Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd July 2011 6:00pm
WINNER
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
RUNNER-UP:
trysca
Under The Influence
Anonymous
Thank you Ray
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Having lived in the centre of Paris myself, I wish to point out that the denizens of that city frequently take it upon themselves to jump the ticket barrier for the Metro to avoid paying en masse during the rush hour. And because of this fact alone - even if it is fuelled by Pernod fumes - I forgive them for any other rudeness or quirky behaviour towards visitors. That noble defiant gesture against authority is worth more than any amount of magnificent architecture or contrived artiness for tourists on the banks of the Seine. Ca marche!
Anonymous
This was written under a high that can only be defined madness, dont know if it fits the bill Cthonian!
The nightsky
ruptures its heavy gulit
from bright silver sutures
of old patching up.
Yesterday is a witch
always concocting newer potions.
She is green tonight,
wooing me from beneath
lulling furrows of this dark river,
much like lines blooming on your brow.
Inside somewhere my phone
sings its dreary soliloquy.
I am on a high
to know I can let things go by.
Might as well throw
my bloody, leaking notebooks first
before my smile
that you so loved
melt unseen in the green.
The nightsky
ruptures its heavy gulit
from bright silver sutures
of old patching up.
Yesterday is a witch
always concocting newer potions.
She is green tonight,
wooing me from beneath
lulling furrows of this dark river,
much like lines blooming on your brow.
Inside somewhere my phone
sings its dreary soliloquy.
I am on a high
to know I can let things go by.
Might as well throw
my bloody, leaking notebooks first
before my smile
that you so loved
melt unseen in the green.
Anonymous
Great entries everyone, really enjyoed them - I'll be closing this on Monday.
Half a Shandy (at lunchtime)
I'm singing in the rain
my head's a hole
where the tune drips through
undress me now
why is my best china on display
all over the floor
I would snuggle my head
and dive into
your belly's soft down
surrender to me
your mohair mountains
let them undulate in my mirage
u n d u l a t e
Thrice up from the pavement
we strode
and now
this ungainly mug
steams coffee in my face
I'm all tangled up
so it's a good job you're here
you're good at gathering
my things
These clouds
have set me foolish
like two husks
from a cracked nut
because the best part
is already swallowed
all gone
gone
gone
and if you weren't here
there'd be nobody fucking home
not one pissed up soul.
I'm singing in the rain
my head's a hole
where the tune drips through
undress me now
why is my best china on display
all over the floor
I would snuggle my head
and dive into
your belly's soft down
surrender to me
your mohair mountains
let them undulate in my mirage
u n d u l a t e
Thrice up from the pavement
we strode
and now
this ungainly mug
steams coffee in my face
I'm all tangled up
so it's a good job you're here
you're good at gathering
my things
These clouds
have set me foolish
like two husks
from a cracked nut
because the best part
is already swallowed
all gone
gone
gone
and if you weren't here
there'd be nobody fucking home
not one pissed up soul.
Anonymous
Apologies all, I'd forgotten all about this little contest. I'll be looking at the entries again this week and will hopefully make another post about something soon.
As Pissed as a Rugby Player
I'm home
drag me upstairs
and let's see
who's too drunk to fuck
I didn't get these scars
in the bedroom
I got them on the pitch
My own
vomit
doesn't frighten me
not even blood
but up those stairs
a limp dick
hurts more
than a forward pass
I'm home
drag me upstairs
and let's see
who's too drunk to fuck
I didn't get these scars
in the bedroom
I got them on the pitch
My own
vomit
doesn't frighten me
not even blood
but up those stairs
a limp dick
hurts more
than a forward pass
here we go - this was under the influence, but a tad old, but im new to sharing the work so be gentle
eye behind the eye
staring back at me
crystaiised again
ceiling closing in
not sure which way
liquidised again
blood pooling
not boiling, spiling
liquid eyes AGAIN!
eye behind the eye
staring back at me
crystaiised again
ceiling closing in
not sure which way
liquidised again
blood pooling
not boiling, spiling
liquid eyes AGAIN!
although this may be closed or not,
i'd still like to indulge
sitting in this all night diner,
(indulging myself in these pleasures of the wealth)
these Camel cigarettes and two sunny-side up eggs,
i think of the Fox, the Crow, and the Cookie,
how my coffee is a bitter black shade,
the patrons in the booth behind me,
ordering their sodas'
and i'm not sure if my stomachs' just weak,
if it's my rust colored beard,
these left over hashbrowns,
or if the presence (or lack of so) of people
that makes me want to vomit,
Check!
i get up and leave.
i'd still like to indulge
sitting in this all night diner,
(indulging myself in these pleasures of the wealth)
these Camel cigarettes and two sunny-side up eggs,
i think of the Fox, the Crow, and the Cookie,
how my coffee is a bitter black shade,
the patrons in the booth behind me,
ordering their sodas'
and i'm not sure if my stomachs' just weak,
if it's my rust colored beard,
these left over hashbrowns,
or if the presence (or lack of so) of people
that makes me want to vomit,
Check!
i get up and leave.
Anonymous
Due to my gargantuan amounts of lethargy, this thread will still be ongoing. It's probably more interesting to have somewhere to submit your doped-up poetry. Great entries everyone.
Anonymous
Dammit A, I had no idea that habitual drug users were so transparent!
