Poetry competition CLOSED 11th March 2013 8:18am
WINNER
runningturtle87
runningturtle87
RUNNER-UP:
maryanns
Water — Submerged
Anonymous
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The Oceans and the Black Swan (Part 2)
Merciless tides wash through the decks
waves shuddering in pitiful regret
Men cast aside in the pull so fierce
And dragged down deep to the depths.
Muffled screams as thunder cracks
And lightning does strike.
The Crew feel nothing
Men of sacrifice
Of suffering.
Have known greater pain.
Through the storm, the Black Swan staggers
Under the weary stars does she sing
She be sailing to the North,
through no man's sea.
"Reef the mainsail!
Bring us closer to the wind!"
The wind screams out into the night
as the Swan catches on
The next wind
and pulled into the eye of the storm.
No sea has ever been stronger
casting crew men to the ocean
to the freezing depths.
They die.
The Ocean
tearing into the vessel
the waves
come crashing down
as those remaining,
scream under its weight.
Only Captain
And first mate remain
Brothers known to each other
For too long.
The final wave, towering in height
Bring the crushing defeat.
The Oceans swallow them whole
And claim the Black Swan
Crushing the wood
And swallowing it whole
Men today
Claim to hear in crest-fallen song
Of the Sea-farers’ Ode
Faint in sorrow
"As lapping waters claim her
we be set free.
While she sinks in vessel
she soars in spirit.
Bitter salt
a taste of the wind
rain thrashes her
tearing into the weather-torn
wood.
Shuddering as she breathes
crying as she creaks
she who has claimed her crew
her crew claim her crest.
The crest of the fallen
of the sea-farer and the proud."
As the Black Swan
sinks to the depths
darkness she be claimed.
Death the crew may be brought
souls of the sea-farers
Still sing to the Black Swan
to her crest-fallen ode.
The final timber sinks
breaking through the surface...
The Black Swan be claimed
as the ship wrecks of old.
As she settles to sea bank
and weed of sea constrict.
Miles above the depths
the storm of the Oceans
rages on.
As the Black Swan
rests below
(Note, this is the edited version to my first entry, which I have now deleted)
Merciless tides wash through the decks
waves shuddering in pitiful regret
Men cast aside in the pull so fierce
And dragged down deep to the depths.
Muffled screams as thunder cracks
And lightning does strike.
The Crew feel nothing
Men of sacrifice
Of suffering.
Have known greater pain.
Through the storm, the Black Swan staggers
Under the weary stars does she sing
She be sailing to the North,
through no man's sea.
"Reef the mainsail!
Bring us closer to the wind!"
The wind screams out into the night
as the Swan catches on
The next wind
and pulled into the eye of the storm.
No sea has ever been stronger
casting crew men to the ocean
to the freezing depths.
They die.
The Ocean
tearing into the vessel
the waves
come crashing down
as those remaining,
scream under its weight.
Only Captain
And first mate remain
Brothers known to each other
For too long.
The final wave, towering in height
Bring the crushing defeat.
The Oceans swallow them whole
And claim the Black Swan
Crushing the wood
And swallowing it whole
Men today
Claim to hear in crest-fallen song
Of the Sea-farers’ Ode
Faint in sorrow
"As lapping waters claim her
we be set free.
While she sinks in vessel
she soars in spirit.
Bitter salt
a taste of the wind
rain thrashes her
tearing into the weather-torn
wood.
Shuddering as she breathes
crying as she creaks
she who has claimed her crew
her crew claim her crest.
The crest of the fallen
of the sea-farer and the proud."
As the Black Swan
sinks to the depths
darkness she be claimed.
Death the crew may be brought
souls of the sea-farers
Still sing to the Black Swan
to her crest-fallen ode.
The final timber sinks
breaking through the surface...
The Black Swan be claimed
as the ship wrecks of old.
As she settles to sea bank
and weed of sea constrict.
Miles above the depths
the storm of the Oceans
rages on.
