Poetry competition CLOSED 20th February 2013 4:04pm
WINNER
MaggieG
MaggieG
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Ideal
Anonymous
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It was Gonna Take a Soldier
(For my Battle , from his)
Da was fighting Irish, a brogue
of a man. His hands
drafted with youth, wrapped around
the steam of steel
before he ever held a gun.
Wounds of animals were healed
before he ever felt
a soldier's open heart-
hot, and bleeding.
So no one retreated
into surprise when Da
put on that once spirited uniform.
He was going…
where he could do some good.
Da always said
"There is a piper to be paid
and no good deed goes unpunished."
He came home with two bronze stars.
He wore his punishment well.
I remember those nights
when stone gardens rattled
the trees outside our door
and Da couldn't find his ease.
"The Chosin" would invade
our front lines, freezing
him into a cold war.
His "little soldier" hunkered down
and listened to the bombshells
telling of her own "Pork Chop Hill".
Because he instructed her how
sometimes you can't help being afraid of the Dark.
I know those deserts in you
where we go searching
for small night flowers to garden
in so much destroying sand-
Just one blossom
to put in the hollow barrel of
"I am being deployed."
Refusing to let you go to war
alone, I stand guard
waiting to be relieved.
As you say, with that smirk
of yours, "And thus it began"
I recalled how to
love an Army man, doing battle
with the force of Life.
Some will say
"She's such a Daddy's Girl."
I am. Da set this Sergeant's march
when I was a child.
And I say even Da knew
long before you captured me
that it was gonna take a soldier
to show me the best way
to haul this gear, and
keep watch over my heart.
(For my Battle , from his)
Da was fighting Irish, a brogue
of a man. His hands
drafted with youth, wrapped around
the steam of steel
before he ever held a gun.
Wounds of animals were healed
before he ever felt
a soldier's open heart-
hot, and bleeding.
So no one retreated
into surprise when Da
put on that once spirited uniform.
He was going…
where he could do some good.
Da always said
"There is a piper to be paid
and no good deed goes unpunished."
He came home with two bronze stars.
He wore his punishment well.
I remember those nights
when stone gardens rattled
the trees outside our door
and Da couldn't find his ease.
"The Chosin" would invade
our front lines, freezing
him into a cold war.
His "little soldier" hunkered down
and listened to the bombshells
telling of her own "Pork Chop Hill".
Because he instructed her how
sometimes you can't help being afraid of the Dark.
I know those deserts in you
where we go searching
for small night flowers to garden
in so much destroying sand-
Just one blossom
to put in the hollow barrel of
"I am being deployed."
Refusing to let you go to war
alone, I stand guard
waiting to be relieved.
As you say, with that smirk
of yours, "And thus it began"
I recalled how to
love an Army man, doing battle
with the force of Life.
Some will say
"She's such a Daddy's Girl."
I am. Da set this Sergeant's march
when I was a child.
And I say even Da knew
long before you captured me
that it was gonna take a soldier
to show me the best way
to haul this gear, and
keep watch over my heart.
Anonymous
“Darkness Remains”
http://i.huffpost.com/gen/750078/thumbs/r-DISNEY-WOMEN-large570.jpg
How does
one explain
perfection,
idealism is a
relative state of mind,
only so many days.
In people,
a rarity so divine.
Hexed by the opposite sex
we move with trepidation,
pheromones
on the line wondering
if it’s genuine
or just the wine.
When I see
starbursts reflected
on her hair,
witness
sunlight kissing moonlight
on her skin,
hear distant lullaby
in her pretty eyes,
then
I’ll know it’s real.
I pray it happens soon.
Until then,
darkness remains.
http://i.huffpost.com/gen/750078/thumbs/r-DISNEY-WOMEN-large570.jpg
How does
one explain
perfection,
idealism is a
relative state of mind,
only so many days.
In people,
a rarity so divine.
Hexed by the opposite sex
we move with trepidation,
pheromones
on the line wondering
if it’s genuine
or just the wine.
When I see
starbursts reflected
on her hair,
witness
sunlight kissing moonlight
on her skin,
hear distant lullaby
in her pretty eyes,
then
I’ll know it’s real.
I pray it happens soon.
Until then,
darkness remains.
- Kirimaru -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
When first you came before my eyes, in that distant time,
I saw your smooth face and long locks of hair, flowing…
You were pale and perfect, with a heart and mind sublime.
From the ruins of your village you rose again, knowing…
That the past was no more and that one future lay with me.
So slender was your body, yet strong and sleek as a tiger!
I could have spent ages, basking in your sweet company.
And in your kiss, I felt the warm heat of your spirit’s fire!
