Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd July 2019 11:36pm
WINNER
Eerie
Eerie
A Set of Five Short Poems
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Five Daily Musings
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Buying celery in the market here...
the ladies buy only a few...of the tough outer ribs...
...while I take home the lonely heart...
ll
about spontaneity...
Don't you ever do anything spontaneous? says he
Sure, she says, I married you, my love
...didn't I?...
lll
for all my airs of wisdom
and assurance
I too...am just a small voice in the
darkness...crying... lonely
...looking for the light...
lV
It's clear to me where we came from
look at Mother, it's plain to see
that we...result from the nature of rational chance.
..with an occasional oddity...
V
Try to accept me
...for what I am…
and I will try too
...to accept you...
Buying celery in the market here...
the ladies buy only a few...of the tough outer ribs...
...while I take home the lonely heart...
ll
about spontaneity...
Don't you ever do anything spontaneous? says he
Sure, she says, I married you, my love
...didn't I?...
lll
for all my airs of wisdom
and assurance
I too...am just a small voice in the
darkness...crying... lonely
...looking for the light...
lV
It's clear to me where we came from
look at Mother, it's plain to see
that we...result from the nature of rational chance.
..with an occasional oddity...
V
Try to accept me
...for what I am…
and I will try too
...to accept you...
Written by Ely
(E.A.Rothwell)
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John Smith's Distinct Memories Of 1999
Rainy Days
Others fall from the clouds;
he, falls on them...
If and when
a cloud falls on him,
he cries foul...
Hot July
His wife's best friend
exhibits under the table gestures;
his sensitivities are tickled...
October Blues
His parallel thoughts
of Frontal Attack and frontal nudity
merge in the infinite...
Black Friday
Outside the pawnshop
he window-shops used parts
for building character...
New Year's Resolution
Invents excuses
for always plunging
in moderate depths...
Others fall from the clouds;
he, falls on them...
If and when
a cloud falls on him,
he cries foul...
Hot July
His wife's best friend
exhibits under the table gestures;
his sensitivities are tickled...
October Blues
His parallel thoughts
of Frontal Attack and frontal nudity
merge in the infinite...
Black Friday
Outside the pawnshop
he window-shops used parts
for building character...
New Year's Resolution
Invents excuses
for always plunging
in moderate depths...
Written by takis1917
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Thank you Ely for your collection of random 'shorties'; first time I've ever come across celery in a poem - and it's true, those hard outsides, and the double-level meaning. Nice observation.
Thank you Takis for your comp entry, picking out 'calendar events' with a subtle twist.
Thank you Takis for your comp entry, picking out 'calendar events' with a subtle twist.
THIS NOW…{{I Bleed And Burn Alive In (y)our Love}}…COUNTS TO ETERNITY
I
don’t know what am I?
just let go- the eye of I
lids heave no more.
only light(ness)
Bleed
sandy. his street ID.
decade of a glossy fur turns d(r)eadlock
trend as baldy famine timeline. mere news.
red rust last footprints sink down.as seeds
And
a bird in time, alights
from the grainy buzzing skies
to an uncharted spot, rovers its tiny digits
stamps a deluge of hope over minefields
Burn Alive
your pyre of greed burns down
baby pinks & grass greens...
your stage’s a lie of blown up cut-outs to burnt
effigies..dramatic emotional trauma
In (y)our Love
inner train awakens in writhing pain
benumbed broken tracks spark
as red raging fire..Our Nature within
syncs parallel, Destin(y/ation) Truth
Written by summultima
(uma)
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Short Poems [ String of Haiku and Tanka]
Petals
I see them falling
Twirling slowly in the air
Blown by monsoon wind
Butterflies
Fluttering their wings
Hover over the flowers
On a bright morning
Morning Glory
Unfurl their petals
At the sight of the warm sun
After a cold night
Leaves
Lay on the sidewalk
Wilted, returned to the ground
Their season's over
Nature
Is a reflection
Of life's seasons and changes
Where there's beginning
And ending to everything
That lives and grows in this world
I see them falling
Twirling slowly in the air
Blown by monsoon wind
Butterflies
Fluttering their wings
Hover over the flowers
On a bright morning
Morning Glory
Unfurl their petals
At the sight of the warm sun
After a cold night
Leaves
Lay on the sidewalk
Wilted, returned to the ground
Their season's over
Nature
Is a reflection
Of life's seasons and changes
Where there's beginning
And ending to everything
That lives and grows in this world
Written by Summerrain75
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Watching Waiting and Thinking (Five Short Poems Comp)
(i) Random
Waiting for the train
Watching random passers-by
Thinking no clean shoes
(ii) Tall Grass
Waiting for growth
Watching the tall grass growing
Thinking I should mow
(iii) Paint
Waiting but ready
Watching the first coat paint drying
Thinking, wrong colour
(iv) Bubbles
Waiting for the kettle
Watching for boiling bubbles
Thinking takes too long
(v) Scared
Waiting for a text
Watching my I-phone, then Ding!
Thinking scared to look
Written by David_Macleod
(14397816)
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Penta
Abbreviated soul-
Tucked within a hidden pocket
Folded into an origami thought
Pasted by the inner vision glue
Broken near this piece of mind...
Clock unwound by an infinite time...
High as Jacob's ladder-
Such, on it, drum session that goes beyond beat
So make your hair stand on end like Buckwheat
Breaking the light barrier, shining dark obsolete
In shifting the grooveless fools to beat a retreat...
When you are feeling beatdown, beats-
So, no one writes a song
As such take them along
Then none to sense the beat
Instead, it fills them complete...
Goodbye sigh-
Uttered as a fresh candied sigh
Here a voice rose from on high
Thus caused a near angel decry
So this, her lonely last goodbye...
Train quatrain-
So her love is locked...in a tearless heart
By this golden cage...yet still is set apart
--
A history into future...was written in part
As our sunshine rains...the world into art...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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MAKING SENSE OF THINGS
Smell
A bad smell disappearing
Does not mean
The source is gone-
I might have just
Gotten used to it
Hearing
I can be a Yogi
I tell myself
Even if it all seems overwhelming-
Just look at how I’ve managed
With that never-ending ringing
Sight
I believe that
Plastics are a mistake
Yet without them I can’t see-
Contact lenses are literally
Evolution poking me in the eye
Taste
“You have good taste,” I tell her
Though I’ve never
Bitten into her-
The way I do with
Strawberries
Touch
The closest thing I’ve got
To proof that this is not
All a simulation-
How your specific touch
Makes me feel
A bad smell disappearing
Does not mean
The source is gone-
I might have just
Gotten used to it
Hearing
I can be a Yogi
I tell myself
Even if it all seems overwhelming-
Just look at how I’ve managed
With that never-ending ringing
Sight
I believe that
Plastics are a mistake
Yet without them I can’t see-
Contact lenses are literally
Evolution poking me in the eye
Taste
“You have good taste,” I tell her
Though I’ve never
Bitten into her-
The way I do with
Strawberries
Touch
The closest thing I’ve got
To proof that this is not
All a simulation-
How your specific touch
Makes me feel
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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