Poetry competition CLOSED 7th April 2012 11:38pm
WINNER
PierreTheMad
PierreTheMad
RUNNERS-UP:
cjmshadow
and MrAlptraum
Son/Daughter/Mother/Father
My Mommy The Mortician
Dear Moon,
Pretty Soon You'll See
Mommy's Job Requires Alot
And Takes Alot Outta Me..
I Take The Graveyard Shift
At The Morgue Alone At night..
But I Promise To Be Home Soon
To Tuck You In Tight..
I Won't Let The Monsters Get you
They Better Be Submissive..
Because Dear,
Your Mommy's A Mortician..
I Stay Up Late At Night
Painting Peoples Faces..
And Taking Out Their Hearts
And Filling The Empty Places..
So One day..
When Your Standing In Class
On Career Day
And Your Teacher Asks..
Tell Them This
Your Mommy's Profession..
I Care For The Dead..
My Mommy The Mortician..
Dear Moon,
Pretty Soon You'll See
Mommy's Job Requires Alot
And Takes Alot Outta Me..
I Take The Graveyard Shift
At The Morgue Alone At night..
But I Promise To Be Home Soon
To Tuck You In Tight..
I Won't Let The Monsters Get you
They Better Be Submissive..
Because Dear,
Your Mommy's A Mortician..
I Stay Up Late At Night
Painting Peoples Faces..
And Taking Out Their Hearts
And Filling The Empty Places..
So One day..
When Your Standing In Class
On Career Day
And Your Teacher Asks..
Tell Them This
Your Mommy's Profession..
I Care For The Dead..
My Mommy The Mortician..
Mommy you told me
You'd never leave!
Daddy you promised!
I'm begging you please!
Stop all that self harming..
Yes, fighting is an addiction too..
In the end, you'll see..
You're not just hurting you...
Your little girl clings to you
Afraid of what she hears..
She doesn't see what happens..
She's too blinded by the tears..
If you would just listen once..
Listen to what I had to say..
Maybe it wouldn't
Have to end this way...
Daddy, put down that gun..
Mommy, drop that knife..
You don't think I follow your footsteps?
Then why'd I take my life?
You'd never leave!
Daddy you promised!
I'm begging you please!
Stop all that self harming..
Yes, fighting is an addiction too..
In the end, you'll see..
You're not just hurting you...
Your little girl clings to you
Afraid of what she hears..
She doesn't see what happens..
She's too blinded by the tears..
If you would just listen once..
Listen to what I had to say..
Maybe it wouldn't
Have to end this way...
Daddy, put down that gun..
Mommy, drop that knife..
You don't think I follow your footsteps?
Then why'd I take my life?
I hate being in suspense .. But MAN I am PSYCHED!! XD
This was probably one of the best competitions I have seen by far! XD
And the only one I have posted this many to...
I apologize for that as well O.O ..
I was hit by the inspiration truck ^-^
Or so says miss inferno..
This was probably one of the best competitions I have seen by far! XD
And the only one I have posted this many to...
I apologize for that as well O.O ..
I was hit by the inspiration truck ^-^
Or so says miss inferno..
PierreTheMad said:Up In Smoke
No, not yet
Its too soon for you to die old man
Even though you've earned it
Smoking Lucky Strikes by the pack
No filter between you and your sweet tobacco
Burning away your days
Inhaling smoke and ember
Scrawling wrinkles on your face
Cancer's come a-calling
But I'm the one that's wallowing in a sorrow
Only Jack Daniels knows how to handle
A candle's worth of light
Upon this desk tonight
As I spill out words and booze-soaked breath
To take the edge off my regrets when it comes to you,
The Father that I never knew
23 years without
And when you came around
I had no idea what to do with your presence
So just like all my other problems I let you hover
Sit there, until I had an impulse of something other
To do with you than to spit the curses of my ignorance
Sparing you a glance every now and then
A chance conversation
Scraping details off the surface of this relationship
If you can call it that
I don't know if I would bother
But for having never met
We held so much in common
Talents
Humor
Apprehension of higher powers
Facial structure, a given
And this separate life that I am living
Makes me sigh a heavy, booze-soaked breath of relief
What will there be left for me to reap when you are gone?
An empty bag full of questions?
Shrinking footsteps I wished to stand in?
The one-sided story of a good but injured woman
left alone to raise a son, stamping out an impression?
A handful of correspondences
Emails
Phone calls
Car rides to all-you-can-eat buffets
Short walks under the shining Florida sun
In St. Augustine near a fortress by the bay
Cheering on a sports team
I adopted because they...
seemed to make you happy
But that's not good enough for me.
Your loss, I'm afraid,
Will mean more to me once its real
And there is no cache of information
Pertaining to the blood, sweat, and vocations
Of the variables
That siphoned into me
But we don't have that type of openness to heal
And we don't ask questions, maybe, the way we should
And we aren't close enough to reach
To touch each other's lives in the way, that probably, we would
If it didn't take this Jack Daniels to make me feel like a son
And cancer for you to feel like you missed out on being a Dad
Congrats on winning with this really heartfelt write!!!
No, not yet
Its too soon for you to die old man
Even though you've earned it
Smoking Lucky Strikes by the pack
No filter between you and your sweet tobacco
Burning away your days
Inhaling smoke and ember
Scrawling wrinkles on your face
Cancer's come a-calling
But I'm the one that's wallowing in a sorrow
Only Jack Daniels knows how to handle
A candle's worth of light
Upon this desk tonight
As I spill out words and booze-soaked breath
To take the edge off my regrets when it comes to you,
The Father that I never knew
23 years without
And when you came around
I had no idea what to do with your presence
So just like all my other problems I let you hover
Sit there, until I had an impulse of something other
To do with you than to spit the curses of my ignorance
Sparing you a glance every now and then
A chance conversation
Scraping details off the surface of this relationship
If you can call it that
I don't know if I would bother
But for having never met
We held so much in common
Talents
Humor
Apprehension of higher powers
Facial structure, a given
And this separate life that I am living
Makes me sigh a heavy, booze-soaked breath of relief
What will there be left for me to reap when you are gone?