I dressed you in silken finery fit for some lordly Samurai,
Or the imperial courtiers in Edo: radiant, in all their finery.
Yet you were a Ninja; in the shadows your heart did lie,
And that is where I found you, to raise you up blessedly…
From death and damnation, from all disgrace and defeat.
At last you knelt before me, before the angel you beheld…
I looked into your sparkling eyes, so youthful and sweet!
You smiled, you laughed, we joked and much of life felt,
As we held hands and spoke of old tragedies and pains…
The better to make them fade before our hopeful dreams.
Your hands were not rough, washed clean of bloodstains,
As we sat in the castle gardens, by the babbling streams…
Where my hand caressed your cheek, whilst you blushed.
You were so shy, and yet I saw within you such passion!
The clouds above us were not so far, where they rushed,
Across the heavens, chased by the winds in their fashion.
Dark brown were your tresses, soft beneath my fingers…
And how you giggled when I nibbled at your lovely ears!
My memory of you has never died and even yet lingers…
And often, in the deeps of night, it brings me lonely tears.
Green were those garments I gave you to wear; as jade,
But more precious to me because you made them lovely!
Soft were the folds of your Hakama, as were your legs…
Smooth beneath that fabric, swift as is a panther run free.
The muscles of your broad chest my hand oft did meet…
Beneath the jade green Kimono that graced your breast!
There I so oft reclined my weary head: at your heartbeat.
Like thunder in my ears, a lusty thunder that I loved best,
Which rivaled that of the mountainous skies of great Fuji.
The gilded cherry blossoms that decorated your clothing,
Were more full of life than those that bloom on any tree!
You were a simple man and not given much to boasting.
That is why I loved you, for all this and more I can say…
Of your beautiful heart, mind, soul, spirit, and body also.
Your voice was gentle, your manner like the spring day…
Which is easygoing, and relaxed, wherever one may go.
How oft I kissed your neck, and you would turn about,
Surprising me with a hot, passionate meeting of our lips!
When you were gone I would often sit and quietly pout,
Whilst picturing: your arms wrapped tight about my hips.
This is but one memory I have of Kirimaru, my beloved,
From that time when we strode together across a land…
Which in the end cared not if we might be living or dead.
He was a glorious soul and the most honestly noble man,
Who ever drew a blade at my side for our shared cause!
Though I caused him much sorrow, he forgave me this…
For he longed to forget his past, to put aside all that was.
Instead of hiding in the shadows, he would know bliss…
By starting over, cutting every tie with the Iga Ninja clan!
But our love was fated to end, when our castle blazed…
And, dead did lay every member of our desperate band.
Our dreams went up in smoke, and could not be raised!
I had to let you go, because another claimed my heart…
And I believed you dead, seeing you cut down violently.
You never knew of my other lover, or of her brave part,
In redeeming me from dark damnation, ever so valiantly.
Yet time took her from me as well, and I knew solitude,
Until I came to Edo, and you met me in a pretty garden.
Your smile, was welcoming; happy, was your attitude…
And, beneath the Sakura trees, we made love yet again.
But my thoughts turned, to she who was my salvation…
And you eased me through the times I was inconsolable.
I suppose I never really was freed, from my damnation!
The darkness called me back; it’s power uncontrollable.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
When first you came before my eyes, in that distant time,
I saw your smooth face and long locks of hair, flowing…
You were pale and perfect, with a heart and mind sublime.
From the ruins of your village you rose again, knowing…
That the past was no more and that one future lay with me.
So slender was your body, yet strong and sleek as a tiger!
I could have spent ages, basking in your sweet company.
And in your kiss, I felt the warm heat of your spirit’s fire!
I dressed you in silken finery fit for some lordly Samurai,
Or the imperial courtiers in Edo: radiant, in all their finery.
Yet you were a Ninja; in the shadows your heart did lie,
And that is where I found you, to raise you up blessedly…
From death and damnation, from all disgrace and defeat.
At last you knelt before me, before the angel you beheld…
I looked into your sparkling eyes, so youthful and sweet!
You smiled, you laughed, we joked and much of life felt,
As we held hands and spoke of old tragedies and pains…
The better to make them fade before our hopeful dreams.
Your hands were not rough, washed clean of bloodstains,
As we sat in the castle gardens, by the babbling streams…
Where my hand caressed your cheek, whilst you blushed.
You were so shy, and yet I saw within you such passion!
The clouds above us were not so far, where they rushed,
Across the heavens, chased by the winds in their fashion.
Dark brown were your tresses, soft beneath my fingers…
And how you giggled when I nibbled at your lovely ears!
