Poetry competition CLOSED 24th October 2011 10:04pm
WINNER
beautiful_accident
beautiful_accident
RUNNERS-UP:
hemihead
and Gg78
LET'S SLAM THE FUCK OUT OF EACH OTHER: ROUND 1
(Mr Ghastly
I would like to thank you
for making this so easy)
Between the "kuhs's" and "kant's"
and the piggy jar heart
my brain feels like it has been molested
by your hard-on for bad women
I can't erase it from my thoughts
How many times do i have to flush
before those words go away?
They're like the floating bits
of poorly chewed sweetcorn
that just wont disappear
I doubt anything can rid me
of the pebble dash your "poetry"
has stained the inside of my skull with
I would like to thank you
for making this so easy)
Between the "kuhs's" and "kant's"
and the piggy jar heart
my brain feels like it has been molested
by your hard-on for bad women
I can't erase it from my thoughts
How many times do i have to flush
before those words go away?
They're like the floating bits
of poorly chewed sweetcorn
that just wont disappear
I doubt anything can rid me
of the pebble dash your "poetry"
has stained the inside of my skull with
Anonymous
Gg78 said:Yeah.... I know.... if you repeat.... the same BS... over and over...in the end its your truth... or perhaps just what you believe to be true... Alip said...
Hmm did I upset you in some kind of way?
It's all fare in love and poetry sweetie.. You handed me your truth about me.. And I handed you mine about you.. That's the way things go.. You did a good job.. But you used all my words lol.. You'll get over it one day hopefully.. You may just beat me who knows.. It's all just for kicks right??
Ooooh slow done!
No offence taken at all Gg.
No offence meant either...
Yes its all fair in love & poetry.
Me thinks... I went too far... ooops!
Id marry you... anyway.. you do know that!
Hmm did I upset you in some kind of way?
It's all fare in love and poetry sweetie.. You handed me your truth about me.. And I handed you mine about you.. That's the way things go.. You did a good job.. But you used all my words lol.. You'll get over it one day hopefully.. You may just beat me who knows.. It's all just for kicks right??
Ooooh slow done!
No offence taken at all Gg.
No offence meant either...
Yes its all fair in love & poetry.
Me thinks... I went too far... ooops!
Id marry you... anyway.. you do know that!
Christ almighty,
another beat down
on another mother.
Need to lay off the sauce
so I don't let slip and remind them
what the world is going to be like
to live in for the next generation.
But then, when you're protected
by words like 'iambic' and 'soliloquy'
what rawness will be allowed to get through.
How can the reader even begin to taste
the saltiness of poetry
when they're tapping their skulls
over the concept of 'mercurial distractions.'
I'm reminded of falling asleep
at the hands of an alcoholic English teacher
who wanted to write classics,
but ended up droning on
to a bunch of kids reading dirty stories
under their desks.
You shall 'be engulfed,
a roasted locust smothered in viscid nectar.'
By which time the libraries will all be closed
and all that will be left are the bars
where you will stand, a stranger
confused by the crass nature
of the philosophising drunks
unable to peel back the layers
from what you meant to say.
another beat down
on another mother.
Need to lay off the sauce
so I don't let slip and remind them
what the world is going to be like
to live in for the next generation.
But then, when you're protected
by words like 'iambic' and 'soliloquy'
what rawness will be allowed to get through.
How can the reader even begin to taste
the saltiness of poetry
when they're tapping their skulls
over the concept of 'mercurial distractions.'
I'm reminded of falling asleep
at the hands of an alcoholic English teacher
who wanted to write classics,
but ended up droning on
to a bunch of kids reading dirty stories
under their desks.
You shall 'be engulfed,
a roasted locust smothered in viscid nectar.'
By which time the libraries will all be closed
and all that will be left are the bars
where you will stand, a stranger
confused by the crass nature
of the philosophising drunks
unable to peel back the layers
from what you meant to say.
AliP said:[quote-44954-Gg78]Yeah.... I know.... if you repeat.... the same BS... over and over...in the end its your truth... or perhaps just what you believe to be true... Alip said...
