Poetry competition CLOSED 10th February 2013 8:49pm
WINNER
Gg78
Gg78
RUNNERS-UP:
Viddax
and Grace
Post DUP pre-electricity
Missed You
A ringing silence of nothingness
The screen died, was dead
Yahoo and Google mocked
Blinking on colourful screen
Error error error
The chair wanted to connect
With the idiotic glass face
Pacing through the house
Like a thoughtful sage
Or an expectant father
What who how when
Did happened then
A cruel joke, a bad word
A curse, some assholes complaints?
Acceptance
Saying a silent goodbye
A tear drop for about 300
Badly written poems
Soul said hey its back
A breathless click
Ah its back…………!!
A sigh of contentment
I never knew I’d miss you
Until you freaking went
On a well-earned vacation!
*JJ, did miss dup like that*
A ringing silence of nothingness
The screen died, was dead
Yahoo and Google mocked
Blinking on colourful screen
Error error error
The chair wanted to connect
With the idiotic glass face
Pacing through the house
Like a thoughtful sage
Or an expectant father
What who how when
Did happened then
A cruel joke, a bad word
A curse, some assholes complaints?
Acceptance
Saying a silent goodbye
A tear drop for about 300
Badly written poems
Soul said hey its back
A breathless click
Ah its back…………!!
A sigh of contentment
I never knew I’d miss you
Until you freaking went
On a well-earned vacation!
*JJ, did miss dup like that*
and THAT which brought me TO life
GONE...as Grace put it "Yahoo and Google mocked
Blinking on colourful screen" FORBIDDEN==Apache error==="Apache chiefs would NEVER hinder creativity"--I CRIED!!!
but without this and without electricity I would be forced INTO DUNT DUNT DUH...
CARRIER PIGEONS,CANDLES,PARCHMENT&MY FAVORITE CRAYON
He lit the candle as the day turned black
soot on his shoe cleaning chimney stack
he thought of all his good natured friends
how they were, where they had lived
he'd have to write them stories
"hey there's" N "how Ya's doings"
sitting at the table to get down to it
warbles of the pigeons off in the distance
"so many close people in that quaint little town"
"look at them now all spread around"
these thoughts drive me quite mad
curse of the quiet infinite sad
I yell at the paper
"HEAR MY DECREE"
(Bravado of my ego
surely cant rust)
scribble my marks in finite and trust <-----crayon box has a sharpener on back-hence finite)
as I'm writing my letters some of which rhyme
like this one put here,right on this line
I'm counting out pigeons
back of my mind
I worry of many I've talked to but never befriended
so lousy of me clumsy and so stupid
wax melts all over my good table
i have the whooping cough
from acrid air of newly installed stables
this is surely got to be a joke
rambling worse because the heads all alone
I've now got three letters done
O God, You the curs-ed one
I make a shadow puppet for just a second
giving me a giggle
to laugh off the present
RESHARPEN MY CRAYON
continuing writes to everyone
I hear the neighbor down the street
He's got this thing where he keeps bees
ALL I know is I hear him scream
So I hop up look out---Displeased
he's running up falling to his knees
swarms are all around and on him
"cant you just take it back home Jim?"
"I'm writing here" I SAY
figure while I'm out I might as well stay
walk over feed the horses their bale of hay
Jim he keeps screaming and rolling around
I get out the bug spray and hose him down
He's thanking me but I don't have time
Got to get back to writing my rhymes
jump up the stairs with a quick-step and a bounce
my lighted candle has all but burned out
lake of wax non poetic in nature
fuck it I light another, resume nomenclature
the list I about tally
just got to write out the rest of the rally
pushing my crayon hard
I can feel way up my arm
as the burn gets intense
at final I can rest
for all the notes, proses and poems
I stand in the night stoic
finale'
all rolled up and stamp of a wish
plenty of damn wax to seal them up with
I take (not carry) to my pigeons whom
wait knowing, just where to go
because this is my story and I Souladareatease said so
tying the paper to their little bitty feet
petting their head saying "oh how sweet"
taking each one out throwing within the air
knowing each one is travelling with care
going to bed that night
it was hard to sleep try as I might
anxious for stories and signs of my friends
when finally I snored it was ten after four
when I woke back up the lights were back on
the power company had been and gone
so You my friends look to the sky
might be another week
but the words will be flying
just to say hello from the dark ages
all of YOU MY FINE WISE SAGES
GONE...as Grace put it "Yahoo and Google mocked
Blinking on colourful screen" FORBIDDEN==Apache error==="Apache chiefs would NEVER hinder creativity"--I CRIED!!!
but without this and without electricity I would be forced INTO DUNT DUNT DUH...