As the Black Swan
rests below
(Note, this is the edited version to my first entry, which I have now deleted)
look into me
Here inside these walls
lays the beating of my heart
piercing away at my flesh
leaving skid marks on my alabaster skin
marks you never noticed
you couldn't see
beyond the bounds of my beauty
if only you had took the time to even just peek
into the depths of my mind
you could have seen me
known me
loved me even
but you decided to walk away
with my warm heart in the palm of your hands
cuz it wasn't worth your future
and easily you gave it back cold
with need
never finding out why it beats slow
or why it choice to love only you
and for that reason
you will never know that
lying at my core
are opened wounds
and uncut flawless diamonds
that are ready to shine
for the one that can look into my heart
not just look at me
Here inside these walls
lays the beating of my heart
piercing away at my flesh
leaving skid marks on my alabaster skin
marks you never noticed
you couldn't see
beyond the bounds of my beauty
if only you had took the time to even just peek
into the depths of my mind
you could have seen me
known me
loved me even
but you decided to walk away
with my warm heart in the palm of your hands
cuz it wasn't worth your future
and easily you gave it back cold
with need
never finding out why it beats slow
or why it choice to love only you
and for that reason
you will never know that
lying at my core
are opened wounds
and uncut flawless diamonds
that are ready to shine
for the one that can look into my heart
not just look at me
I was thrown overboard into angry waters'
The sea roared its demand for an expected toll
Bound by an iron chain I sank like stone
Anchored here forever in cold, lightless woe,
I stand here on the floor of this possessive sea
Tugging ineffectually at this unrelenting chain
The sea's grip crushes all dare's of a simple hope
To escape, here is where I am bound to remain,
I collapse, so weary, tired, and heavy even with grief
I am so alone, ignored by even Death's insatiable greed
I remember sensual, warm day's illuminated by sun-shine
To re-live such time's I have a longing; I have a need,
I don't know how long I've been held down in these depths?
When I've looked upon anything brighter than empty black?
The weight bare's down upon me with a cold, crushing hand
I was cast overboard along with immortality still intact.
The sea roared its demand for an expected toll
Bound by an iron chain I sank like stone
Anchored here forever in cold, lightless woe,
I stand here on the floor of this possessive sea
Tugging ineffectually at this unrelenting chain
The sea's grip crushes all dare's of a simple hope
To escape, here is where I am bound to remain,
I collapse, so weary, tired, and heavy even with grief
I am so alone, ignored by even Death's insatiable greed
I remember sensual, warm day's illuminated by sun-shine
To re-live such time's I have a longing; I have a need,
I don't know how long I've been held down in these depths?
When I've looked upon anything brighter than empty black?
The weight bare's down upon me with a cold, crushing hand
I was cast overboard along with immortality still intact.
Anonymous
Well springs in life...
This wellspring within me gets murky at times
Polluted like oceans, eroding my life
Filtered so often, cleansed by my soul
I have wishing well days that restore a pure flow
In torrential emotions and free flowing tears
I get bogged down with dismay and flooded by fears
Like long winding streams, rivers, and lakes
I flow right along to destiny's gate
The falls and debris, the droughts and the floods
The once crystal waters that now look like mud
I relate to the change, it reflects in my mind
But I'll swim, float, or tread
Whilst expulsing the grime
Written by mikimoondancer
This wellspring within me gets murky at times
Polluted like oceans, eroding my life
Filtered so often, cleansed by my soul
I have wishing well days that restore a pure flow
In torrential emotions and free flowing tears
I get bogged down with dismay and flooded by fears
Like long winding streams, rivers, and lakes
I flow right along to destiny's gate
The falls and debris, the droughts and the floods
The once crystal waters that now look like mud
I relate to the change, it reflects in my mind
But I'll swim, float, or tread
Whilst expulsing the grime
Written by mikimoondancer
Anonymous
VISITING
----
I visit this place again,
this featureless black expanse.
The place that reveals to me
only hints of its nature.
At times, there have been
two prostrate steel monolithic
girders - I think - that caught a glimpse
of some foreign light, catching only
the alien corners of these colossal
darkened edifices.
Drilled, they appear, through an
unrecognisable wall,
and stretching perpetually
towards an endless horizon
of black, still.
Other times, in the gargantuan black,
I do not perceive visually,
but become aware of a
breathing titan,
not human, featureless.
An object that presents the
definition of fear.
Yet the polyphemic item
does not stir terror in me.
It merely exists, here,
in this endless chasm,
incomprehesible,
is it alive?
Larger than sound,
taller than the sky
and blacker than nothing.
Other times, shapeless forms
swim in this void.
But mostly there is emptiness,
a void of total darkness.
This place is visited by me,
secretly.
Struck back by the divine energy
of a lone climactic spasm
in an empty house.
Between consciousnesses,
the herculean blackness before a still coma.
