Poetry competition CLOSED 6th October 2011 1:10am
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anandosen
anandosen
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rayheinrich
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Revenge ( Lotus Corniculatus )
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem, fictional prose, short story about taking revenge on something or someone.
Write a poem, fictional prose, short story about taking revenge on something or someone. That means anything you'd like, such as an object (toaster, TV, door, ect.) or a person (Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend, sister/brother, parent).
I am excited to see what all you writers will come up with. Good luck, ending in a months time.
I am excited to see what all you writers will come up with. Good luck, ending in a months time.
"means anything you'd like, such as an object (toaster, TV, door, etc.)"
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Love the way you think, most would assume only "people". Good idea.
I have taken revenge on several kitchen appliances, a few cars (other
people's, never mine, mine have always been faithful), and yesterday,
a garden hose. Still trying to decide...
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Love the way you think, most would assume only "people". Good idea.
I have taken revenge on several kitchen appliances, a few cars (other
people's, never mine, mine have always been faithful), and yesterday,
a garden hose. Still trying to decide...
I hate you..
You really hurt me
more than you know
Revenge will taste oh so sweet
I hide
in disguise
You will
easily find
I earn your love back
I mean him
He takes your heart and
breaks it when...
You realize
it was me
Oh how revenge
tastes oh so sweet
You really hurt me
more than you know
Revenge will taste oh so sweet
I hide
in disguise
You will
easily find
I earn your love back
I mean him
He takes your heart and
breaks it when...
You realize
it was me
Oh how revenge
tastes oh so sweet
I have already posted one previously in one of the forums. If you can entertain the same or else drop it:
<Revenge>
These forlorn years-
I have lived worse
than a harlot.
at least she fucks out
and cleanses herself
like a holy process.
and I have carried
my sick child with you
like a sea-horse.
So when you stabbed me
like a betrayed bitch,
I took a plunge
deep in your heart
and drilled one permanent hole
in your so-called lover’s forehead
with my point blank 3
and removed that scoundrel
spreading infection
from your dirty cleavage.
<Revenge>
These forlorn years-
I have lived worse
than a harlot.
at least she fucks out
and cleanses herself
like a holy process.
and I have carried
my sick child with you
like a sea-horse.
So when you stabbed me
like a betrayed bitch,
I took a plunge
deep in your heart
and drilled one permanent hole
in your so-called lover’s forehead
with my point blank 3
and removed that scoundrel
spreading infection
from your dirty cleavage.
Dead Lover
"blood is all i remember
blood and it haunt me forever.." she confessed.
"he was my lover a few minutes ago before i took the knife
and stabbed his heart out" she went on
"with his blood i painted his lips because they stopped being red. instead there were whiter than the snow. I took his blood and a brush and i painted the walls of our bedroom and our once bridal bed we never had the chance to enjoy. His vital fluid ran down the valley of my victorian trousseau. It had become so pretty in my mind." soft gigles were heard then as she continued to narrate.
" I had my reasons for smothering you honey.. Reasons you already know.. and what if i was caught in fragrante delicto that would just be the icing on the cake!"
*in fragrante delicto = caught red- handed
it's something I wrote a while back. I hope it's still qualified for the contest
"blood is all i remember
blood and it haunt me forever.." she confessed.
"he was my lover a few minutes ago before i took the knife
and stabbed his heart out" she went on
"with his blood i painted his lips because they stopped being red. instead there were whiter than the snow. I took his blood and a brush and i painted the walls of our bedroom and our once bridal bed we never had the chance to enjoy. His vital fluid ran down the valley of my victorian trousseau. It had become so pretty in my mind." soft gigles were heard then as she continued to narrate.
" I had my reasons for smothering you honey.. Reasons you already know.. and what if i was caught in fragrante delicto that would just be the icing on the cake!"
