Poetry competition CLOSED 24th December 2012 3:29pm
WINNER
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RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and Magdalena
Fire - Destroyer & Creator
"Wishes from the bottom of a well"
Sleep is slow in coming
when you know your sister
is shacked up with her kids in the back of a van
at the top of a Canadian prairie winter
where snow settles at two feet
on a regular day.
The explosion from a good ol' Western barbecue
landing on a gas pipe off the top floor balcony
set the building ablaze, and they bolted
with their phones, and their girls in pajamas
having no time to gather jackets
or go back for their new kitten
hiding somewhere inside.
They lost everything, there
for a while.
Next morning, though
saw everyone they knew with another bucket
to squelch the flare of loss -
And it was God, they said
and I said
it was good looks and popularity
government duty and family history
that earned them a bigger house at the same price
fitted and set with new wardrobes,
toys and tech for all.
One week later, the yellow-suited men
came across a cold, but curious kitten.
Two weeks after that, the tests said
sis was pregnant with number three.
Later on, they were allowed in
to see what they could save from the damage caused
by fire/water/cold, and not everything
was lost to smoke or flame.
And I said
I was happy
that this devastation had ushered in a refresh
that they didn't suffer as they could have;
and they said it was God, again
and every man, woman and child that agony encloses
like foetuses in isolated pods of grief
for lives that have never known rain to ease
the blistering burn of "just the way it is"
reeled through my darkroom state of mind.
Then I almost
just almost wished they'd felt more
than a rush of hot air.
Sleep is slow in coming
when you know your sister
is shacked up with her kids in the back of a van
at the top of a Canadian prairie winter
where snow settles at two feet
on a regular day.
The explosion from a good ol' Western barbecue
landing on a gas pipe off the top floor balcony
set the building ablaze, and they bolted
with their phones, and their girls in pajamas
having no time to gather jackets
or go back for their new kitten
hiding somewhere inside.
They lost everything, there
for a while.
Next morning, though
saw everyone they knew with another bucket
to squelch the flare of loss -
And it was God, they said
and I said
it was good looks and popularity
government duty and family history
that earned them a bigger house at the same price
fitted and set with new wardrobes,
toys and tech for all.
One week later, the yellow-suited men
came across a cold, but curious kitten.
Two weeks after that, the tests said
sis was pregnant with number three.
Later on, they were allowed in
to see what they could save from the damage caused
by fire/water/cold, and not everything
was lost to smoke or flame.
And I said
I was happy
that this devastation had ushered in a refresh
that they didn't suffer as they could have;
and they said it was God, again
and every man, woman and child that agony encloses
like foetuses in isolated pods of grief
for lives that have never known rain to ease
the blistering burn of "just the way it is"
reeled through my darkroom state of mind.
Then I almost
just almost wished they'd felt more
than a rush of hot air.
Anonymous
Thank you Ataki, and I apologise, the title has been placed above my poem.
Black Orchard And The Things I Saw Before The Fire"
Daydreaming or something more?
i am not in my cold office anymore
dealing with healthcare and daily concerns
i am in my orchard
i seem to have grown
something special here
strange fruit hangs
from invisible trees
black and white flowers
grow in the patch by the corner
where the shadow stalkers rise.
the human body is a remarkable thing
i suppose
the mind even more so.
The things i have seen
and the things i am about to see
are inconceivable to some
and taken for granted by many.
Daydreams turn to nightmares
intensely painful indigestion
gives way to a diarrhea explosion
of fully grown scorpions
Vomit cascades from my bottom lip
becoming thousands of
crawling spiders ALL trying to find
a home to hatch eggs.
this orchard fades to black
it burns to the ground
when i am rudely awoken
by the smell of my own
burning flesh.
What the hell had i been smoking?
Daydreaming or something more?
i am not in my cold office anymore
dealing with healthcare and daily concerns
i am in my orchard
i seem to have grown
something special here
strange fruit hangs
from invisible trees
black and white flowers
grow in the patch by the corner
where the shadow stalkers rise.
the human body is a remarkable thing
i suppose
the mind even more so.
The things i have seen
and the things i am about to see
are inconceivable to some
and taken for granted by many.
Daydreams turn to nightmares
intensely painful indigestion
gives way to a diarrhea explosion
of fully grown scorpions
Vomit cascades from my bottom lip
becoming thousands of
crawling spiders ALL trying to find
a home to hatch eggs.
this orchard fades to black
it burns to the ground
when i am rudely awoken
by the smell of my own
burning flesh.
What the hell had i been smoking?
Citizen Devils
Drawn closer, by heart-woven spells
endure this bitter pitch-- violent swells
of laughter, inflicting many deaths
eternity's shallow graves preserve the shadowy unrest
of what ill-dreams had spilled over into the emotional well
An honest wage
for an honest man;
e'er bound Diogenes, a slave
path reckoned by a twisting of hands
to unlock the mysteries at ends of the world
It is only by ingesting poison
that we can kill all fear--Opium
smells so sweet, as the nerve impulses
gradually weaken, dying in fading repulses
of mad scientists march, onward
unto and toward the inevitable scourge.