An empty bag full of questions?
Shrinking footsteps I wished to stand in?
The one-sided story of a good but injured woman
left alone to raise a son, stamping out an impression?
A handful of correspondences
Emails
Phone calls
Car rides to all-you-can-eat buffets
Short walks under the shining Florida sun
In St. Augustine near a fortress by the bay
Cheering on a sports team
I adopted because they...
seemed to make you happy
But that's not good enough for me.
Your loss, I'm afraid,
Will mean more to me once its real
And there is no cache of information
Pertaining to the blood, sweat, and vocations
Of the variables
That siphoned into me
But we don't have that type of openness to heal
And we don't ask questions, maybe, the way we should
And we aren't close enough to reach
To touch each other's lives in the way, that probably, we would
If it didn't take this Jack Daniels to make me feel like a son
And cancer for you to feel like you missed out on being a Dad
Congrats on winning with this really heartfelt write!!!
MrAlptraum said:Mother
Mother, dear mother
I should thank you for birth
But all the years of absence
Left me questioning my gratitude
Mother, induced mother
Why do you sleep for eighteen hours?
Are you ill or not so well?
And what's that smokey smell of dirt?
Mother, angry mother
You didn't sleep much today
You painted me with bruises
While i laughed them speedily away
Mother, goodbye mother
Your priorities pushed me away
The addiction was too strong
A boy left to wander and stray
Mother, O lost mother
I do not hate, nor respect
But pity your circumstance
No sorry's built the broken
Mother, dear mother
Thank you for the birth
I sire one of my own
Your mistakes are now my worth
If I could award three trophies I would...this is a great piece :)
Mother, dear mother
I should thank you for birth
But all the years of absence
Left me questioning my gratitude
Mother, induced mother
Why do you sleep for eighteen hours?
Are you ill or not so well?
And what's that smokey smell of dirt?
Mother, angry mother
You didn't sleep much today
You painted me with bruises
While i laughed them speedily away
Mother, goodbye mother
Your priorities pushed me away
The addiction was too strong
A boy left to wander and stray
Mother, O lost mother
I do not hate, nor respect
But pity your circumstance
No sorry's built the broken
Mother, dear mother
Thank you for the birth
I sire one of my own
Your mistakes are now my worth
If I could award three trophies I would...this is a great piece :)
cjmshadow said:Sailor and a Momma's Boy
I'm a little boy at the age of 3
I just found the bestest mommy for me.
I'm 5 or 6 now, somewhere in that range
She legally adopted me now, I just got my name change.
Just past 7, and now I'm 8
Realizing how lucky I am she found me before it was too late.
Starting my teen years, going into 8th grade
Thinking of the big difference in my life momma has made.
I finally did it, high school is here
I hear her sweet voice saying "don't worry, it'll be ok dear".
I did cross country, football, basketball, baseball, track and field
Never once did she stop supporting me, never once did her faith in me yield.
Certificates, metals, rings, patches, award banquets with friends on all sides
She was always there waiting for me at the end, beaming with joy and pride.
I'm in San Diego now, taking my oath, right hand raised
And she still showers me with love, encouragement, and praise.
I'm finally back home after 3 months of boot camp on Christmas break
There's all my favorite dishes she promised she would make.
With a bittersweet tone I tell her Spain is the next place I to which I must go
A mix of emotions, for these next 3 years will be hard, this we know.
We're at Ontario airport now, she gives me one final hug goodbye
We're all doing our very best to not be to sad and cry.
Now here i stand, a U.S. sailor, serving for my country and for her
We will get through this and stay strong, of this I am sure.
Because even though I'm not reading in her lap or begging for a new toy
I'm proud to say that I still am and always will be a momma's boy.
Such a blessing you write about...good job!
I'm a little boy at the age of 3
I just found the bestest mommy for me.
I'm 5 or 6 now, somewhere in that range
She legally adopted me now, I just got my name change.
Just past 7, and now I'm 8
Realizing how lucky I am she found me before it was too late.
Starting my teen years, going into 8th grade
Thinking of the big difference in my life momma has made.
I finally did it, high school is here
I hear her sweet voice saying "don't worry, it'll be ok dear".
I did cross country, football, basketball, baseball, track and field
Never once did she stop supporting me, never once did her faith in me yield.
Certificates, metals, rings, patches, award banquets with friends on all sides
She was always there waiting for me at the end, beaming with joy and pride.
I'm in San Diego now, taking my oath, right hand raised
And she still showers me with love, encouragement, and praise.
I'm finally back home after 3 months of boot camp on Christmas break
There's all my favorite dishes she promised she would make.
With a bittersweet tone I tell her Spain is the next place I to which I must go
A mix of emotions, for these next 3 years will be hard, this we know.
We're at Ontario airport now, she gives me one final hug goodbye
We're all doing our very best to not be to sad and cry.
Now here i stand, a U.S. sailor, serving for my country and for her
We will get through this and stay strong, of this I am sure.
Because even though I'm not reading in her lap or begging for a new toy
I'm proud to say that I still am and always will be a momma's boy.
Such a blessing you write about...good job!
Anonymous
Congrats to Pierre and to Mr.A and Caleb :) all 3 writes were Great
