stay
And I sprouted from her tears.
I am the willow protecting this girl.
I hide her emotions
So she doesn’t have to fear.
But her pain overwhelms me
I start to droop.
The anguish wants to be unleashed
So it can take over us both.
Do you see the shell around the girl?
Do you even see the girl?
She lays here crying
Waiting for you.
You have been a friend
Where no one else was.
You have proved to be
A very special friend.
I am a willow, let me go
Let me be alone
So I may grow.
The wind will howl so the earth may weep,
seep a bitter translucence from the core she keeps
deep within the outstretch of her once loving arms.
The seas waves will dip, the forests trees will rip
the very roots beneath our boots
from the suffocation of our grip
The earth will outcry in utter pain, reeking havoc among the vain
and unrelenting minds who came solely to attain
her wild love, her untame mane
Like radiating wild colors, she'll pour through every pore
she'll dance all alone while the music of weeping willows drones
with sad tones that gallop and leap
across raindrops that seem to leak
beneath the very tears of our own mother, that slide down each of our cheeks
seep a bitter translucence from the core she keeps
deep within the outstretch of her once loving arms.
The seas waves will dip, the forests trees will rip
the very roots beneath our boots
from the suffocation of our grip
The earth will outcry in utter pain, reeking havoc among the vain
and unrelenting minds who came solely to attain
her wild love, her untame mane
Like radiating wild colors, she'll pour through every pore
she'll dance all alone while the music of weeping willows drones
with sad tones that gallop and leap
across raindrops that seem to leak
beneath the very tears of our own mother, that slide down each of our cheeks
Somelikeithot- connecting current events? Good job!
MrAlptraum- Great!
Stormz_of_fire- magnificently tragic. Enuff said.
Opheliac- short and to the point. Nice
Grasshopper- amazing imagery.
All- bravo! *applause* thanks for participating!
MrAlptraum- Great!
Stormz_of_fire- magnificently tragic. Enuff said.
Opheliac- short and to the point. Nice
Grasshopper- amazing imagery.
All- bravo! *applause* thanks for participating!
Paradisiac
Come in waves to carry me to a distant shore of fine sands
To cover me
To coat me
In a temporary erasure of these moments of sullen introspection
Drowning is so effortless
Even as I surrender to the ebb and flow,
When the tide retreats
I still look to the lighthouse for guidance
For an enlightening glimpse of the dangers that lie ahead
A ghostly galleon,
A reminder of the lives dashed upon the rocks of the fate I struggle to escape
In the distance a Siren sings a lullaby
As the storms approach on either side
I try to ignore the burden of the Paradisiac tied to my ankle
as it pulls me ever under
Just below the surface
My words, my pleas, my final thoughts
Burst from the holding chambers of my lungs and hurry upward
Upward and toward the blurred but always present and always-seeking light
The Paradisiac slips from around my ankle
and I rush back to break the fragile tension of the water
Where I am caught in the middle
In the moment of the Siren singing the swansong of the marriage of the Tempest and the Maelstrom
As they separate, and dissipate
They leave behind for me the only thing they held in common:
An eye
A ring, if you will
Which now appears as a halo
As the lighthouse searches for me
It finds me and guides me back to Terra
Holding the gentle hand of alluvion
Come in waves to carry me to a distant shore of fine sands
To cover me
To coat me
In a temporary erasure of these moments of sullen introspection
Drowning is so effortless
Even as I surrender to the ebb and flow,
When the tide retreats
I still look to the lighthouse for guidance
For an enlightening glimpse of the dangers that lie ahead
A ghostly galleon,
A reminder of the lives dashed upon the rocks of the fate I struggle to escape
In the distance a Siren sings a lullaby
As the storms approach on either side
I try to ignore the burden of the Paradisiac tied to my ankle
as it pulls me ever under
Just below the surface
My words, my pleas, my final thoughts
Burst from the holding chambers of my lungs and hurry upward
Upward and toward the blurred but always present and always-seeking light
The Paradisiac slips from around my ankle
and I rush back to break the fragile tension of the water
Where I am caught in the middle
In the moment of the Siren singing the swansong of the marriage of the Tempest and the Maelstrom
As they separate, and dissipate
They leave behind for me the only thing they held in common:
An eye
A ring, if you will
Which now appears as a halo
As the lighthouse searches for me
It finds me and guides me back to Terra
Holding the gentle hand of alluvion
The Sycamore
I planted a seed and a Sycamore grew.
I watered it and fed it everyday
and it showed its appreciation by growing.
It grew tall and beautiful,
hiding me in its shade.
But the more it grew
the more it's shade became a deep, cold shadow.
Soon I realized
I had created a far-reaching, foreboding monster.
It was no longer appreciative but became expectant,
and I it's water-bearing slave.
The cold was making me weak and sick,
so I lit a fire.
The torch's glow hurt my eyes.
It had been so long since I had seen the light.
The fire's warmth chased away the cold
and I could feel my hands and feet again.