CARRIER PIGEONS,CANDLES,PARCHMENT&MY FAVORITE CRAYON
He lit the candle as the day turned black
soot on his shoe cleaning chimney stack
he thought of all his good natured friends
how they were, where they had lived
he'd have to write them stories
"hey there's" N "how Ya's doings"
sitting at the table to get down to it
warbles of the pigeons off in the distance
"so many close people in that quaint little town"
"look at them now all spread around"
these thoughts drive me quite mad
curse of the quiet infinite sad
I yell at the paper
"HEAR MY DECREE"
(Bravado of my ego
surely cant rust)
scribble my marks in finite and trust <-----crayon box has a sharpener on back-hence finite)
as I'm writing my letters some of which rhyme
like this one put here,right on this line
I'm counting out pigeons
back of my mind
I worry of many I've talked to but never befriended
so lousy of me clumsy and so stupid
wax melts all over my good table
i have the whooping cough
from acrid air of newly installed stables
this is surely got to be a joke
rambling worse because the heads all alone
I've now got three letters done
O God, You the curs-ed one
I make a shadow puppet for just a second
giving me a giggle
to laugh off the present
RESHARPEN MY CRAYON
continuing writes to everyone
I hear the neighbor down the street
He's got this thing where he keeps bees
ALL I know is I hear him scream
So I hop up look out---Displeased
he's running up falling to his knees
swarms are all around and on him
"cant you just take it back home Jim?"
"I'm writing here" I SAY
figure while I'm out I might as well stay
walk over feed the horses their bale of hay
Jim he keeps screaming and rolling around
I get out the bug spray and hose him down
He's thanking me but I don't have time
Got to get back to writing my rhymes
jump up the stairs with a quick-step and a bounce
my lighted candle has all but burned out
lake of wax non poetic in nature
fuck it I light another, resume nomenclature
the list I about tally
just got to write out the rest of the rally
pushing my crayon hard
I can feel way up my arm
as the burn gets intense
at final I can rest
for all the notes, proses and poems
I stand in the night stoic
finale'
all rolled up and stamp of a wish
plenty of damn wax to seal them up with
I take (not carry) to my pigeons whom
wait knowing, just where to go
because this is my story and I Souladareatease said so
tying the paper to their little bitty feet
petting their head saying "oh how sweet"
taking each one out throwing within the air
knowing each one is travelling with care
going to bed that night
it was hard to sleep try as I might
anxious for stories and signs of my friends
when finally I snored it was ten after four
when I woke back up the lights were back on
the power company had been and gone
so You my friends look to the sky
might be another week
but the words will be flying
just to say hello from the dark ages
all of YOU MY FINE WISE SAGES
Anonymous
"Power-Less"
http://www.dphotojournal.com/images/tutorials/13-halloween/bleeding.jpg
Spitting blood as
the sun rises,
I bid you farewell.
I've become
evaporating dew,
transient,
passing,
as
we
all will
do someday.
Now
power-less,
I'm truly
free
from the worries
of this
electric-world.
It's still
lonely.
http://www.dphotojournal.com/images/tutorials/13-halloween/bleeding.jpg
Spitting blood as
the sun rises,
I bid you farewell.
I've become
evaporating dew,
transient,
passing,
as
we
all will
do someday.
Now
power-less,
I'm truly
free
from the worries
of this
electric-world.
It's still
lonely.
Interestingly, I just noticed that this comp is due to end on the 10th, which coincidentally is the one year anniversary of my stroke. So in a way, that's when the lights when out for me because the stroke was in the vision center of my brain and I have lost a considerable amount of my eyesight. Unfortunately, my power never came back on...
JJ
JJ
Hopefully the site will stay up ;ong enough for more entries. I am going to have to extend the contest out a couple more days and hope it doesn't go down again. But if it does, remember there is a facebook group for DUP...
http://www.facebook.com/groups/112423829311/10151416828569312/
JJ
http://www.facebook.com/groups/112423829311/10151416828569312/
JJ
Shit! Its happening again!
Damn! How could she..
I remain a loyal citizen
Why she try to leave
I open my browser which is my favorite book
And I flip to the bookmark of my favorite page
An eye of imagination sees lush GREEN like some symbol for blooming life
The eye of imagination is soon blinded by eyes of reality
Reality eyes percieve blank white with one ominous message
F**k it! At least its not "forbidden"
At least I'm not "forbidden"
But to see her go in and out of conciousness
See her come and go, all to rise a worry
Will she be gone for good?
Eyes red, been listening to the clock
Long enough to hear the short hand move a few times
Checking too see if she returns
But now I lay my me down..
I pray webmistress won't let me down
All praise to the webmistress
In you we have faith and trust
Damn! How could she..
I remain a loyal citizen
Why she try to leave
I open my browser which is my favorite book
And I flip to the bookmark of my favorite page
An eye of imagination sees lush GREEN like some symbol for blooming life
The eye of imagination is soon blinded by eyes of reality
Reality eyes percieve blank white with one ominous message
F**k it! At least its not "forbidden"
At least I'm not "forbidden"
But to see her go in and out of conciousness
See her come and go, all to rise a worry
Will she be gone for good?