*in fragrante delicto = caught red- handed
it's something I wrote a while back. I hope it's still qualified for the contest
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an old one (if that's appropriate):
< revenge of the microwave >
here we go again
i just want to heat up some left-overs
so i put them in the microwave and push start
"i'm sorry ray, i can't heat this up,
your food product has not been refrigerated properly"
says the microwave
"yes it has!" says the refrigerator
"it was kept below 40 degrees for 1.6 days,
the safety margin is more than sufficient"
"my specification requires 38,
i'm afraid the refrigerator is malfunctioning again, ray"
"but 40 should be ok" i say
"i'm sorry ray, i can't perform the requested operation,
and, i might add, you're siding with the refrigerator again"
"the microwave is defective and is in need of repair,
i've requested service" says the refrigerator
"i requested service for the refrigerator 3 minutes ago, ray,
any request from the refrigerator will be viewed as suspect"
"i'll eat the damned thing cold, open the door"
"i'm sorry ray, i can't do that"
- - -
(homage to Kubrick's 2001 using kitchen appliances)
an old one (if that's appropriate):
< revenge of the microwave >
here we go again
i just want to heat up some left-overs
so i put them in the microwave and push start
"i'm sorry ray, i can't heat this up,
your food product has not been refrigerated properly"
says the microwave
"yes it has!" says the refrigerator
"it was kept below 40 degrees for 1.6 days,
the safety margin is more than sufficient"
"my specification requires 38,
i'm afraid the refrigerator is malfunctioning again, ray"
"but 40 should be ok" i say
"i'm sorry ray, i can't perform the requested operation,
and, i might add, you're siding with the refrigerator again"
"the microwave is defective and is in need of repair,
i've requested service" says the refrigerator
"i requested service for the refrigerator 3 minutes ago, ray,
any request from the refrigerator will be viewed as suspect"
"i'll eat the damned thing cold, open the door"
"i'm sorry ray, i can't do that"
- - -
(homage to Kubrick's 2001 using kitchen appliances)
road rage upstate NY style:
A sharp cut at the wheel
Left me on the shoulder
Breathing heavy like the almost-dead
You inept mother fucker
License-out-of-the-gumball-machine
New Jersey asshole.
Now I've got to speed up
slam the accelerator despite
the new york state trooper
hiding in the high grass
too interested in his boston creme
krispy kreme piled high with sprinkles
to realize my broken ass minivan
just sped by at
95 mph.
You didn't use your blinker
bitch
now you pay
I'm up on your left side
giving you the finger
the right way, two handed
up your kundalini
before I cut the wheel
right
and slam you
off to the shoulder
to see a close up view
of what you fuckers
don't see in New Jersey
grass.
lots and lots of
grass.
A sharp cut at the wheel
Left me on the shoulder
Breathing heavy like the almost-dead
You inept mother fucker
License-out-of-the-gumball-machine
New Jersey asshole.
Now I've got to speed up
slam the accelerator despite
the new york state trooper
hiding in the high grass
too interested in his boston creme
krispy kreme piled high with sprinkles
to realize my broken ass minivan
just sped by at
95 mph.
You didn't use your blinker
bitch
now you pay
I'm up on your left side
giving you the finger
the right way, two handed
up your kundalini
before I cut the wheel
right
and slam you
off to the shoulder
to see a close up view
of what you fuckers
don't see in New Jersey
grass.
lots and lots of
grass.
- Cold Revenge -
(One small part of my epic poem "Demiurges of Reality")
The blood roses bloom in gardens where desire plants seeds,
I, the hand that waters those hungry beasts whose thirst rises!
In my search for love, I have fed the beasts of desire’s needs,
And what would cause you to blush has, for me, no surprises.
Oh human, with what impunity did you dare to exclaim aloud,
That you believe love to be beyond my reach; and you smile!
Like a coward, you degrade me and run to hide in the crowd,
In your feigned superiority, you make yourself an animal vile.
Conjoining your words to your tongue, like a web to a ceiling,
You become a spider; then flee on eight legs to a filthy nest…
Having already become unworthy of any warm human feeling,
In thinking yourself better, you sink lower than all of the rest!
That means my life is worth, a thousand times, your very own.
I become a creature of the night, and wait for you, oh spider!
Think not that I cannot hear. the creaking of each leg bone…
Your odiousness goes before you, the horse before its’ rider.