We must design the perfect worm...
Weakening the will
to survive,
as events tumble and spill
upon the microscopic slide--
Endeavoring truth preserves many small lies
...Fed, and bred into the apples of eve
to deliciously ignite the brain, and kill the dreams--
to be replaced by a parasitic, manic desire
for everything, in the end, goes to the fire
Such as whatever you do
doesn't really matter--unto
destiny, a course has been set
that we can never wholly reject
That which is mortal
is all that remains here,
hours before the looking-glass portal
goes dark and empty--the perfect cure.
Silence is all that is required for the show to begin
Is only clear when there is nothing left to worry about...
An honest wage
for an honest man;
e'er bound Diogenes, a slave
path reckoned by a twisting of hands
to unlock the mysteries at ends of the world
Weakening the will
to survive,
as events tumble and spill
upon the microscopic slide--
Endeavoring truth preserves many small lies
Such as whatever you do
doesn't really matter--set
as destiny, a course has been unto
that we can never wholly reject--
that we may never be divine.
That which is mortal
is all that remains here,
hours before the looking-glass portal
goes dark and empty--the perfect cure.
Silence is all that is required for the show to begin.
Uley
Drawn closer, by heart-woven spells
endure this bitter pitch-- violent swells
of laughter, inflicting many deaths
eternity's shallow graves preserve the shadowy unrest
of what ill-dreams had spilled over into the emotional well
An honest wage
for an honest man;
e'er bound Diogenes, a slave
path reckoned by a twisting of hands
to unlock the mysteries at ends of the world
It is only by ingesting poison
that we can kill all fear--Opium
smells so sweet, as the nerve impulses
gradually weaken, dying in fading repulses
of mad scientists march, onward
unto and toward the inevitable scourge.
We must design the perfect worm...
Weakening the will
to survive,
as events tumble and spill
upon the microscopic slide--
Endeavoring truth preserves many small lies
...Fed, and bred into the apples of eve
to deliciously ignite the brain, and kill the dreams--
to be replaced by a parasitic, manic desire
for everything, in the end, goes to the fire
Such as whatever you do
doesn't really matter--unto
destiny, a course has been set
that we can never wholly reject
That which is mortal
is all that remains here,
hours before the looking-glass portal
goes dark and empty--the perfect cure.
Silence is all that is required for the show to begin
Is only clear when there is nothing left to worry about...
An honest wage
for an honest man;
e'er bound Diogenes, a slave
path reckoned by a twisting of hands
to unlock the mysteries at ends of the world
Weakening the will
to survive,
as events tumble and spill
upon the microscopic slide--
Endeavoring truth preserves many small lies
Such as whatever you do
doesn't really matter--set
as destiny, a course has been unto
that we can never wholly reject--
that we may never be divine.
That which is mortal
is all that remains here,
hours before the looking-glass portal
goes dark and empty--the perfect cure.
Silence is all that is required for the show to begin.
Uley
In God We Trust fund
Money, your prison,
Your sin and religion.
Almighty dollar,
In God we trust.
Trust funds and bank runs
And power lust.
Lives devoid of social demeanor,
Masked beneath monotonous careers.
Fuel efficient hybrid Prius,
Environmentally friendly Allah or Jesus.
Designer deity of plastic surgery,
Conglomerations commanding the clergy.
God has been bought and conveniently paid for
And divided amongst the wealthy we slave be(for)e.
Poverty is blasphemy,
Potatoes And Great Depression.
Purgatory of oppression,
Of neglecting our perspective,
The deception of perception.
The Heretic proclaims heresy,
"Burn them if they won't recant,
If they do, brand them with hypocrisy."
These are the politics of diverse perversity.
Popes, hoax and scapegoats,
And the people just eat this up.
Stabbed backs, slit throats and some red wine in your cup.
Enough is enough,
I am not up for sale.
My freedom is not a revokable loan up for foreclosure by your jails.
Keep your dollars and exchange them for $ense and ¢hange.
Leave me be,
I'm content being free.
Broke and bankrupt,
In squalor and poverty.
Money, your prison,
Your sin and religion.
Almighty dollar,
In God we trust.
Trust funds and bank runs
And power lust.
Lives devoid of social demeanor,
Masked beneath monotonous careers.
Fuel efficient hybrid Prius,
Environmentally friendly Allah or Jesus.
Designer deity of plastic surgery,
Conglomerations commanding the clergy.
God has been bought and conveniently paid for
And divided amongst the wealthy we slave be(for)e.
Poverty is blasphemy,
Potatoes And Great Depression.
Purgatory of oppression,
Of neglecting our perspective,
The deception of perception.
The Heretic proclaims heresy,
"Burn them if they won't recant,
If they do, brand them with hypocrisy."
These are the politics of diverse perversity.
Popes, hoax and scapegoats,
And the people just eat this up.
Stabbed backs, slit throats and some red wine in your cup.
Enough is enough,
I am not up for sale.
My freedom is not a revokable loan up for foreclosure by your jails.
