Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd September 2018 4:02am
WINNER
ReggiePoet (Reggie)
ReggiePoet (Reggie)
RUNNERS-UP:
Viddax
and David_Macleod
The Watchers
Poetry Contest Description
You are a watcher but you cannot interfere
You are a watcher, you see and understand, that something is about to happen but you cannot interfere.
Any length
two poems per poet max
no collaborations
title your poem.
Any length
two poems per poet max
no collaborations
title your poem.
Scoundrels of Science
Consistent with observation
Scoundrels use flocks of red herrings
Or a straw man nation
To obscure abstract things
But wise men must endure
Accusations of fallacies
By reason slick and impure
Accusing them of lunacies
To poison the well of learning
Scoundrels use flocks of red herrings
Or a straw man nation
To obscure abstract things
But wise men must endure
Accusations of fallacies
By reason slick and impure
Accusing them of lunacies
To poison the well of learning
Written by EdibleWords
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Pitiful Salesman
I have an old neighbor friend
These days he talks to himself
He worries me without end
His past in reach on the shelf
It seems like he should be happy
He's got a kind, loyal wife
Two sons look up to their Pappy
But he lives in his guilt and strife
“A loan” from me every week
But he won’t take any job
And he only seems to speak
As if I'm a foolish slob
He’s supposed to be in sales
But these days he can only sell
Pleas for mercy that pales
To the heat within his hell
My son has great success
Next grandson we’re now expecting
His sons did much less
He's always bitterly correcting
Delusional counsel is soured
By worshipping power
Wants them testosterone powered
The confidence card tower
He is totally unhappy
And life makes him totally afraid
His sons womanize like pappy
And are stuck with the bed they made
I think if he never learns
He’ll get taken out
By the wages he earns
Will his sons figure this out?
These days he talks to himself
He worries me without end
His past in reach on the shelf
It seems like he should be happy
He's got a kind, loyal wife
Two sons look up to their Pappy
But he lives in his guilt and strife
“A loan” from me every week
But he won’t take any job
And he only seems to speak
As if I'm a foolish slob
He’s supposed to be in sales
But these days he can only sell
Pleas for mercy that pales
To the heat within his hell
My son has great success
Next grandson we’re now expecting
His sons did much less
He's always bitterly correcting
Delusional counsel is soured
By worshipping power
Wants them testosterone powered
The confidence card tower
He is totally unhappy
And life makes him totally afraid
His sons womanize like pappy
And are stuck with the bed they made
I think if he never learns
He’ll get taken out
By the wages he earns
Will his sons figure this out?
Written by EdibleWords
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The Watcher's other Tale
beneath the moon
that is not so bright
there watcher's see
the evil sight
of pixies turning
into trolls
and fairies
into little ghouls
in the middle of the night
when moon is waning
slowly darkening
evil magic traverse
the earth
seeps into magical domains
and turn the good
into malignant spirits
they torture any creature
that comes between them
and the realdom
they poked pigs in their pens
and kicked the cat
into the air
pushing grandpa
down the stairs
they throw nightmare dusts
at little children
blow the sniffles into mommies
and explosive farts into daddies
such are the evil fairies work
to sow discord in the world
when the night is over
they go back to being sober
The night is done
the dawn is come
fairies and pixies
have gone home.
-By Grace/Not an Entry-
beneath the moon
that is not so bright
there watcher's see
the evil sight
of pixies turning
into trolls
and fairies
into little ghouls
in the middle of the night
when moon is waning
slowly darkening
evil magic traverse
the earth
seeps into magical domains
and turn the good
into malignant spirits
they torture any creature
that comes between them
and the realdom
they poked pigs in their pens
and kicked the cat
into the air
pushing grandpa
down the stairs
they throw nightmare dusts
at little children
blow the sniffles into mommies
and explosive farts into daddies
such are the evil fairies work
to sow discord in the world
when the night is over
they go back to being sober
The night is done
the dawn is come
fairies and pixies
have gone home.
-By Grace/Not an Entry-
Silent War
The doctors said that Ethan would get better
All he needed was to take his medication and receive our support
Yet that all turned to dust when we read the letter
And saw the consequences of a life cut short.