Eyes red, been listening to the clock
Long enough to hear the short hand move a few times
Checking too see if she returns
But now I lay my me down..
I pray webmistress won't let me down
All praise to the webmistress
In you we have faith and trust
The lights are on but I am far from my home.
The lights are on but I am far from my home.
And all the world seems to sleep
Or hibernate unjustly
Hoping to shoo the depravity and depth away
By simply ignoring them.
But the voices and visions call
the hunger is not sated
the kingdom has fallen
the pressure builds
And my words go unwritten, the worst crime
In the eyes of a writer.
Was it something I did?
Am I solely punished?
Cast into the throes of unresolved anguish
Just as a addict is cast far from their drug,
Foiled by the very technology that sustains it.
My laptop's lights are on
But DU is not home
And so I am alone
And powerless
And blind
And lost
And empty.
The lights are on, and now I am home.
The lights are on but I am far from my home.
And all the world seems to sleep
Or hibernate unjustly
Hoping to shoo the depravity and depth away
By simply ignoring them.
But the voices and visions call
the hunger is not sated
the kingdom has fallen
the pressure builds
And my words go unwritten, the worst crime
In the eyes of a writer.
Was it something I did?
Am I solely punished?
Cast into the throes of unresolved anguish
Just as a addict is cast far from their drug,
Foiled by the very technology that sustains it.
My laptop's lights are on
But DU is not home
And so I am alone
And powerless
And blind
And lost
And empty.
The lights are on, and now I am home.
SHADOW CAST
Dark clouds storm pushing gloom
Re-awakening horror, shake and gasp
Fount of the sages, well...
Gone...
break out the tinder box
and roll up the sleeves
Mix blood with the ink
Well...
Because this is pure hell,
Went to light the lamppost
And bring the wood in
Barrel...
That was filled with flour
foresee baking within the hour
I doth despise no bread
Sticks...
In my craw,keeps happening
This worry of the writ
We might lose it all
Spice...
from the cupboard to dash
upon my baked bread sticks
Out...
to me persistent problem, agreed?
I sit down to write
Me, creature of the night
Time...
is dragging ass in silence
of the Eyes, folding in
this emptiness with heavy sighs
OH...
the size this fountain pen
is that of Hoot owl
Borne of black feathered tips
off...
My rocker, I scribble lines
Charlie browns head, picture of Kilroy
These signs of my time
Stands...
Still I try to create
But without light, my face
is shadowed in its expressions
Lost...
Dark clouds storm pushing gloom
Re-awakening horror, shake and gasp
Fount of the sages, well...
Gone...
break out the tinder box
and roll up the sleeves
Mix blood with the ink
Well...
Because this is pure hell,
Went to light the lamppost
And bring the wood in
Barrel...
That was filled with flour
foresee baking within the hour
I doth despise no bread
Sticks...
In my craw,keeps happening
This worry of the writ
We might lose it all
Spice...
from the cupboard to dash
upon my baked bread sticks
Out...
to me persistent problem, agreed?
I sit down to write
Me, creature of the night
Time...
is dragging ass in silence
of the Eyes, folding in
this emptiness with heavy sighs
OH...
the size this fountain pen
is that of Hoot owl
Borne of black feathered tips
off...
My rocker, I scribble lines
Charlie browns head, picture of Kilroy
These signs of my time
Stands...
Still I try to create
But without light, my face
is shadowed in its expressions
Lost...
http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h389/p1nkpanther78/1C9179C7-F5E3-4198-B793-1773136E103B-4258-0000035C7F7D4D0F.jpg
The power went out
I had to pout
No they didn't
So I decided to go on Facebook and see
And walavee
Everyone was there from the dup
So I started making banter
And everyone told me to stick my fingers in some sticky batter
I had to stop
But god I was so hot
And pissed
I missed my certain miss
Then she added me
So all was gravy
But I still missed the dup
But if the world had stopped and I had no Tv
Phone, beeper electricity
Forget it
I'd be running around the streets without a care
don't say such things
Not even for a dare
The power went out
I had to pout
No they didn't
So I decided to go on Facebook and see
And walavee
Everyone was there from the dup
So I started making banter
And everyone told me to stick my fingers in some sticky batter
I had to stop
But god I was so hot
And pissed
I missed my certain miss
Then she added me
So all was gravy
But I still missed the dup
But if the world had stopped and I had no Tv
Phone, beeper electricity
Forget it
I'd be running around the streets without a care
don't say such things
Not even for a dare
I was going to extend this competition out a couple more days because the site was down again, but I couldn't figure out how to change it. If anyone knows how, let me know, otherwise I will go with what we have, since we have several exellent poems already posted.
JJ
JJ