My memory of you has never died and even yet lingers…
And often, in the deeps of night, it brings me lonely tears.
Green were those garments I gave you to wear; as jade,
But more precious to me because you made them lovely!
Soft were the folds of your Hakama, as were your legs…
Smooth beneath that fabric, swift as is a panther run free.
The muscles of your broad chest my hand oft did meet…
Beneath the jade green Kimono that graced your breast!
There I so oft reclined my weary head: at your heartbeat.
Like thunder in my ears, a lusty thunder that I loved best,
Which rivaled that of the mountainous skies of great Fuji.
The gilded cherry blossoms that decorated your clothing,
Were more full of life than those that bloom on any tree!
You were a simple man and not given much to boasting.
That is why I loved you, for all this and more I can say…
Of your beautiful heart, mind, soul, spirit, and body also.
Your voice was gentle, your manner like the spring day…
Which is easygoing, and relaxed, wherever one may go.
How oft I kissed your neck, and you would turn about,
Surprising me with a hot, passionate meeting of our lips!
When you were gone I would often sit and quietly pout,
Whilst picturing: your arms wrapped tight about my hips.
This is but one memory I have of Kirimaru, my beloved,
From that time when we strode together across a land…
Which in the end cared not if we might be living or dead.
He was a glorious soul and the most honestly noble man,
Who ever drew a blade at my side for our shared cause!
Though I caused him much sorrow, he forgave me this…
For he longed to forget his past, to put aside all that was.
Instead of hiding in the shadows, he would know bliss…
By starting over, cutting every tie with the Iga Ninja clan!
But our love was fated to end, when our castle blazed…
And, dead did lay every member of our desperate band.
Our dreams went up in smoke, and could not be raised!
I had to let you go, because another claimed my heart…
And I believed you dead, seeing you cut down violently.
You never knew of my other lover, or of her brave part,
In redeeming me from dark damnation, ever so valiantly.
Yet time took her from me as well, and I knew solitude,
Until I came to Edo, and you met me in a pretty garden.
Your smile, was welcoming; happy, was your attitude…
And, beneath the Sakura trees, we made love yet again.
But my thoughts turned, to she who was my salvation…
And you eased me through the times I was inconsolable.
I suppose I never really was freed, from my damnation!
The darkness called me back; it’s power uncontrollable.
Anonymous
The perfect one...be they GLBT or other....by mikimoondancer
He, or she..would be happy alone
but enhanced by my presence and relate to my soul.
Would be brave enough to tell truths that aren't pretty
Accepting of life when it's brutal and filthy.
See beauty in oddities, sneered at by others
Find comfort within, independent of lovers.
Walk tall or crawl struggling but never give up...
Know that finding happiness begins with self love.
Be able to fall, yet learn from the trip
Be able to cry and ebrace the gift.
Know how to listen and not only hear,
respect the discussion even if we disagree.
Not give a thought to getting old or losing beauty
but grow in spiritual strength as life is wasted on the youthful.
My ideal mate would be raw, natural, and real
and alway's have the insight to see past the surreal.
He, or she..would be happy alone
but enhanced by my presence and relate to my soul.
Would be brave enough to tell truths that aren't pretty
Accepting of life when it's brutal and filthy.
See beauty in oddities, sneered at by others
Find comfort within, independent of lovers.
Walk tall or crawl struggling but never give up...
Know that finding happiness begins with self love.
Be able to fall, yet learn from the trip
Be able to cry and ebrace the gift.
Know how to listen and not only hear,
respect the discussion even if we disagree.
Not give a thought to getting old or losing beauty
but grow in spiritual strength as life is wasted on the youthful.
My ideal mate would be raw, natural, and real
and alway's have the insight to see past the surreal.
(No title)
Sunlight setting your hair into a shining hue,
Soft and warm to my searching fingertips.
They wend their way deep into your caramel strands,
I lean forward and smell your spicy-sweet aroma.
I sit behind you, thighs hugging your hips
My hands whispering down to your broad shoulders,
Kneading the strong, lean muscles tenderly,
Your light honey skin making me yearn
Your mischievous smile makes your eyes sparkle,
A field of sage surrounding a ring of gold leaf.
Sable lashes formed into a long and thick line,
Frame your eyes with muted blonde tips.
Your nose proudly takes claim front and center,
Arched in a lesser form of what's considered "Romanesque".
It adds a distinguished charm about your face,
In perfect contrast to my slight upward tilt.
Your taller than most, 6'3", but not the tallest.
The perfect height for me to rise on my tiptoes,
Tipping your head downward to meet my lips with yours,
light rose and not too thin, not too thick.