It wasn’t Ethan’s fault nor was it ours
We didn’t know how to fight something we couldn’t see
Now I stand before his grave with a bouquet of flowers
Had I seen the signs earlier, how different would things be?
I shamefully realize that I was just a watcher
A useless bystander who preferred to assume that Ethan was okay
He said that he was “fine”, whenever I even bothered…
To ask him. And now he’s gone away.
We didn’t understand the silent war he fought
But deep down I knew that he wasn’t alright
We cut down his body to calm his mother who was distraught
Ethan’s flame had blown out when it once burnt bright.
I was a selfish watcher and I had the warning signs right in front of me
If I had bothered to talk to him more, I could have probably saved his life
Instead, I allowed Ethan to deteriorate to such a degree
That he left behind a young daughter and wife.
I’m sorry Ethan that I didn’t care enough
I’m sorry that I didn’t interfere
I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when things were rough
Think of me what you will, but please believe my apology to be sincere.
All he needed was to take his medication and receive our support
Yet that all turned to dust when we read the letter
And saw the consequences of a life cut short.
It wasn’t Ethan’s fault nor was it ours
We didn’t know how to fight something we couldn’t see
Now I stand before his grave with a bouquet of flowers
Had I seen the signs earlier, how different would things be?
I shamefully realize that I was just a watcher
A useless bystander who preferred to assume that Ethan was okay
He said that he was “fine”, whenever I even bothered…
To ask him. And now he’s gone away.
We didn’t understand the silent war he fought
But deep down I knew that he wasn’t alright
We cut down his body to calm his mother who was distraught
Ethan’s flame had blown out when it once burnt bright.
I was a selfish watcher and I had the warning signs right in front of me
If I had bothered to talk to him more, I could have probably saved his life
Instead, I allowed Ethan to deteriorate to such a degree
That he left behind a young daughter and wife.
I’m sorry Ethan that I didn’t care enough
I’m sorry that I didn’t interfere
I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when things were rough
Think of me what you will, but please believe my apology to be sincere.
Written by LunasChild8
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My Nightmare
I lay still
My complexion pale
My lifeless body on a table
Police tape around the crime scene
My body sliced open
Insides removed
I’ve been filled with black liquid
It drips down my sides
Like ribbons of hate
My innards replaced with waste
My body used
Mutilated
I stare down at the gruesome scene
My corpse defiled
Dehumanized
Trapped in this nightmare
Screaming, screaming
My body doesn’t utter a sound
My soul has been ripped into shreds
My mind is in pieces on the floor
But I lay still
Just as I did before
My complexion pale
My lifeless body on a table
Police tape around the crime scene
My body sliced open
Insides removed
I’ve been filled with black liquid
It drips down my sides
Like ribbons of hate
My innards replaced with waste
My body used
Mutilated
I stare down at the gruesome scene
My corpse defiled
Dehumanized
Trapped in this nightmare
Screaming, screaming
My body doesn’t utter a sound
My soul has been ripped into shreds
My mind is in pieces on the floor
But I lay still
Just as I did before
Written by Heart_symphony
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Watchers to a fearful dark new world.
A tower fell
and all the heads turned
the second fell
and we tuned in
to watch
to see
to witness
to observe,
helpless as the second plane made contact,
already aware of the outcome
watching on fat square televisions
outdated news of a timeless tragedy.
Before our cosy world
of American might and safety
would shatter
like so many glass shards in the towers,
with some of us fearing for cousins
that may or may not be caught beneath.
The smoke and fire all caught on camera
all to see
and none to save;
blissful blind ignorance
before our eyes were opened wide in shock horror
and War was declared on Terrorism;
another event we could not unsee.
Watchers to a fearful dark new world.
and all the heads turned
the second fell
and we tuned in
to watch
to see
to witness
to observe,
helpless as the second plane made contact,
already aware of the outcome
watching on fat square televisions
outdated news of a timeless tragedy.
Before our cosy world
of American might and safety
would shatter
like so many glass shards in the towers,
with some of us fearing for cousins
that may or may not be caught beneath.
The smoke and fire all caught on camera
all to see
and none to save;
blissful blind ignorance
before our eyes were opened wide in shock horror
and War was declared on Terrorism;
another event we could not unsee.
Watchers to a fearful dark new world.
Written by Viddax
(Lord Viddax)
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