Hmm did I upset you in some kind of way?
It's all fare in love and poetry sweetie.. You handed me your truth about me.. And I handed you mine about you.. That's the way things go.. You did a good job.. But you used all my words lol.. You'll get over it one day hopefully.. You may just beat me who knows.. It's all just for kicks right??
Ooooh slow done!
No offence taken at all Gg.
No offence meant either...
Yes its all fair in love & poetry.
Me thinks... I went too far... ooops!
Id marry you... anyway.. you do know that![/quote].
Haha sorry Sarah asked first that Lap dance excited you I see lol....
Hmm did I upset you in some kind of way?
It's all fare in love and poetry sweetie.. You handed me your truth about me.. And I handed you mine about you.. That's the way things go.. You did a good job.. But you used all my words lol.. You'll get over it one day hopefully.. You may just beat me who knows.. It's all just for kicks right??
Ooooh slow done!
No offence taken at all Gg.
No offence meant either...
Yes its all fair in love & poetry.
Me thinks... I went too far... ooops!
Id marry you... anyway.. you do know that![/quote].
Haha sorry Sarah asked first that Lap dance excited you I see lol....
Anonymous
I'm here, I'm here!!!!! And loving Jamie's entry whilst sipping my glass of Royal Bitch :)
Anonymous
Analouge Seduction
Pumping dialogue
like the tarts you drill
to mask the ripe undercurrent
of marinating regurgitation (that's puke, thank you very much, or poorly re-issued prose).
I would hate to water down your vibrato,
much like melting ice into a good stash of scotch -
wouldn't want the sticky haze of nicotine and spooge diluted,
not when it's supposed to sound manly and unaffected
instead of beardless.
All hail our foul-mouthed modern bard,
full of quick scrutiny and disdain,
eager to flog life to the beat of self destructive smoke and pornography.
Half drown in dead men and tedium.
And scratching in the cynical margins of your adulterated Christ in a cupboard.
Pumping dialogue
like the tarts you drill
to mask the ripe undercurrent
of marinating regurgitation (that's puke, thank you very much, or poorly re-issued prose).
I would hate to water down your vibrato,
much like melting ice into a good stash of scotch -
wouldn't want the sticky haze of nicotine and spooge diluted,
not when it's supposed to sound manly and unaffected
instead of beardless.
All hail our foul-mouthed modern bard,
full of quick scrutiny and disdain,
eager to flog life to the beat of self destructive smoke and pornography.
Half drown in dead men and tedium.
And scratching in the cynical margins of your adulterated Christ in a cupboard.
Aish said:Analouge Seduction
Pumping dialogue
like the tarts you drill
to mask the ripe undercurrent
of marinating regurgitation (that's puke, thank you very much, or poorly re-issued prose).
I would hate to water down your vibrato,
much like melting ice into a good stash of scotch -
wouldn't want the sticky haze of nicotine and spooge diluted,
not when it's supposed to sound manly and unaffected
instead of beardless.
All hail our foul-mouthed modern bard,
full of quick scrutiny and disdain,
eager to flog life to the beat of self destructive smoke and pornography.
Half drown in dead men and tedium.
And scratching in the cynical margins of your adulterated Christ in a cupboard.
Priceless this piece... Well done...
Pumping dialogue
like the tarts you drill
to mask the ripe undercurrent
of marinating regurgitation (that's puke, thank you very much, or poorly re-issued prose).
I would hate to water down your vibrato,
much like melting ice into a good stash of scotch -
wouldn't want the sticky haze of nicotine and spooge diluted,
not when it's supposed to sound manly and unaffected
instead of beardless.
All hail our foul-mouthed modern bard,
full of quick scrutiny and disdain,
eager to flog life to the beat of self destructive smoke and pornography.
Half drown in dead men and tedium.
And scratching in the cynical margins of your adulterated Christ in a cupboard.
Priceless this piece... Well done...
Well... the co-judge and I are having a hell of a time of choosing between Aish's charm and sting vs. Jamie's lingering lesson, so we are going to politely ask for a quick rematch between these two. Are you up for a tie breaker, guys?