In the smoke of a thousand exotic spirits,
filling my lungs and throat, the blackness lives.
----
I visit this place again,
this featureless black expanse.
The place that reveals to me
only hints of its nature.
At times, there have been
two prostrate steel monolithic
girders - I think - that caught a glimpse
of some foreign light, catching only
the alien corners of these colossal
darkened edifices.
Drilled, they appear, through an
unrecognisable wall,
and stretching perpetually
towards an endless horizon
of black, still.
Other times, in the gargantuan black,
I do not perceive visually,
but become aware of a
breathing titan,
not human, featureless.
An object that presents the
definition of fear.
Yet the polyphemic item
does not stir terror in me.
It merely exists, here,
in this endless chasm,
incomprehesible,
is it alive?
Larger than sound,
taller than the sky
and blacker than nothing.
Other times, shapeless forms
swim in this void.
But mostly there is emptiness,
a void of total darkness.
This place is visited by me,
secretly.
Struck back by the divine energy
of a lone climactic spasm
in an empty house.
Between consciousnesses,
the herculean blackness before a still coma.
In the smoke of a thousand exotic spirits,
filling my lungs and throat, the blackness lives.
Sea Mother
I go for solace,
to descry the infinity.
She dresses herself
in a myriad of robes,
glittering gold of balmy airs,
frothing whites of exhilaration
or rolling grey rumbles
defiant of murderous gales.
Below the surface,
where the liquid lull nourishes,
her heart pulses
ceaselessly.
I immerse myself
in her infinite embrace.
I forgive the salty assail,
forging persistent tendrils of memory.
Months later,
stranded on the shore,
I cling to the whispers past,
reluctant to suffer her icy clinch.
Still she comforts me,
feeds me,
celebrates and mourns with me.
She waits enduringly.
Her greatest gift is
a mirror, held patiently.
I gather kissed pebbles,
gaze at the spray of rejoicing.
I feel the pull to the deep
wrapped around my core.
One of my sea poems... I need to write more. Who's next?
I go for solace,
to descry the infinity.
She dresses herself
in a myriad of robes,
glittering gold of balmy airs,
frothing whites of exhilaration
or rolling grey rumbles
defiant of murderous gales.
Below the surface,
where the liquid lull nourishes,
her heart pulses
ceaselessly.
I immerse myself
in her infinite embrace.
I forgive the salty assail,
forging persistent tendrils of memory.
Months later,
stranded on the shore,
I cling to the whispers past,
reluctant to suffer her icy clinch.
Still she comforts me,
feeds me,
celebrates and mourns with me.
She waits enduringly.
Her greatest gift is
a mirror, held patiently.
I gather kissed pebbles,
gaze at the spray of rejoicing.
I feel the pull to the deep
wrapped around my core.
One of my sea poems... I need to write more. Who's next?
Anonymous
Ataki- Inspired by the photograph you used for your competition....
“Sunken Wolves”
http://cache2.allpostersimages.com/p/LRG/28/2805/YHCOD00Z/posters/skerry-brian-j-a-human-skull-lies-inside-the-wreckage-of-a-german-u-boat.jpg
Lurking just below the surface,
wolf packs were on the prowl.
Breeding war-violence,
destruction and mayhem,
these smooth-runners
torpedoed
death
into many
unsuspecting sailors,
who never had a chance.
Grizzled U-Boat commanders,
so far from the Fatherland,
witnessed the
ravages of war,
they knew the risks.
Brave,
in their own right
I wonder,
were they frightened
to see their own death,
which probably came
just as quick.
Another mystery,
skeletons trapped in
twisted-metal-coffins
lying at the bottom of
the deep blue sea,
forever silent.
“Sunken Wolves”
http://cache2.allpostersimages.com/p/LRG/28/2805/YHCOD00Z/posters/skerry-brian-j-a-human-skull-lies-inside-the-wreckage-of-a-german-u-boat.jpg
Lurking just below the surface,
wolf packs were on the prowl.
Breeding war-violence,
destruction and mayhem,
these smooth-runners
torpedoed
death
into many
unsuspecting sailors,
who never had a chance.
Grizzled U-Boat commanders,
so far from the Fatherland,
witnessed the
ravages of war,
they knew the risks.
Brave,
in their own right
I wonder,
were they frightened
to see their own death,
which probably came
just as quick.
Another mystery,
skeletons trapped in
twisted-metal-coffins
lying at the bottom of
the deep blue sea,
forever silent.