The Sycamore's branches clamored, and as the wind howled through them
I could almost hear the leaves hissing and cursing the flame.
But I would not extinguish it!
The Sycamore reached for me,
toward my throat to choke the life from me.
ME, who had nurtured it,
fed it,
and gave it water when it thirsted!
So I screamed at the Sycamore
that if it wanted the flame it could have it
and I threw the torch as far into its gnarled web of roots as it would reach.
The monster howled!
Now the wind rushed from its boughs as a cry of terror
and from my lungs as a sigh of relief.
The Sycamore became beautiful again
as its leaves rose like fireflies and the faces of the blaze sang it to sleep.
I too slept peacefully
by the warmth of the bonfire.
Tomorrow,
I will continue my journey.
.:Midsummer Falls:.
situated on
this side of Niagara
Falls
the earliest of leaves
they float between
twin midsummer goodbyes
not yet rustic
we think melancholy thoughts
this as we see the waves.
Twin tides cry out ”see you later”
like a willow's whisper; chaste
Half-heartedly remembering
the wettest of tear ducts
.
while on another playing field
a jar opens...for good
contents no longer sweet
except for twin fire flies
flash flooding with each twinkle
taking their turns
in turn
on again; off again
floating about
then descending
downward
into a
moon lit glow
.
wet tear ducts
how soon they’ll forget
the whisper of will
-lows languishing
upon the mist of eyes
chasing after ashen colored wings
The Fall
how soon we’ll forget
how we punctured lids
to breathe
.
situated on
this side of Niagara
Falls
the earliest of leaves
they float between
twin midsummer goodbyes
not yet rustic
we think melancholy thoughts
this as we see the waves.
Twin tides cry out ”see you later”
like a willow's whisper; chaste
Half-heartedly remembering
the wettest of tear ducts
.
while on another playing field
a jar opens...for good
contents no longer sweet
except for twin fire flies
flash flooding with each twinkle
taking their turns
in turn
on again; off again
floating about
then descending
downward
into a
moon lit glow
.
wet tear ducts
how soon they’ll forget
the whisper of will
-lows languishing
upon the mist of eyes
chasing after ashen colored wings
The Fall
how soon we’ll forget
how we punctured lids
to breathe
.
No way out for me
Im lost in this wild jungle
No canopy tree
No water for me
Hyennas,kayotes and foxes
Waiting to take what's left of me
No way out for me
I'm in a blazing fire
Life's a liar
I was seduced to do the unholy
And now I'm burning away slowly
No way out for me
I'm drowning in a sea of troubles
How many more can I take in
Down here I'm running short of oxygen
No way out for me
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
But now the inevitable's coming
Maybe at last,all my troubles I'd leave behind
Im lost in this wild jungle
No canopy tree
No water for me
Hyennas,kayotes and foxes
Waiting to take what's left of me
No way out for me
I'm in a blazing fire
Life's a liar
I was seduced to do the unholy
And now I'm burning away slowly
No way out for me
I'm drowning in a sea of troubles
How many more can I take in
Down here I'm running short of oxygen
No way out for me
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
But now the inevitable's coming
Maybe at last,all my troubles I'd leave behind
Unnatural Disaster
Your blazing fire starts at the base of this barren tree
The clouded heat slowly rises charring my broken limbs
Seeping through my pores your scorching words turn my cells to ash
Your flames try to reach my heart and burn the glacier within
But the walls of ice are far too thick for your hell to reach
An emotional avalanche starts to erupt my soul
Blasting icy glass through my eyes dropping you from your stance
Instantly chilling every nerve in your baked black heart
You try to rise and defend this new contrasting feeling
But the forming iceberg proves too heavy for your efforts
Fearful and shivering your heated soul starts burning through
Melting faster than the winter clouds an ice storm begins
A silver thaw shooting shards from every direction
Puddles collectively gathering and starting a flood
Waves crashing against all the barren trees you left behind
We each stand tall and strong not phased by the chilling water
The burning amber ball rises quickly over the world
Evaporating your hurtful soul into the unknown
Your blazing fire starts at the base of this barren tree
The clouded heat slowly rises charring my broken limbs
Seeping through my pores your scorching words turn my cells to ash
Your flames try to reach my heart and burn the glacier within
But the walls of ice are far too thick for your hell to reach
An emotional avalanche starts to erupt my soul
Blasting icy glass through my eyes dropping you from your stance
Instantly chilling every nerve in your baked black heart
You try to rise and defend this new contrasting feeling
But the forming iceberg proves too heavy for your efforts
Fearful and shivering your heated soul starts burning through
Melting faster than the winter clouds an ice storm begins
A silver thaw shooting shards from every direction
Puddles collectively gathering and starting a flood
Waves crashing against all the barren trees you left behind
We each stand tall and strong not phased by the chilling water
The burning amber ball rises quickly over the world
Evaporating your hurtful soul into the unknown
