Poetry competition CLOSED 25th February 2012 2:13pm
WINNER
lightbaron
lightbaron
RUNNERS-UP:
Jestalessa
and kriticool
Un said
you're a full collection of paint-filled pipe bombs
gone off in confined spaces
-muted-
but for the blazes of pure's burn & colour
come up in the residue
of your explosions --
and you speak river
sustaining
for blade, fur & scale
dippin' currents dragging deep
under words that crash & hiss
at all them taller solids stubbornly insisting on stasis
the weight of what may be and what may not's only
about as heavy as a bluebottle
but sings the same [bloody] song --
-and-
that's where your emotives' translations 'ting'
like crystal in the chaos
'cause, darlin'
grit
gives just as good as the river
________
p.s. [thank you, Missy!]
gone off in confined spaces
-muted-
but for the blazes of pure's burn & colour
come up in the residue
of your explosions --
and you speak river
sustaining
for blade, fur & scale
dippin' currents dragging deep
under words that crash & hiss
at all them taller solids stubbornly insisting on stasis
the weight of what may be and what may not's only
about as heavy as a bluebottle
but sings the same [bloody] song --
-and-
that's where your emotives' translations 'ting'
like crystal in the chaos
'cause, darlin'
grit
gives just as good as the river
________
p.s. [thank you, Missy!]
A Familiar World (SP Summerscales)
I just know
on this slippery
spherical
globe
the breath
of fate
or some other wind
should've blown
if only whats written
could grow wings
that could've flown
to a turn
to a different time
where you were all mine
and I was in your world
that of my pretty girl
a dreamer I know
sorry I couldn't help it though
just kick me from this here stool
anything other than this would do
its a cruel , cruel
world of awful reality
messing with my dying
my unlawful so called sanity
you live and breathe
in a computer
thats infront of me
your pictures and words
without doubt profound
from a foreign country
in a familiar world
without sound
but loud to me
even though your voice
has never been heard
I hope you hear this
from me .
I just know
on this slippery
spherical
globe
the breath
of fate
or some other wind
should've blown
if only whats written
could grow wings
that could've flown
to a turn
to a different time
where you were all mine
and I was in your world
that of my pretty girl
a dreamer I know
sorry I couldn't help it though
just kick me from this here stool
anything other than this would do
its a cruel , cruel
world of awful reality
messing with my dying
my unlawful so called sanity
you live and breathe
in a computer
thats infront of me
your pictures and words
without doubt profound
from a foreign country
in a familiar world
without sound
but loud to me
even though your voice
has never been heard
I hope you hear this
from me .
Anonymous
yeah OK so you did prove your head isn’t massive
but then again
for all I know
that can you stood next to
in the photo you sent for proof
was tiny
hell, when it gets down to it
you might well have a third breast growing out of your back
in fact if I’m strictly correct I don’t actually know you even have a back...could your front just be a front for having no back?
Oh, and obviously the vixenish voice is some free-to-download computer program
to add some twist of nut-tightening sex-kitten-a-thon
to what is probably a small-town Scottish brogue full of swearwords and 58 words for herring
but that’s all good by me
since
ultimately
as a man grows older
he learns that all women are inherently disappointing
once the urge-of-the-new press for poontang wears off
and at least this way there will never be something
as distasteful as a child
to fight for cash over
so yeah let’s call it the real deal baby
as long as you believe I am endlessly interesting
and hung like a metaphorical horse
can I have a yay and a neigh.....
but then again
for all I know
that can you stood next to
in the photo you sent for proof
was tiny
hell, when it gets down to it
you might well have a third breast growing out of your back
in fact if I’m strictly correct I don’t actually know you even have a back...could your front just be a front for having no back?
Oh, and obviously the vixenish voice is some free-to-download computer program
to add some twist of nut-tightening sex-kitten-a-thon
to what is probably a small-town Scottish brogue full of swearwords and 58 words for herring
but that’s all good by me
since
ultimately
as a man grows older
he learns that all women are inherently disappointing
once the urge-of-the-new press for poontang wears off
and at least this way there will never be something
as distasteful as a child
to fight for cash over
so yeah let’s call it the real deal baby
as long as you believe I am endlessly interesting
and hung like a metaphorical horse
can I have a yay and a neigh.....