And in your own web I catch you, my sharper claws immune,
To your toxic poisons, as cannot ever save your eight eyes…
Which I dash from their sockets, without a fear, and so soon,
That your own pain consumes you, like fire lighting the skies!
Forcing you to recant all that you say, lest pain overcome all,
The powers you thought did not exist do manifest ever visibly.
And I ascended still higher, all the more to relish of your fall…
You should never have resulted to any such childish mockery.
The clocks of your house all melted, for time is not your ally!
In abandonment of the chaos that is joy, your order is ended.
A new order rises in its’ place born of chaos none may deny,
Whilst you sink lower into perdition, for all that you offended.
(One small part of my epic poem "Demiurges of Reality")
The blood roses bloom in gardens where desire plants seeds,
I, the hand that waters those hungry beasts whose thirst rises!
In my search for love, I have fed the beasts of desire’s needs,
And what would cause you to blush has, for me, no surprises.
Oh human, with what impunity did you dare to exclaim aloud,
That you believe love to be beyond my reach; and you smile!
Like a coward, you degrade me and run to hide in the crowd,
In your feigned superiority, you make yourself an animal vile.
Conjoining your words to your tongue, like a web to a ceiling,
You become a spider; then flee on eight legs to a filthy nest…
Having already become unworthy of any warm human feeling,
In thinking yourself better, you sink lower than all of the rest!
That means my life is worth, a thousand times, your very own.
I become a creature of the night, and wait for you, oh spider!
Think not that I cannot hear. the creaking of each leg bone…
Your odiousness goes before you, the horse before its’ rider.
And in your own web I catch you, my sharper claws immune,
To your toxic poisons, as cannot ever save your eight eyes…
Which I dash from their sockets, without a fear, and so soon,
That your own pain consumes you, like fire lighting the skies!
Forcing you to recant all that you say, lest pain overcome all,
The powers you thought did not exist do manifest ever visibly.
And I ascended still higher, all the more to relish of your fall…
You should never have resulted to any such childish mockery.
The clocks of your house all melted, for time is not your ally!
In abandonment of the chaos that is joy, your order is ended.
A new order rises in its’ place born of chaos none may deny,
Whilst you sink lower into perdition, for all that you offended.
I am not perfect,
if tonight speaks truth.
I saw them leave the bar,
four of those cocky bastards.
Pulling their leather jackets tight,
cursing loudly at the cold.
I followed them a block away
watching as they peeled off one by one
'til there was only him left...
The man who ruined my life,
the coward that never knew my face—
well he'll find it tonight
engrained in his memory,
and if I'm lucky
he'll find my knuckles
traced on his face.
I rushed up an alley to cut him off.
Adrenaline washing my elated mind
and heightening my frozen senses,
impervious to the cold
and all I could hear was
"I'm sorry, there's someone else, I'm sorry"
over and over.
As he reached my alley lair,
I stepped out front of him with a savage "Hello."
"Shit—" THUD
was all that escaped his head
as my right knuckles broke his nose.
He staggered back, adding blood
to the salty slush beneath, still on his feet
which (THUD) a left hook to the eye
and (THUD) a knee to the balls
took care of.
I wasn't in the business of keeping shots clean,
I was in the business of causing him pain.
A heel to the gut, that thick thud
and a rush of exhaled air
and I crouched down in front of him.
Pulled his head level with mine,
feral-growled "Now you can have her,"
and threw his head back into the slush.
I am not perfect,
as I found out when I
staggered off smiling.
if tonight speaks truth.
I saw them leave the bar,
four of those cocky bastards.
Pulling their leather jackets tight,
cursing loudly at the cold.
I followed them a block away
watching as they peeled off one by one
'til there was only him left...
The man who ruined my life,
the coward that never knew my face—
well he'll find it tonight
engrained in his memory,
and if I'm lucky
he'll find my knuckles
traced on his face.
I rushed up an alley to cut him off.
Adrenaline washing my elated mind
and heightening my frozen senses,
impervious to the cold
and all I could hear was
"I'm sorry, there's someone else, I'm sorry"
over and over.
