Poetry competition CLOSED 18th May 2012 1:35am
WINNER
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
RUNNER-UP:
drogedarain
Cliche Me
mikimoondancer said:okay I found it--it was lost in the wrong place but at least its found--so here it is :-0
Cliche's by Mikimoondancer
In sullen terms
the irony sticks
the proposed ideas
Too deep and thick
I juxtapose the sense
it makes
I re-compose
The words they fake
Life's a bitch
and then you die
If you think that
why even try...
Why have a cake if you cant eat it
It's like owning a book-
yet you can't read it
Do I cut off my nose to spite my face
or simply revolt-
say screw this place
There are no rules in love or war
Don't rock the boat because
less is more
Uncle Sam needs a few good men
well so do women
It's us against them
When one door closes
another one opens
Wonder if all the homeless know this
If ye ask
ye shall receive
Unless you die
Bad luck indeed
If I don't do it
someone else will
Glad to know they
will climb my hill
We all make mistakes
it's what we do
Maybe it's all the cliche's
lack truth...
Cute
Cliche's by Mikimoondancer
In sullen terms
the irony sticks
the proposed ideas
Too deep and thick
I juxtapose the sense
it makes
I re-compose
The words they fake
Life's a bitch
and then you die
If you think that
why even try...
Why have a cake if you cant eat it
It's like owning a book-
yet you can't read it
Do I cut off my nose to spite my face
or simply revolt-
say screw this place
There are no rules in love or war
Don't rock the boat because
less is more
Uncle Sam needs a few good men
well so do women
It's us against them
When one door closes
another one opens
Wonder if all the homeless know this
If ye ask
ye shall receive
Unless you die
Bad luck indeed
If I don't do it
someone else will
Glad to know they
will climb my hill
We all make mistakes
it's what we do
Maybe it's all the cliche's
lack truth...
Cute
what're you doing here, child?
don't you know this place
is for the weary-headed, bloody-hearted
and your face
insults
the very air
sagging in our lungs?
don't you know, child
that these floating floor tiles
only hold the 21 gram weight
of a provable soul?
your ego
spread eagle on the bar leaves
little to the mind's
proverbial eye
and we, i
don't care to see the...
might as well set chainsaw to tulip base
or kiss the bedroom mirror in 6th gear
it's all cliche, over-the-moon overkill
but there, there
baby, don't cry
crushed[here] is not forgotten
just another story for the back shelf
chat-life span similar
to a tube o' pop-don't-stop potato chips
this is what i'm trying to say
i suppose -
you know, child
this game
is probably not the one for you
don't you know this place
is for the weary-headed, bloody-hearted
and your face
insults
the very air
sagging in our lungs?
don't you know, child
that these floating floor tiles
only hold the 21 gram weight
of a provable soul?
your ego
spread eagle on the bar leaves
little to the mind's
proverbial eye
and we, i
don't care to see the...
might as well set chainsaw to tulip base
or kiss the bedroom mirror in 6th gear
it's all cliche, over-the-moon overkill
but there, there
baby, don't cry
crushed[here] is not forgotten
just another story for the back shelf
chat-life span similar
to a tube o' pop-don't-stop potato chips
this is what i'm trying to say
i suppose -
you know, child
this game
is probably not the one for you
Cliche? Me?
You can't hurry art,
But time waits for no man or woman.
Although fools rush in
And don't look before they leap
Or stop in the name of love
All conquering love,
To stitch in time to save nine
Before feeling down in the dumps.
Now thats another nail in the coffin
That will be dead as doornail
Or dead as a dodo
Like a man or a mouse,
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Best not used in the broth spoilt by too many cooks
Caught with their pants down
Judging a book by its cover
To coin a phrase,
Although thats not the sharpest tool in the shed
As its a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
And there's still more than meets the eye
And the more the merrier
They say.
But who is it who says such things?
Oh damn, me.
You can't hurry art,
But time waits for no man or woman.