BROKEN PROMISES
Nothings promised tomorrow today
In the moment
As the breeze awakens the dreary leaves
And the bamboos sing their song
A look touches her desires
Everything is spoken
With nothing said
Tales of stories told
From places nowhere found
Two meet secretly
To witness first handily
What could never been dreamt
To experience a hope of love
A promise of security
Forgetting the world as it turns
Together
A promise with no regret
Or thought of regret
Hands caress a cheek
Fingers through hair
Eyes locked in suspense
Lips tip to touch
Passionate squeezes
To sounds of passion
A roller coaster ride
Bodies tied in ecstasy
To an explosion of pleasures
Sipping the moment
Forgetting time
And as two ships in the night
Bodies pull apart
Hands grasping on to what could have been
Not wanting to show her weakness
She won’t turn around
She’s a woman of strength
Independence
Not needing another to complete her
But still
Her eyes welled with drops of vulnerability
Caged by her wills
And again
She looks back
And yells with no voice
He’s now too far to hear her heart shout
And yet again
She braves the weathers alone
Easily accepting a next beautiful tongue
Being trapped in fantastic fantasy
Never again
She promised
Until the next perfect man comes along
That makes her think of tomorrow
Today.
Nothings promised tomorrow today
In the moment
As the breeze awakens the dreary leaves
And the bamboos sing their song
A look touches her desires
Everything is spoken
With nothing said
Tales of stories told
From places nowhere found
Two meet secretly
To witness first handily
What could never been dreamt
To experience a hope of love
A promise of security
Forgetting the world as it turns
Together
A promise with no regret
Or thought of regret
Hands caress a cheek
Fingers through hair
Eyes locked in suspense
Lips tip to touch
Passionate squeezes
To sounds of passion
A roller coaster ride
Bodies tied in ecstasy
To an explosion of pleasures
Sipping the moment
Forgetting time
And as two ships in the night
Bodies pull apart
Hands grasping on to what could have been
Not wanting to show her weakness
She won’t turn around
She’s a woman of strength
Independence
Not needing another to complete her
But still
Her eyes welled with drops of vulnerability
Caged by her wills
And again
She looks back
And yells with no voice
He’s now too far to hear her heart shout
And yet again
She braves the weathers alone
Easily accepting a next beautiful tongue
Being trapped in fantastic fantasy
Never again
She promised
Until the next perfect man comes along
That makes her think of tomorrow
Today.
i just backspaced an hour and a half
of bravado,
detailing the many nuances
of power my phrasing,
must have over your pheromones.
i even warned you my dear,
that blah blah blah,
i want you to love me, blah blah blah
and if you dont, blah blah blah
i will blah blah blah!
(shakes fist)
but truth be told,
i slayed that dragon
of alone time animosity,
and angst
a long, long
time ago.
i came creeping back to this peaceable kingdom
of creativity, craving simply
a kind word.
and yes, of course, a kind word comes
as criticism, even if harsh at times.
and a kind word can come as two reads,
when i thought i should have a thousand,
because its two more than i had in those trenches of torment,
and on that razors edge,(of where "real" art is made).
I have a whole wide big and real life,
thats reduced to residue,
and gratefully,
when i notice that you have seen and accepted,
my peaks and plummets in this province of poetry.
of bravado,
detailing the many nuances
of power my phrasing,
must have over your pheromones.
i even warned you my dear,
that blah blah blah,
i want you to love me, blah blah blah
and if you dont, blah blah blah
i will blah blah blah!
(shakes fist)
but truth be told,
i slayed that dragon
of alone time animosity,
and angst
a long, long
time ago.
i came creeping back to this peaceable kingdom
of creativity, craving simply
a kind word.
and yes, of course, a kind word comes
as criticism, even if harsh at times.
and a kind word can come as two reads,
when i thought i should have a thousand,
because its two more than i had in those trenches of torment,
and on that razors edge,(of where "real" art is made).
I have a whole wide big and real life,
thats reduced to residue,
and gratefully,
when i notice that you have seen and accepted,
my peaks and plummets in this province of poetry.