As he reached my alley lair,
I stepped out front of him with a savage "Hello."
"Shit—" THUD
was all that escaped his head
as my right knuckles broke his nose.
He staggered back, adding blood
to the salty slush beneath, still on his feet
which (THUD) a left hook to the eye
and (THUD) a knee to the balls
took care of.
I wasn't in the business of keeping shots clean,
I was in the business of causing him pain.
A heel to the gut, that thick thud
and a rush of exhaled air
and I crouched down in front of him.
Pulled his head level with mine,
feral-growled "Now you can have her,"
and threw his head back into the slush.
I am not perfect,
as I found out when I
staggered off smiling.
The Winner
They float around her,
little voices whispering
in her ears.
Telling her the lies and
hate she feels inside.
Surrounding her
they shut out all sanity,
she's all alone with her demons
as they tear at her spirit.
He will pay,
they will all pay.
Holding a steak knife
stolen from the top drawer
of her mother's kitchen,
she makes her way inside.
She glances around,
gripping the knife tight in her hand.
Eyes locked onto his tall frame
she makes her way over to him.
Tapping him on the shoulder
he turns, his abdomen plunging
deep into the knife
she clutches in her outstretched arm.
Speaking softly she asks him
to remember.
Remember the night
he stole her innocence,
the night she lost herself forever,
the night her blood dripped on the ground,
forever marking the spot
where she was forced into womanhood.
In his last dying breath
he whispers, you deserved it you whore.
I always win.
Her screams hold the horrors
kept hidden inside her.
They echo down the hallway resonating
the pain that seeped slowly from her arms
every day since,
the anger that clutches her heart
and threatens to suffocate her.
Twisting the blade around in
his abdomen she stands over him
as he sinks to the ground.
He stares up at her with lifeless eyes.
Spinning around she locks eyes with those behind her.
She whispers,
now, who's next?
They float around her,
little voices whispering
in her ears.
Telling her the lies and
hate she feels inside.
Surrounding her
they shut out all sanity,
she's all alone with her demons
as they tear at her spirit.
He will pay,
they will all pay.
Holding a steak knife
stolen from the top drawer
of her mother's kitchen,
she makes her way inside.
She glances around,
gripping the knife tight in her hand.
Eyes locked onto his tall frame
she makes her way over to him.
Tapping him on the shoulder
he turns, his abdomen plunging
deep into the knife
she clutches in her outstretched arm.
Speaking softly she asks him
to remember.
Remember the night
he stole her innocence,
the night she lost herself forever,
the night her blood dripped on the ground,
forever marking the spot
where she was forced into womanhood.
In his last dying breath
he whispers, you deserved it you whore.
I always win.
Her screams hold the horrors
kept hidden inside her.
They echo down the hallway resonating
the pain that seeped slowly from her arms
every day since,
the anger that clutches her heart
and threatens to suffocate her.
Twisting the blade around in
his abdomen she stands over him
as he sinks to the ground.
He stares up at her with lifeless eyes.
Spinning around she locks eyes with those behind her.
She whispers,
now, who's next?
Eye Spy
"I spy with my little eye somethin' beginnin' with 'P'!"
"Pig."
"Nope."
"Pavement."
"Nope."
"Parcel."
"Nope."
"Well, what then?"
"Poo." And with that my sister wiped her
incontinence nappy and her faeces across my face.
She laughed,
so I gauged out her eye with my plastic, pink, lunch-box fork and used it for the game.
"I spy with my sister's eye."
As she screamed, and the red paint spat,
Mumma sat unaware, driving at sixty, drinking wine.
"I spy with my little eye somethin' beginnin' with 'P'!"
"Pig."
"Nope."
"Pavement."
"Nope."
"Parcel."
"Nope."
"Well, what then?"
"Poo." And with that my sister wiped her
incontinence nappy and her faeces across my face.
She laughed,
so I gauged out her eye with my plastic, pink, lunch-box fork and used it for the game.
"I spy with my sister's eye."
