Poetry competition CLOSED 1st December 2012 2:05pm
WINNER
Thethree3 (Shane Hawks)
Thethree3 (Shane Hawks)
RUNNERS-UP:
Magdalena
and xxbvbkatiexx
And That's How The Fight Started .....
Poetry Contest Description
Hi Guys, welcome to the comp.
Write a short piece entitled …. And that’s how the fight started.
Any subject you like, no rules, no entry limit.
Here’s an example
One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as
a Christmas gift...
The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"
And that's how the fight started.....
Have fun ……….
Any subject you like, no rules, no entry limit.
Here’s an example
One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as
a Christmas gift...
The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"
And that's how the fight started.....
Have fun ……….
Embryonic flotsam adrift,
Riding the tides of womb.
Darkened void within the rift
Where life or death consume.
Bleeding, beating, weathered cruelly,
Feeding, eating, tethered buoy.
Churning in fetal stew.
Suddenly rejected,
An involuntary turbulence.
New world neglected,
Overwhelming sensory disturbance.
So begins the stillborn sojourn.
And that is how the fight started.
Riding the tides of womb.
Darkened void within the rift
Where life or death consume.
Bleeding, beating, weathered cruelly,
Feeding, eating, tethered buoy.
Churning in fetal stew.
Suddenly rejected,
An involuntary turbulence.
New world neglected,
Overwhelming sensory disturbance.
So begins the stillborn sojourn.
And that is how the fight started.
A double shot of fuck me
Under neon lights and ecstasy craved imbeciles
Leads to the aroma of much needed cancerous sticks on the patio
Mr. Sexy with white 80's metal hair stands solely by the stairs
Piercing into my charcoal stained eyes obviously aware of my prolonged glance
Bold footsteps followed by a flirtatious request for a hit of his cigarette
And just as his greeting smirk answers my question of not so hidden agendas
A bleach blonde skank approaches with malice in her swag
And that's how the fight started...
Under neon lights and ecstasy craved imbeciles
Leads to the aroma of much needed cancerous sticks on the patio
Mr. Sexy with white 80's metal hair stands solely by the stairs
Piercing into my charcoal stained eyes obviously aware of my prolonged glance
Bold footsteps followed by a flirtatious request for a hit of his cigarette
And just as his greeting smirk answers my question of not so hidden agendas
A bleach blonde skank approaches with malice in her swag
And that's how the fight started...
All I had said
was that word on the street had it
there was an extra pair of legs
on the corner last night
and that one of the said legs
had a small tattoo of a dragon
halfway between the giggle band
and the hem of the knickers
having never laid eyes on the said legs
I had no idea of the rage
that was building up inside him
so can't really be blamed
for adding
that I might take a trip out there tonight
because I heard she can suck
a golf ball
through a garden hose.
...and that's how the fight started.
was that word on the street had it
there was an extra pair of legs
on the corner last night
and that one of the said legs
had a small tattoo of a dragon
halfway between the giggle band
and the hem of the knickers
having never laid eyes on the said legs
I had no idea of the rage
that was building up inside him
so can't really be blamed
for adding
that I might take a trip out there tonight
because I heard she can suck
a golf ball
through a garden hose.
...and that's how the fight started.
Anonymous
“Pretty Little Smut Lips”
http://www.singledudetravel.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/nag.jpg
A true miss, she prided herself
on Southern Hospitality.
Her etiquette was impeccable,
spoke perfect diction,
dressed to kill, prim and proper
for every occasion, was the hit
at all her garden parties,
gorgeous curly hair, sure knew how
to apply face make-up.
Oh, her cooking skills!
From fried oysters to turnip greens,
she was supreme, second-to-none.
She always had fun in the kitchen.
Her Macaroni and Cheese recipe was
the talk-of-the-town, just a hint of
bacon and jalapeno, that’s hard to do.
Three types of cheesy stuff, but
it got really rough when I asked calmly,
“Please pass the salt Dear, it’s a bit bland.”
She slapped my hand, looked as if to slaughter me,
said a few choice words and stormed out,
I didn’t realize such pretty little lips
could speak such nasty smut.
…and, that’s how the fight started.
http://www.singledudetravel.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/nag.jpg
A true miss, she prided herself
on Southern Hospitality.
Her etiquette was impeccable,
spoke perfect diction,
dressed to kill, prim and proper
for every occasion, was the hit
at all her garden parties,
gorgeous curly hair, sure knew how
to apply face make-up.
Oh, her cooking skills!
From fried oysters to turnip greens,
she was supreme, second-to-none.
She always had fun in the kitchen.
Her Macaroni and Cheese recipe was
the talk-of-the-town, just a hint of
bacon and jalapeno, that’s hard to do.
Three types of cheesy stuff, but
it got really rough when I asked calmly,
“Please pass the salt Dear, it’s a bit bland.”
She slapped my hand, looked as if to slaughter me,
said a few choice words and stormed out,
I didn’t realize such pretty little lips
could speak such nasty smut.
…and, that’s how the fight started.
Anonymous
You're welcome Harlequin.