Anonymous
lightbaron said:i just backspaced an hour and a half
of bravado,
detailing the many nuances
of power my phrasing,
must have over your pheromones.
i even warned you my dear,
that blah blah blah,
i want you to love me, blah blah blah
and if you dont, blah blah blah
i will blah blah blah!
(shakes fist)
but truth be told,
i slayed that dragon
of alone time animosity,
and angst
a long, long
time ago.
i came creeping back to this peaceable kingdom
of creativity, craving simply
a kind word.
and yes, of course, a kind word comes
as criticism, even if harsh at times.
and a kind word can come as two reads,
when i thought i should have a thousand,
because its two more than i had in those trenches of torment,
and on that razors edge,(of where "real" art is made).
I have a whole wide big and real life,
thats reduced to residue,
and gratefully,
when i notice that you have seen and accepted,
my peaks and plummets in this province of poetry.
Cute mate, very cute
DP
of bravado,
detailing the many nuances
of power my phrasing,
must have over your pheromones.
i even warned you my dear,
that blah blah blah,
i want you to love me, blah blah blah
and if you dont, blah blah blah
i will blah blah blah!
(shakes fist)
but truth be told,
i slayed that dragon
of alone time animosity,
and angst
a long, long
time ago.
i came creeping back to this peaceable kingdom
of creativity, craving simply
a kind word.
and yes, of course, a kind word comes
as criticism, even if harsh at times.
and a kind word can come as two reads,
when i thought i should have a thousand,
because its two more than i had in those trenches of torment,
and on that razors edge,(of where "real" art is made).
I have a whole wide big and real life,
thats reduced to residue,
and gratefully,
when i notice that you have seen and accepted,
my peaks and plummets in this province of poetry.
Cute mate, very cute
DP
Anonymous
Remembering Yourself
Rush, rush, rush
Rush, rush, rush
Even in sleep
you move your feet
Pant, pant, pant
Pant, pant, pant
In dreams you run a race
that never seems to end
You go through your day awake
but are you really?
Do you spend moments reflecting
on your needs, wishes and wellbeing?
While everyone else is cared for
and tucked in their blankets
have you taken a second to dwell
on your own comfort?
You live a selfless life
obligating youself to others
slicing your time into pieces
and giving away your minutes
to the wants and whims of the helpless
Will it be that only in death
you will find rest?
No! Because my arms were made
to fight the cold for you
to hold you in warmth's embrace
My hands were made
to massage away your worries
to make you forget all else but their caress
My lips were made
to worship you
to make you feel alive
So, relax, relax, relax
Relax, relax, relax
Be with me and choose to forget
the world that waits for you
beyond our kiss
Don't be afraid to become lost
in what can be
if you just let it
With me you are free
to be, to be, to be
yourself
Rush, rush, rush
Rush, rush, rush
Even in sleep
you move your feet
Pant, pant, pant
Pant, pant, pant
In dreams you run a race
that never seems to end
You go through your day awake
but are you really?
Do you spend moments reflecting
on your needs, wishes and wellbeing?
While everyone else is cared for
and tucked in their blankets
have you taken a second to dwell
on your own comfort?
You live a selfless life
obligating youself to others
slicing your time into pieces
and giving away your minutes
to the wants and whims of the helpless
Will it be that only in death
you will find rest?