Keep your dollars and exchange them for $ense and ¢hange.
Leave me be,
I'm content being free.
Broke and bankrupt,
In squalor and poverty.
- Mad Goddess -
I am she whose pyre blazed first and hottest,
Beloved of my creations, mother of demons!
With me, the sons of angels did hotly contest,
And elementals yet heed my mad summons…
Fire, flame, and ferocity of the phoenix eternal!
My gift to the gods who rose against my kin…
They who dared to exile us to realms infernal.
If they only knew the depths of their own sin!
Where are they now, those gods in their pride?
Fallen as we were, forced to be as we are now.
And the angels laugh, for not one god can hide,
From their hubris, before which they did bow…
Only to be brought lower than the black ashes!
I am she who rose from her own ashes of old.
She who was bound and forced to feel lashes,
Tongues of flame that licked my flesh so bold!
The mother and the daughter, once sacrificed,
But now risen again, to behold the sun on high.
My children remember how we paid the price,
So that for an instant, unto glory we drew nigh!
In the waters of Elysium, my spirit was awash.
Hear me, for my voice rings with hellish heat…
In remembrance of lifetimes of agony so harsh,
So sharp, that one can in madness call it sweet.
How it forged me like an ingot upon iron anvils!
Yet the waters did cool me, tempering me full…
Making me the instrument, of angels and devils.
Sharp of wit, cunning of will, a blade never dull,
The sword of my words: blazing, with red hue.
To pierce some, to comfort others with warmth,
Because even in madness, my words ring true!
Of my kind, I was the first and I was seventh…
For I am the last who remains, the final queen,
Of the line unbroken that served as the vessels.
Receptacles for the emerald flame, the beam…
Of Lucifer’s glory, which expands, and swells,
Filling all of creation, yet unknowable to eyes!
Look into the flame, and be blinded by power.
I have looked and I yet do see; hear my cries!
My music is without end, until some final hour.
When the wood was heaped upon my pyre…
Like a Viking queen being sent off to Valhalla,
It was foretold, I would return, in fleshly attire.
Let all the worlds tremble as watchers holler…
With arcane fury, bringing forth all my brethren,
Who have slumbered since the fall of divinities!
Let the pious fear us; let them call us heathen…
For they walk in slumber, burning with insanity.
Our madness is grander, birthed in elder chaos,
Which was before all that is, before universes…
Before gods and angels: a fire that is never lost!
When all is dust, it will burn with arcane verses.
For those were uttered first, and echo timeless!
I am the vessel and I am she, who here indwells,
Blazing like the morning star, in all its’ shininess.
Mother and daughter, of all the hells!
I am she whose pyre blazed first and hottest,
Beloved of my creations, mother of demons!
With me, the sons of angels did hotly contest,
And elementals yet heed my mad summons…
Fire, flame, and ferocity of the phoenix eternal!
My gift to the gods who rose against my kin…
They who dared to exile us to realms infernal.
If they only knew the depths of their own sin!
Where are they now, those gods in their pride?
Fallen as we were, forced to be as we are now.
And the angels laugh, for not one god can hide,
From their hubris, before which they did bow…
Only to be brought lower than the black ashes!
I am she who rose from her own ashes of old.
She who was bound and forced to feel lashes,
Tongues of flame that licked my flesh so bold!
The mother and the daughter, once sacrificed,
But now risen again, to behold the sun on high.
My children remember how we paid the price,
So that for an instant, unto glory we drew nigh!
In the waters of Elysium, my spirit was awash.
Hear me, for my voice rings with hellish heat…
In remembrance of lifetimes of agony so harsh,
So sharp, that one can in madness call it sweet.
How it forged me like an ingot upon iron anvils!
Yet the waters did cool me, tempering me full…
Making me the instrument, of angels and devils.
Sharp of wit, cunning of will, a blade never dull,
The sword of my words: blazing, with red hue.
To pierce some, to comfort others with warmth,
Because even in madness, my words ring true!
Of my kind, I was the first and I was seventh…
For I am the last who remains, the final queen,
Of the line unbroken that served as the vessels.
Receptacles for the emerald flame, the beam…
Of Lucifer’s glory, which expands, and swells,
Filling all of creation, yet unknowable to eyes!
Look into the flame, and be blinded by power.
I have looked and I yet do see; hear my cries!
My music is without end, until some final hour.
When the wood was heaped upon my pyre…
Like a Viking queen being sent off to Valhalla,
It was foretold, I would return, in fleshly attire.
Let all the worlds tremble as watchers holler…
With arcane fury, bringing forth all my brethren,
Who have slumbered since the fall of divinities!
Let the pious fear us; let them call us heathen…
For they walk in slumber, burning with insanity.
Our madness is grander, birthed in elder chaos,
Which was before all that is, before universes…
Before gods and angels: a fire that is never lost!
When all is dust, it will burn with arcane verses.
For those were uttered first, and echo timeless!
I am the vessel and I am she, who here indwells,
Blazing like the morning star, in all its’ shininess.
Mother and daughter, of all the hells!
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