Poetry competition CLOSED 29th March 2013 7:51am
WINNER
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
randomly worded
Poetry Contest Description
chorus, unsheathe, reheat, featherweight, impersonator, plait, noon, clamp, whoosh, restrict, break, specific, noisy, straw, biology
All the words here were picked from the random word generator. http://watchout4snakes.com/CreativityTools/RandomWord/RandomWordPlus.aspx
Create a poem using the words above, variations may be used, eg. breaking instead of break.
Rules
One poem per person
There are fifteen words, so no more than 30 lines per person, please. Less is fine.
No porn, erotica, or senseless violence.
Any questions, PM me.
Two weeks.
Have fun
Create a poem using the words above, variations may be used, eg. breaking instead of break.
Rules
One poem per person
There are fifteen words, so no more than 30 lines per person, please. Less is fine.
No porn, erotica, or senseless violence.
Any questions, PM me.
Two weeks.
Have fun
The chorus of the ages spills forth, to release and unsheath all that which is sought after.
A very specific biology, one must contemplate the break of tides.
The noon time whoosh, of noisy thoughts, restrict all that I am.
The impersonator of the straw built featherweight.
The boxer of the ego, sent to reheat the thoughts, in the act of lighting flame under one's ass.
The plait now undone in the proverbial mind that is, now seeks a clamp, to redo what's been done.
A very specific biology, one must contemplate the break of tides.
The noon time whoosh, of noisy thoughts, restrict all that I am.
The impersonator of the straw built featherweight.
The boxer of the ego, sent to reheat the thoughts, in the act of lighting flame under one's ass.
The plait now undone in the proverbial mind that is, now seeks a clamp, to redo what's been done.
Sleepy Sunday
A break in the day, is what was said,
though, with restriction of thirty lines
clamped, to specific whooshing biology.
How to unsheathe something of worth,
to plait seriously silly syllables,
nearly noon and I lay straw, leavings
of the impersonator to the chorus of winds
that blow through these doors, noisy
raucous bunch, with their fandangle
gilded fiddlesticks, reheat the fire
breath of the harsh cold cometh
A break in the day, is what was said,
though, with restriction of thirty lines
clamped, to specific whooshing biology.
How to unsheathe something of worth,
to plait seriously silly syllables,
nearly noon and I lay straw, leavings
of the impersonator to the chorus of winds
that blow through these doors, noisy
raucous bunch, with their fandangle
gilded fiddlesticks, reheat the fire
breath of the harsh cold cometh
Anonymous
WE ARE KILLING OUR YOUTH
New to teaching
I feel like an impersonator a featherweight
Teaching a course on biology
Reheating my old knowledge
Do not restrict the new
Students break at noon
Spring is in the air
With a whoosh a bird flies by
Followed by more
There is a chorus of chirps
Slightly noisy but welcome
I notice a student in the back
Her hair like straw drawn in a plait
She unsheathes a tiny sword
Releases the clamp in her hair
Starts cutting her wrists
I call campus emergency and 911
We have gotten another one
A lovely young woman
Rejected for reasons unknown
A cutter I can see
Specific in making a venous break
As I stop her from doing more
I reflect on this scene
Why are we killing our youth
With expectations unwritten
The bar is set so high
No student can reach them.
New to teaching
I feel like an impersonator a featherweight
Teaching a course on biology
Reheating my old knowledge
Do not restrict the new
Students break at noon
Spring is in the air
With a whoosh a bird flies by
Followed by more
There is a chorus of chirps
Slightly noisy but welcome
I notice a student in the back
Her hair like straw drawn in a plait
She unsheathes a tiny sword
Releases the clamp in her hair
Starts cutting her wrists
I call campus emergency and 911
We have gotten another one
A lovely young woman
Rejected for reasons unknown
A cutter I can see
Specific in making a venous break
As I stop her from doing more
I reflect on this scene
Why are we killing our youth
With expectations unwritten
The bar is set so high
No student can reach them.
Featherweight Champion
(An AP photo)
Featherweight champion, that's who you are -
the best in your weight class
An impersonator look-alike of yours
tries to cash-in your fame.
At noon he had lunch with your wife
who was his former biology teacher -
likes to weave her hair into a plait.
"Clamp down on your carbs,"
she said as she reheats his food
while he sips the juice with a straw.
The much awaited fight night came
specific instructions were given
by the referee and your coach.
Tried to unsheathe your defenses
restricting your offensive movements
Suddenly a whooshing sound deafened your ears
from an upper-cut punch which breaks your jaw
followed with the noisy chanting of your name
sounds like gospel chorus from your chapel choir.
You just lost your featherweight belt
why I'm not surprised at all
to see a smile in your face,
as you watched pay-per-view TV
from your hospital bed--
suffering from stomach flu.
(An AP photo)
Featherweight champion, that's who you are -
the best in your weight class
An impersonator look-alike of yours
tries to cash-in your fame.
At noon he had lunch with your wife
who was his former biology teacher -
likes to weave her hair into a plait.
"Clamp down on your carbs,"
she said as she reheats his food
while he sips the juice with a straw.
The much awaited fight night came
specific instructions were given
by the referee and your coach.
Tried to unsheathe your defenses
restricting your offensive movements
Suddenly a whooshing sound deafened your ears
from an upper-cut punch which breaks your jaw
followed with the noisy chanting of your name
sounds like gospel chorus from your chapel choir.
You just lost your featherweight belt
why I'm not surprised at all
to see a smile in your face,
as you watched pay-per-view TV
from your hospital bed--
suffering from stomach flu.
Anonymous
chorus, unsheathe, reheat, featherweight, impersonator, plait, noon, clamp, whoosh, restrict, break, specific, noisy, straw, biology
My mind feels too noisy
My plummeting spirit -
like a straw stuffed impersonator
This featherweight challenge
defining the break between myself
and who I am, specifically
To unsheathe my ideals
and sift out the waste
To clamp down on theory
before I just break
Reheat this leftover stew
of my doom
with a whoosh, set it up
Tell the chorus-It's noon
Restrict this deep seeded need to question
My biology takes the answers
plaits them into a suggestion
My mind feels too noisy
My plummeting spirit -
like a straw stuffed impersonator
This featherweight challenge
defining the break between myself
and who I am, specifically
To unsheathe my ideals
and sift out the waste
To clamp down on theory
before I just break
Reheat this leftover stew
of my doom
with a whoosh, set it up
Tell the chorus-It's noon
Restrict this deep seeded need to question
My biology takes the answers
plaits them into a suggestion
Anonymous
And in the end, I am just biology
created with specific design,
that will destroy me, restrict me
to the featherweight chorus
of what I just might have been.
I am yet to unsheathe my potential,
too caught up in noisy visions
that clamp my day; the noon
that glorifies the dark impersonator
I am, or am indeed becoming.
My body is simply borrowed,
my straw-plait hair loaned to me
so that I may break away
from the sun's overbearing reheat
and light my pride with a whoosh of glory.