No! Because my arms were made
to fight the cold for you
to hold you in warmth's embrace
My hands were made
to massage away your worries
to make you forget all else but their caress
My lips were made
to worship you
to make you feel alive
So, relax, relax, relax
Relax, relax, relax
Be with me and choose to forget
the world that waits for you
beyond our kiss
Don't be afraid to become lost
in what can be
if you just let it
With me you are free
to be, to be, to be
yourself
Chaos Found Me
Such passonite words with every intention
So much in common with you I feel this connection
The way you hate with glorious reason
My shadowed mind is considering treason
Such mystery behind your past
Slowly revealing to me atlast
Becoming my favorite brand of art
Inspireing me from the very start
Tortured souls of our own abyss
Intertwineing together starting this
All the beautiful men are swine inside
A thought once mine you've helped subside
And showed me lust I've never know
The way you talk I know it shows
A heart that's dead has found a beat
One that's sworn agianst conceit
I can't help but prase what's under your clothes
Embodying the morbid beauty of a dead rose
The way you think is always so clever
Sometimes wishing we could talk forever
And its when you pour out your heart and soul
It pains me inside filling me with sole
I wish I could admit my feelings for you
But physical conection we can never do
So ill settle with freindship unwillillingly
Fumeing the chaos of my longings identity
Such passonite words with every intention
So much in common with you I feel this connection
The way you hate with glorious reason
My shadowed mind is considering treason
Such mystery behind your past
Slowly revealing to me atlast
Becoming my favorite brand of art
Inspireing me from the very start
Tortured souls of our own abyss
Intertwineing together starting this
All the beautiful men are swine inside
A thought once mine you've helped subside
And showed me lust I've never know
The way you talk I know it shows
A heart that's dead has found a beat
One that's sworn agianst conceit
I can't help but prase what's under your clothes
Embodying the morbid beauty of a dead rose
The way you think is always so clever
Sometimes wishing we could talk forever
And its when you pour out your heart and soul
It pains me inside filling me with sole
I wish I could admit my feelings for you
But physical conection we can never do
So ill settle with freindship unwillillingly
Fumeing the chaos of my longings identity
Anonymous
Excellent entries so far! Keep 'em coming!
Top Of My List
I know that you're smart
I can just say , see
that you're pretty ,
there's no bells on no hat
and god damn it , you're sexy ,
you know where it's at
although you don't see me
five syllables they smack
my sense is on the contrary ,
you're like a baseball bat
you knock me to next week ,
my rational goes slack
from your volcanic heat .
Sepia the tone
to get to you , I hope
your descriptions
are bending
as 'more' is the ending
my words are now lending
my own Hangman rope .
What do you think
as my boat now sinks ,
I've pulled the plug on it
but it is what it is ,
I chase what I covet ,
you're top of my list .
I know that you're smart
I can just say , see
that you're pretty ,
there's no bells on no hat
and god damn it , you're sexy ,
you know where it's at
although you don't see me
five syllables they smack
my sense is on the contrary ,
you're like a baseball bat
you knock me to next week ,
my rational goes slack
from your volcanic heat .
Sepia the tone
to get to you , I hope
your descriptions
are bending
as 'more' is the ending
my words are now lending
my own Hangman rope .
What do you think
as my boat now sinks ,
I've pulled the plug on it
but it is what it is ,
I chase what I covet ,
you're top of my list .
Anonymous
This is gonna be real hard to judge! I'm torn between two at the top just now. Providing I don't get any more in the next few hours... I've enjoyed reading them all, wondering who they're about...
This is for the people to whom I never gave proper closure.
Voicemail
*You have 3 unheard messages. First unheard message:
Hi, its [someone].
Yea,
I know, shocking.
It's been a while.
So uh . . .
How have you been? How is your mom?
I miss those blueberry pies she made
for you on your birthday.
How are classes, your graduating this summer, right?
Sorry, I can't remember. I hope I didn't miss it.
You are probably wondering
why I am calling so out
of the blue.
Well, to tell you the truth,
everything that happened . . .
*End of message*
*Next unheard message:
Sorry where was I . . .
Oh yea,
I was just thinking about everything
that happened between us and
I just wanted to call to apologize.
I realize it is way over due.
You know I don't even remember
what we were fighting about.
All I remember is I called you
[that thing ]
and yelled about
how right I was,
you got mad and stormed out.
It didn't even matter because being
right about something isn't always
the right thing and. . .
*End of message*
*Next unheard message:
Wow, the end of that last message
didn't really make sense.
What I want to say is that I haven't
talked to you since that day
and I miss that.
You know, talking.
Anyway I am sorry and if you don't call
that's cool, but if you did
it would mean a lot.
So bye and I will stop
crowding up your inbox now.
BEEEEP
*End of Messages*
Voicemail
*You have 3 unheard messages. First unheard message:
Hi, its [someone].
Yea,
I know, shocking.
It's been a while.
So uh . . .
How have you been? How is your mom?
I miss those blueberry pies she made
for you on your birthday.
How are classes, your graduating this summer, right?