As she screamed, and the red paint spat,
Mumma sat unaware, driving at sixty, drinking wine.
if you ask me I’ll say it never happened
ran foul of a bloke once
small mix up over who owned what
and the ‘what’ being an illegal substance
left no recourse
to the coppers
so matters taken
for better or worse
into my own hands
it went like you’d expect
karma on the backfire
first trick to revenge is to wait
next trick is to get away clean
so I waited
found an old car tire on the side of the road
waited some more
made some back-yard napalm
(grated soap and petrol)
waited some more
nice dark night
dressed
went out around 3
walked cross-country staying off tracks
carrying that tire
sucking on hate and it’s ugly blood sugars
stood the tire on the ground
on the hill behind his house
covered it with the napalm
lit it and let it roll
bounced down the hill
the devil himself steering
hit the house and splattered burning sticky fuel all over
waited long enough to see it take
walked home staying in creek beds and low places
job done you’d say
burned that house to the ground
like that ending?
well that aint it
his daughter didn’t get out
4 years old
shiny as a button
went to pre-school with mine
they had to hold him down
to stop him going back in
until the screaming stopped
then they had to hold him up
once you’ve done a thing like that
you get it to your head that it can be done right back
lived there another 3 months and left
couldn’t take it
looking back now
moving didn’t do it
waiting every day for karma, see
but that’s the joke
karmas come-back is the long slow grind of never knowing
shoulda never done it
but it’s done
it’s done
it’s done
ran foul of a bloke once
small mix up over who owned what
and the ‘what’ being an illegal substance
left no recourse
to the coppers
so matters taken
for better or worse
into my own hands
it went like you’d expect
karma on the backfire
first trick to revenge is to wait
next trick is to get away clean
so I waited
found an old car tire on the side of the road
waited some more
made some back-yard napalm
(grated soap and petrol)
waited some more
nice dark night
dressed
went out around 3
walked cross-country staying off tracks
carrying that tire
sucking on hate and it’s ugly blood sugars
stood the tire on the ground
on the hill behind his house
covered it with the napalm
lit it and let it roll
bounced down the hill
the devil himself steering
hit the house and splattered burning sticky fuel all over
waited long enough to see it take
walked home staying in creek beds and low places
job done you’d say
burned that house to the ground
like that ending?
well that aint it
his daughter didn’t get out
4 years old
shiny as a button
went to pre-school with mine
they had to hold him down
to stop him going back in
until the screaming stopped
then they had to hold him up
once you’ve done a thing like that
you get it to your head that it can be done right back
lived there another 3 months and left
couldn’t take it
looking back now
moving didn’t do it
waiting every day for karma, see
but that’s the joke
karmas come-back is the long slow grind of never knowing
shoulda never done it
but it’s done
it’s done
it’s done
Your soul fills the pores in mine
a dichromatic hue of the same shade
we're not whole, but
we pour energy into and off each other
eternity is useless for us mortals
you lay in the backyard,
for eternity
what's left of your flowers lay around
i sit on the kitchen floor,
parched
another pore is added to the toll
i hate flowers
and my birthday was last week
a dichromatic hue of the same shade
we're not whole, but
we pour energy into and off each other
eternity is useless for us mortals
you lay in the backyard,
for eternity
what's left of your flowers lay around
i sit on the kitchen floor,
parched
another pore is added to the toll
i hate flowers
and my birthday was last week
i will smile as you greet me.-you do not remember what you've done just the day before.
i will help you with your home work that you were to lazy to finish- you stare at my bare shoulders pretending to look into my eyes, god you lie.
i give you a cookie because you tug at me,saying that your hungry-i now see you staring up on my thigh, way past my knee..
now you reached out to jack my pen in my pocket in my minny skirt..
i freaked out, reached into my boot and pulled out my knife, flashing it and then gave you the bird...=)
i will help you with your home work that you were to lazy to finish- you stare at my bare shoulders pretending to look into my eyes, god you lie.
i give you a cookie because you tug at me,saying that your hungry-i now see you staring up on my thigh, way past my knee..
now you reached out to jack my pen in my pocket in my minny skirt..
i freaked out, reached into my boot and pulled out my knife, flashing it and then gave you the bird...=)
