Poetry competition CLOSED 26th January 2018 3:14am
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Anonymous
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RUNNERS-UP: Foxface and rockyriver

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When gods are human

David_Macleod
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through various web sites and a couple of documentaries - Now as to it being fact - facts are always dubious at best, always up to the teller who tells the tale - he does as much research as is practical and the he shines a light on what he has learned - I have also written similar poems about Gandi and mother Thearesa - I wrote these poems to encourage people to do their research before being frog marched into accepting heroes that we are told to give that status to and by way of telling others that Heroes are much rarer and that we should pick their own - So are these things true facts - some believe that they are :-)))

drone
Tyrant of Words
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Disappointed
In
Mummy
yes baby
I don't feel good
and i keep getting
bad thoughts in my head
I don't want them pills
anymore
please mummy
I hurt
im sorry baby
but that nice man
the physiatrist
said
you have another mental problem
so you have to take
these other pills
what that man who smiles
like a shark mummy
what shark baby
you know the one
that one on the dvd
who wants to eat the jelly fish
no he doesn't baby
he is a nice man
he knows everything
about childrens problems
so you have to take
these other pills
but mummy
why
before you made me
take pills
I never hurt like this
baby
its for your own good
because you keep daydreaming
and you don't sit still in class
but mummy
sometimes
I get bored
that's why
you have to take the pills baby
but mummy
my friends mum says
its normal
for children to daydream
to not sit still
to be bored sometimes
to shout or cry for no reason
my friends mum says
its all part
of growing up
did grandma make you
take pills
when you were bored
mummy
no baby
so why
do you make me
mummy






drone
Tyrant of Words
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Disappointed
in Daddy

What's wrong son
why did Mum say
I can't  play
with my best friends
anymore
because son
she's your mother
she knows better
but dad
I'm nearly ten
I'm not a baby
why can't I play
with my best friends
anymore
because my son
they are different from us
they are coloured
and they smell
but so are we dad
no we're not son
we are white
but mummy said
when I was a baby
I was pink
and grandad
looks grey
and he smells funny
and when you were ill
you looked yellow
and you smell
so dad
who's the coloured ones
Wack
do what I say
I'm your father

runaway-mindtrain
Dangerous Mind
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eleusinian stew

Up and down this spiral mind
My positive time turns negative
A perfect fourth spins to perfect fifth
A creative Ohm to destructive writ...
 
Clockwise thought in a counterclockwise spin...()
 
Pineal spirits, gland cognitive center
Third eye seekers are welcome to enter
Solomon's demon in picatrix measure
Stirring the cauldron, the demonic pleasure...
 
Brainwashed masses on the worldwide play
Leaders bring the chains to mental slave
The hearts of man while a summit is set
For guilty parties pay the eternal debt...
 
A washing time frame to cover their sins
Renaming their game, sow deception no end
A new marker they hold as they spit on the soul
A beggar of morsels, the story we're sold...
 
A transmutation of the seeded mind...from the base of ignorance
Into a precious illumination...an alchemical deliverance...

Their minds break through a paroketh veiling
With no understanding of the past
Then walk in timeless dreaming circles
Never knowing if the curve will last...
 
Spirits of planets summoned, speaking to the sect
Plangeair's grimoire affecting in effect
Abra Melin spun his magic shifting across the sand
Latter days souls in play, no longer a place to stand...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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wallyroo92
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Fire Descending

He was an admirable man,
A respected man,
Someone with integrity,
Especially because of his position,
And when I got to know him,
During grief recovery courses,
I saw he was a humble individual,
Very well regarded
By the members of the congregation.

And over the years,
As I watched him from the balcony seat,
I was usually amazed at his
Insightful and well thought out messages,
Wisdom seemed to pour through
These heartfelt talks.

But it was heart breaking to hear,
That one day he said goodbye and disappeared,
Because he would be assigned somewhere else.
And yet when the gossip came around,
The truth come out,
He had been weak,
Just like any ordinary man.

We shouldn’t place faith on men,
We are imperfect creatures,
Because looking up at someone
For their respected traits and features,
We must remember they too are human beings,
Who make mistakes,
Just like the rest of us.

When men in highly regarded positions fall down,
The plummet to the ground
Is like watching fire descending from the sky,
Some will question their own beliefs,
As a way to handle their grief,
And some will simply be led astray.

rockyriver
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 22nd Jan 2018
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Breath

I allow my heart  
to steal my breath    
knowing that    
it seals my death.    
How foolish of    
my heart to dwell    
on words that can't    
give life,       
make well.       
To worship    
words of men      
is folly.       
It serves    
a cadence       
melancholy.      
It's truth    
and light    
I yearn to know.    
My heart deceives    
my path to go      
on tangents dark    
without a light    
to guide direction's    
journey right.    
My mind    
my heart    
my strength    
my soul    
must breathe the air    
with constant flow    
that never fails    
nor will deceive    
does not abandon    
never leaves    
that fills me with    
the breath that gives      
the joy to love    
the will to live    
the strength to stay    
to try,    
endure    
the mind to grow    
the thoughts assured    
of peace to know    
both truth and light,    
know first by faith -    
then follows sight.    
   
“You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasures of living with you forever.”  
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭16:11
Written by rockyriver
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rockyriver
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 22nd Jan 2018
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Broken Wings

(fairy tale gone wrong)  
     
She thought he was an angel    
a woodland wizard    
a time traveller      
a magic muse    
a hallowed hero    
     
but now she knows      
that he is but a man,    
a man who is stuck    
in his life as it were muck,    
not regarding decorum as to
whose life it is he plays with    
in his boredom
whose life it is he discards   
in his neglect
whose life it is that he had      
raised to great heights    
before dropping it    
from the treetops    
when he heard his name      
echoing...
     
echoing      
from the garden below    
     
perhaps it was she     
who was the angel,      
after all
- rising on wings of forgiveness
   
Written by rockyriver
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poet Anonymous

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poet Anonymous

Ccongratulation Foxface and rockyriver.

Congratulations to everyone whom had
the courage to share their deepest bruised
thoughts. It' was a challenging release.

Thank you Cloventongue for being a
daring host.


-Sunsets


rockyriver
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 22nd Jan 2018
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Thank you, and congratulations to you as well!

rockyriver
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 22nd Jan 2018
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Thank you, Cloventongue, for your recognition and encouragement! This was an interesting theme, and I enjoyed reading through everyone's different takes on the subject.

poet Anonymous

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Lifeaheadwithu
Gavinjames
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 28th Dec 2017
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My heart has flutters.  Reading your thoughts and feelings.  

poet Anonymous

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