Although fools rush in
And don't look before they leap
Or stop in the name of love
All conquering love,
To stitch in time to save nine
Before feeling down in the dumps.
Now thats another nail in the coffin
That will be dead as doornail
Or dead as a dodo
Like a man or a mouse,
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Best not used in the broth spoilt by too many cooks
Caught with their pants down
Judging a book by its cover
To coin a phrase,
Although thats not the sharpest tool in the shed
As its a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
And there's still more than meets the eye
And the more the merrier
They say.
But who is it who says such things?
Oh damn, me.
I'm just passing the time
Who knows where time flies to when we're having fun.
at what point in the past is time gathered
and stored away into the huge pockets
in the jacket of this dimension?
or how long are it's coat tails
dragging along the time spent
standing in ques or waiting
for the phone to ring?
Is there a grand hall that has on display
all the fifteen minutes of fame?
Or is time filtered of it's activities and recycled
among every living thing in the universe?
When time tells all, who does it speak to?
and where is it's great healing powers
when the living start slowly dying
from the moment of conception?
is time not just as ruthless
as any other mass murderer?
Can somebody please kill time
before it kills everything I love.
Who knows where time flies to when we're having fun.
at what point in the past is time gathered
and stored away into the huge pockets
in the jacket of this dimension?
or how long are it's coat tails
dragging along the time spent
standing in ques or waiting
for the phone to ring?
Is there a grand hall that has on display
all the fifteen minutes of fame?
Or is time filtered of it's activities and recycled
among every living thing in the universe?
When time tells all, who does it speak to?
and where is it's great healing powers
when the living start slowly dying
from the moment of conception?
is time not just as ruthless
as any other mass murderer?
Can somebody please kill time
before it kills everything I love.
"Lost and found"
Could I have lost my mind.
Among other things.
There's a place I can go check.
The place I might have left
My policies.
"Excuse me miss!". I can't find my man
"Could he have been thrown in that BOX?"
Full of lost thoughts.
Little Jonnys robot?
The top to the salt shaker?
Or big mommas money maker?
"Does anyone sort through this box?"
Itemize its contents?
Starting from
"Heaven sent to Hell bent"
Or does each one of these "necessaties"
breed with the rest of these
Can't live without.
Must have!
Oh shit I lost amanda!
Cardboard cadalac cuisine
of Joe blows
crystal pocket sized cantines?
So the Lost N' Found
Is only open monday thru thursday..
Or days that you must take both dogs.
To get a bone.
But that won't be today
cause the box is on display.
For the ones who called in and gave
A brief description
Of Amanda.
Who has been missin'
And was convienently placed.
In the Lost but never found Box..
Full of old policies.
Could I have lost my mind.
Among other things.
There's a place I can go check.
The place I might have left
My policies.
"Excuse me miss!". I can't find my man
"Could he have been thrown in that BOX?"
Full of lost thoughts.
Little Jonnys robot?
The top to the salt shaker?
Or big mommas money maker?
"Does anyone sort through this box?"
Itemize its contents?
Starting from
"Heaven sent to Hell bent"
Or does each one of these "necessaties"
breed with the rest of these
Can't live without.
Must have!
Oh shit I lost amanda!
Cardboard cadalac cuisine
of Joe blows
crystal pocket sized cantines?
So the Lost N' Found
Is only open monday thru thursday..
Or days that you must take both dogs.
To get a bone.
But that won't be today
cause the box is on display.
For the ones who called in and gave
A brief description
Of Amanda.
Who has been missin'
And was convienently placed.
In the Lost but never found Box..
Full of old policies.