Sorry, I can't remember. I hope I didn't miss it.
You are probably wondering
why I am calling so out
of the blue.
Well, to tell you the truth,
everything that happened . . .
*End of message*
*Next unheard message:
Sorry where was I . . .
Oh yea,
I was just thinking about everything
that happened between us and
I just wanted to call to apologize.
I realize it is way over due.
You know I don't even remember
what we were fighting about.
All I remember is I called you
[that thing ]
and yelled about
how right I was,
you got mad and stormed out.
It didn't even matter because being
right about something isn't always
the right thing and. . .
*End of message*
*Next unheard message:
Wow, the end of that last message
didn't really make sense.
What I want to say is that I haven't
talked to you since that day
and I miss that.
You know, talking.
Anyway I am sorry and if you don't call
that's cool, but if you did
it would mean a lot.
So bye and I will stop
crowding up your inbox now.
BEEEEP
*End of Messages*
Read Me
I don't necessarily believe in love at first sight
But have you ever seen that person, and then a smile comes to your face
That smile that you bite your lip just to hide
When really, nobody is around to notice the way you're letting yourself get vulnerable
That's the smile you give me
But why? Why is that?!
I'v never met you
I probably never will get to hear your accent
See you darling children
But I do know, that before I read your poetry
I see that face and a smile comes
And then I read your poetry
My mind is taken but such vast remarks on how you view things
Words are as fascinating as you are
I hope you see it
I hope you see me
I hope you read me
I don't necessarily believe in love at first sight
But have you ever seen that person, and then a smile comes to your face
That smile that you bite your lip just to hide
When really, nobody is around to notice the way you're letting yourself get vulnerable
That's the smile you give me
But why? Why is that?!
I'v never met you
I probably never will get to hear your accent
See you darling children
But I do know, that before I read your poetry
I see that face and a smile comes
And then I read your poetry
My mind is taken but such vast remarks on how you view things
Words are as fascinating as you are
I hope you see it
I hope you see me
I hope you read me
Anonymous
Congratulations to LightBaron, I really felt your piece captured the essence of the comp and was really touching. Kriticool - your poem 'unsaid' also captured me. And jestalessa's piece was just beautiful and deserved to be up there. It was very hard to judge, they were all excellent. Well done!
Deathproof said:[quote-64862-lightbaron]i just backspaced an hour and a half
of bravado,
detailing the many nuances
of power my phrasing,
must have over your pheromones.
i even warned you my dear,
that blah blah blah,
i want you to love me, blah blah blah
and if you dont, blah blah blah
i will blah blah blah!
(shakes fist)
but truth be told,
i slayed that dragon
of alone time animosity,
and angst
a long, long
time ago.
i came creeping back to this peaceable kingdom
of creativity, craving simply
a kind word.
and yes, of course, a kind word comes
as criticism, even if harsh at times.
and a kind word can come as two reads,
when i thought i should have a thousand,
because its two more than i had in those trenches of torment,
and on that razors edge,(of where "real" art is made).
I have a whole wide big and real life,
thats reduced to residue,
and gratefully,
when i notice that you have seen and accepted,
my peaks and plummets in this province of poetry.
Cute mate, very cute
DP[/quote]
ya mon, wat he said
with a Big Ole CONGRATS
.
.
of bravado,
detailing the many nuances
of power my phrasing,
must have over your pheromones.
i even warned you my dear,
that blah blah blah,
i want you to love me, blah blah blah
and if you dont, blah blah blah
i will blah blah blah!
(shakes fist)
but truth be told,
i slayed that dragon
of alone time animosity,
and angst
a long, long
time ago.
i came creeping back to this peaceable kingdom
of creativity, craving simply
a kind word.
and yes, of course, a kind word comes
as criticism, even if harsh at times.
and a kind word can come as two reads,
when i thought i should have a thousand,
because its two more than i had in those trenches of torment,
and on that razors edge,(of where "real" art is made).
I have a whole wide big and real life,
thats reduced to residue,
and gratefully,
when i notice that you have seen and accepted,
my peaks and plummets in this province of poetry.
Cute mate, very cute
DP[/quote]
ya mon, wat he said
with a Big Ole CONGRATS
.
.