Your wingspan is long and well-defined,
Arms amber-hued and kissed by the sun.
Corn-silk pale hair covering your forearms,
Enchanting me as they shimmer in the afternoon glow.
Nobody else knows your body the way I do.
Only I have had the pleasure of exploring you,
Any other past flame neglecting to give,
The exquisite care and admiration I offer.
You are so beautiful in my eyes.
Every feature created perfectly for my desire,
Stirring something deeply sensual inside me,
Letting me know your all mine
Sunlight setting your hair into a shining hue,
Soft and warm to my searching fingertips.
They wend their way deep into your caramel strands,
I lean forward and smell your spicy-sweet aroma.
I sit behind you, thighs hugging your hips
My hands whispering down to your broad shoulders,
Kneading the strong, lean muscles tenderly,
Your light honey skin making me yearn
Your mischievous smile makes your eyes sparkle,
A field of sage surrounding a ring of gold leaf.
Sable lashes formed into a long and thick line,
Frame your eyes with muted blonde tips.
Your nose proudly takes claim front and center,
Arched in a lesser form of what's considered "Romanesque".
It adds a distinguished charm about your face,
In perfect contrast to my slight upward tilt.
Your taller than most, 6'3", but not the tallest.
The perfect height for me to rise on my tiptoes,
Tipping your head downward to meet my lips with yours,
light rose and not too thin, not too thick.
Your wingspan is long and well-defined,
Arms amber-hued and kissed by the sun.
Corn-silk pale hair covering your forearms,
Enchanting me as they shimmer in the afternoon glow.
Nobody else knows your body the way I do.
Only I have had the pleasure of exploring you,
Any other past flame neglecting to give,
The exquisite care and admiration I offer.
You are so beautiful in my eyes.
Every feature created perfectly for my desire,
Stirring something deeply sensual inside me,
Letting me know your all mine
I run my hand down your thigh
slowly.. cherishing you.
bringing my hand back up
moving to your porcelain chest
grasping your hips
and pulling you in closely,
caressing your lips with mine.
running a hand through your hair
a lovely shade,
my beautiful brunette.
Loving your sexy-smart glasses
framed perfectly on your nose.
Caressing your curved beauty
your body feels smooth and free
Tracing the tip of my tongue
around your luscious lips.
You taste of the sweetest
excessively sweet.
Sighing in relief
as you leave faint marks
softly left on my neck.
And deep scratches on my chest
feeling your nails sink in
Your momento, I will cherish.
Staring deeply into
your blazing blue eyes
the passion burns strong.
As the song of passion murmurs
as chirping birds in song.
I feel at peace
and at home.
Staring endlessly into those eyes
drawing an empowering source
from the
stream of endless blue.
slowly.. cherishing you.
bringing my hand back up
moving to your porcelain chest
grasping your hips
and pulling you in closely,
caressing your lips with mine.
running a hand through your hair
a lovely shade,
my beautiful brunette.
Loving your sexy-smart glasses
framed perfectly on your nose.
Caressing your curved beauty
your body feels smooth and free
Tracing the tip of my tongue
around your luscious lips.
You taste of the sweetest
excessively sweet.
Sighing in relief
as you leave faint marks
softly left on my neck.
And deep scratches on my chest
feeling your nails sink in
Your momento, I will cherish.
Staring deeply into
your blazing blue eyes
the passion burns strong.
As the song of passion murmurs
as chirping birds in song.
I feel at peace
and at home.
Staring endlessly into those eyes
drawing an empowering source
from the
stream of endless blue.
Anonymous
BUT SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL
Lizabeth was her name
Popular, clever and vain
Woman wanted to be like her
Men wanted her
Lizabeth got her doctorate
In Biochemistry
Working secretly with the CIA
Generating cruelty
Nerve gas was the name gave it
Actually it blocked mitochondrial
ATP synthesis
You would die from no energy
Experiments on rats worked
All the way up to primates
Then the men in black took it
Tried it on prisoners
Lizabeth had her treasure trove
A Ph.D. and some pills
To get her where she wanted to go
The Ivory Tower and Big Pharma
Lizabeth rose fast
From publish and perish
Anybody who crossed her
Could not fight back
She was in my lab
And we got along
I was afraid of her
Thus I was not a threat
I followed her career
As she went dazzlingly to the top
However, she took on too much
She was clever; but in beyond her ability
A Nobel Prize winning Scientist
Uncovered Lizabeth's ways
Had the grants to her stopped
Somehow she got more money
They tried to get rid of her
In various nasty ways
She was getting careless
Her victims were tired; but could still talk
Finally one day
A graduate school student
Did not receive the attention
She was supposed to provide
Went insane
Brought a gun
To the lab
Shot her in the head
The police showed up
He confessed to the crime
Homicide Policeman said
But she was so beautiful
Meaning she did not deserve to die this way
Thus protected by beauty and fame
The graduate student was to blame
Many people cried at her funeral
As they thought her innocent
Beauty is generally recognized as good
Beauty can get away with murder
Women heed my word
No matter how smart you are
Invest in your looks
As much as in your learning
For we are superficial
We do not really care about character
All the pastor said was:
The beautiful woman is dead.