~Cliche Advise For A Friend~
Oh the games people play,,,
You need to wake up and smell the coffee,
Then maybe; you can stop and smell the roses,,,
Patience is a virtue, well my patience
has worn thin,,,
He’s pulling your leg my friend,
Burn your bridges while you can,,,
He’s got you paying a kings ransom with your emotions,
It’s written all over your face,,
This is not the time to let sleeping dogs lie,,,
Take your fate into your own hands,
Before it’s to late,,,
Don’t fan the flames, you just might get burned,,,
Unless of course you plan to fight fire with fire,,,
It’s darkest just before the dawn, he’s not playing
With a full deck, it’s plain to see,,,
No use crying over spilled milk, can’t you see the tides
beginning to turn,,,
This is a horse of a different color, he’s played himself out,
Crying crocodile tears to get your attention,,,
Don’t cut your nose off to spite your face,,,
Just like the pot calling the kettle black,
Oh you have such a knack,,,
Maybe you're two peas in a pod, both mad as a hatter,,,
Time waits for no man, and ignorance is bliss,,,
Sorry but I can’t make heads nor tails of this,,,
I know everything happens for a reason, but
it seems you are flying by the seat of your
pants, flirting with disaster,,,
OK I’m done I said all I can, take it how you like,,,
This is after all your plight,,,
Oh the games people play,,,
You need to wake up and smell the coffee,
Then maybe; you can stop and smell the roses,,,
Patience is a virtue, well my patience
has worn thin,,,
He’s pulling your leg my friend,
Burn your bridges while you can,,,
He’s got you paying a kings ransom with your emotions,
It’s written all over your face,,
This is not the time to let sleeping dogs lie,,,
Take your fate into your own hands,
Before it’s to late,,,
Don’t fan the flames, you just might get burned,,,
Unless of course you plan to fight fire with fire,,,
It’s darkest just before the dawn, he’s not playing
With a full deck, it’s plain to see,,,
No use crying over spilled milk, can’t you see the tides
beginning to turn,,,
This is a horse of a different color, he’s played himself out,
Crying crocodile tears to get your attention,,,
Don’t cut your nose off to spite your face,,,
Just like the pot calling the kettle black,
Oh you have such a knack,,,
Maybe you're two peas in a pod, both mad as a hatter,,,
Time waits for no man, and ignorance is bliss,,,
Sorry but I can’t make heads nor tails of this,,,
I know everything happens for a reason, but
it seems you are flying by the seat of your
pants, flirting with disaster,,,
OK I’m done I said all I can, take it how you like,,,
This is after all your plight,,,
Aye, thanks!
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So your mom died
now shes in paradise
where families reunite
never again terrorized
Thats what you tell
But why do you cry?
As if a cello's depressing whine
On an event clearly of joy
blessed are those who mourn
A make yourself feel better,
Cliche full of shit.
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So your mom died
now shes in paradise
where families reunite
never again terrorized
Thats what you tell
But why do you cry?
As if a cello's depressing whine
On an event clearly of joy
blessed are those who mourn
A make yourself feel better,
Cliche full of shit.
AS U LIVE
AS U LIVE
AS U SEE
AS U BREATH
AS U THINK
AS U FEEL
AS U HISS
AS U DREAM
AS U CREAM
AS U FLIP
OFF YOUR JOURNEY WITH SO
MANY EMOTONS TO FLOW
MANY NOTIONS TO KNOCK
MANY PORTIONS TO BLOCK
U WILL FEEL SICK
THINK BIG AND REAL
SO THAT EVERY WEEK
MONDAY SUNDAY STILL
ONE THING WILL
SUCCEED IF U WILL
NEVER DIE BUT WILL
BE AS HARD AS STILL.
AS U LIVE
AS U SEE
AS U BREATH
AS U THINK
AS U FEEL
AS U HISS
AS U DREAM
AS U CREAM
AS U FLIP
OFF YOUR JOURNEY WITH SO
MANY EMOTONS TO FLOW
MANY NOTIONS TO KNOCK
MANY PORTIONS TO BLOCK
U WILL FEEL SICK
THINK BIG AND REAL
SO THAT EVERY WEEK
MONDAY SUNDAY STILL
ONE THING WILL
SUCCEED IF U WILL
NEVER DIE BUT WILL
BE AS HARD AS STILL.