Lizabeth was her name
Popular, clever and vain
Woman wanted to be like her
Men wanted her
Lizabeth got her doctorate
In Biochemistry
Working secretly with the CIA
Generating cruelty
Nerve gas was the name gave it
Actually it blocked mitochondrial
ATP synthesis
You would die from no energy
Experiments on rats worked
All the way up to primates
Then the men in black took it
Tried it on prisoners
Lizabeth had her treasure trove
A Ph.D. and some pills
To get her where she wanted to go
The Ivory Tower and Big Pharma
Lizabeth rose fast
From publish and perish
Anybody who crossed her
Could not fight back
She was in my lab
And we got along
I was afraid of her
Thus I was not a threat
I followed her career
As she went dazzlingly to the top
However, she took on too much
She was clever; but in beyond her ability
A Nobel Prize winning Scientist
Uncovered Lizabeth's ways
Had the grants to her stopped
Somehow she got more money
They tried to get rid of her
In various nasty ways
She was getting careless
Her victims were tired; but could still talk
Finally one day
A graduate school student
Did not receive the attention
She was supposed to provide
Went insane
Brought a gun
To the lab
Shot her in the head
The police showed up
He confessed to the crime
Homicide Policeman said
But she was so beautiful
Meaning she did not deserve to die this way
Thus protected by beauty and fame
The graduate student was to blame
Many people cried at her funeral
As they thought her innocent
Beauty is generally recognized as good
Beauty can get away with murder
Women heed my word
No matter how smart you are
Invest in your looks
As much as in your learning
For we are superficial
We do not really care about character
All the pastor said was:
The beautiful woman is dead.
A storm comes rushing when she opens her eyes.
The sweetest of tones,even if she could lie.
A color of soul yet to be invented.
With her it means never needed defenses.
A laugh that's heard from atop Olympian.
Her teachings for me,how to be a simple man.
Her perfect day,shades grey as it rains.
As loud as she can,she sings through the day.
Faith in the God who sent us his son.
Her smile spreads smiles,amongst everyone.
Proud of her man,who doesn't deserve,
a love that transcends myself,as does hers...
MY IDEAL WOMAN
Success is not the only main reason
This young lady loves me at all seasons
I’m going to declare this the best love tale at all regions
This girl is addicted to me like I’m a hero.
shawty loves me everyday she lives
If you ask me how the chic is
My answer will be even models cant give her a kiss
Such wonderful,beautiful,intelligent woman addicted to me.
Now she is eighteen and wants me to be a doctor
All kinds of guys after, but she tells em she Is locked up
After all her hard work,she calls me over
With two mouth words I speak, I give her the best romantic offer.
My girlfriend is worth than a million
When I kiss her, my mood goes 100 from zero
As she lies in me she never gets pissed off
I’m a man of her dreams, she could always think of.
I love her so much but to her its too much
She says she will kill herself if I leave her and I cant march
Before I respond, her kisses serve me as my lunch
Honey I love you and my affection wont scratch.
Success is not the only main reason
This young lady loves me at all seasons
I’m going to declare this the best love tale at all regions
This girl is addicted to me like I’m a hero.
shawty loves me everyday she lives
If you ask me how the chic is
My answer will be even models cant give her a kiss
Such wonderful,beautiful,intelligent woman addicted to me.
Now she is eighteen and wants me to be a doctor
All kinds of guys after, but she tells em she Is locked up
After all her hard work,she calls me over
With two mouth words I speak, I give her the best romantic offer.
My girlfriend is worth than a million
When I kiss her, my mood goes 100 from zero
As she lies in me she never gets pissed off
I’m a man of her dreams, she could always think of.
I love her so much but to her its too much
She says she will kill herself if I leave her and I cant march
Before I respond, her kisses serve me as my lunch
Honey I love you and my affection wont scratch.
Anonymous
Thank you Essie for running this good competition.
All the poems submitted were great.
All the poems submitted were great.
Anonymous
Congrats to the winner and all the other poets....
Maggie G-great comp!
Strider:)
Maggie G-great comp!
Strider:)
