Poetry competition CLOSED 20th June 2013 3:57pm
WINNER
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
Camping
Anonymous
CRANBERRY LAKE
Andres and I went camping on Cranberry Lake
For three days there was perfection in my life
Portaging was light and easy
The lake was a marvelous delight
Of tiny islands and lily pads
We canoed from morning till night
At night we pitched our tent
Made love despite the mosquitoes
Slept soundly through the night
Rose to colors we never saw before
Only painters see these palettes
Of the sunrise in the morning
Of the sunset at night
As for beer, we forgot it
It was too heavy to portage
Love's delight made camping tolerable
I am not a camping girl
Only Andres could get me in a tent
With his Spanish charm
When we broke up
I swore, I would not do this again
Found myself the perfect Leo
Who loves comfort and luxury
Price is not a factor
I will always remember
My one wonderful camp experience
The clean air, the sheer beauty
Three days of rapture
One mosquito bite
In the wrong place
Ruined it forever, for me.
Anonymous
The Good Life
The sun is setting
as we settle in
tents pitched, fire lit
waiting on the stars
beer on ice
clearing our minds
as we slow down
unwind
to normal
oak scents in the smoke haze
laughter and smiles
mixed in the blaze
under a canopy of stars
on an earthen bed
drunk on constellations
with reality dead
dreaming now, instead
these day's, these nights
immersed in nature
wholly convinced
the Goddess is a painter
The sun is setting
as we settle in
tents pitched, fire lit
waiting on the stars
beer on ice
clearing our minds
as we slow down
unwind
to normal
oak scents in the smoke haze
laughter and smiles
mixed in the blaze
under a canopy of stars
on an earthen bed
drunk on constellations
with reality dead
dreaming now, instead
these day's, these nights
immersed in nature
wholly convinced
the Goddess is a painter
Anonymous
when it rains
"These rocks record the very aeons of creation." - Written on a sign at the peak of Snowdon
There's a full moon in Betws-y-Coed
a dog barking in the distance
echoes from the slate
crumbling from the mountain side
painted with the consistent rain
that batters the tight skin of our home
we hammer in our ropes ready for the storm
while the sheep bleat their warnings
(or maybe they are mocking us?)
laughing at our failures to stay dry
while they just simply be
the mountain has eroded in such a way
that it looks like giant steps from heaven
where God himself descends at night
to walk amongst his kingdom on the lake
keeping the legends fresh for our generation
and I know that civilisation
is but a train ride away,
but underneath the firework lightning
I embraced my hot tea like a long lost friend
and watched in awe
of the divine
"These rocks record the very aeons of creation." - Written on a sign at the peak of Snowdon
There's a full moon in Betws-y-Coed
a dog barking in the distance
echoes from the slate
crumbling from the mountain side
painted with the consistent rain
that batters the tight skin of our home
we hammer in our ropes ready for the storm
while the sheep bleat their warnings
(or maybe they are mocking us?)
laughing at our failures to stay dry
while they just simply be
the mountain has eroded in such a way
that it looks like giant steps from heaven
where God himself descends at night
to walk amongst his kingdom on the lake
keeping the legends fresh for our generation
and I know that civilisation
is but a train ride away,
but underneath the firework lightning
I embraced my hot tea like a long lost friend
and watched in awe
of the divine
Anonymous
MadameLavender said:My Thoughts On Camping
Please don’t make me go
On a camping trip—no
I might just get dysentery
From amoeba-filled water
And then I’ll get hotter
From the sunburn all over me.
But aside from the shits
There’s also deer ticks
And those shiny, green leaves of three
The ones when you touch
Make you itch so damn much,
Yes, friends—it’s poison ivy.
And you brought liquor along??
Shall we sing drunken songs
About how fucking fun in the woods this is?
With mosquitoes and Sasquatch—
I’ll be up all night on watch
Though I’d rather just slit my wrists.
I don’t care what you think
I never learned how to drink,
So you can take those beers and dump ‘em.
My kind of camping, I’ll tell
Is a night at a Sheraton Hotel
With a hot guy for me, just to hump him.
This is excellent - this is how I feel.....
Please don’t make me go
On a camping trip—no
I might just get dysentery
From amoeba-filled water
And then I’ll get hotter
From the sunburn all over me.
But aside from the shits
There’s also deer ticks
And those shiny, green leaves of three
The ones when you touch
Make you itch so damn much,
Yes, friends—it’s poison ivy.
And you brought liquor along??
Shall we sing drunken songs
About how fucking fun in the woods this is?
With mosquitoes and Sasquatch—
I’ll be up all night on watch
Though I’d rather just slit my wrists.
I don’t care what you think
I never learned how to drink,
So you can take those beers and dump ‘em.
My kind of camping, I’ll tell
Is a night at a Sheraton Hotel
With a hot guy for me, just to hump him.
This is excellent - this is how I feel.....
Anonymous
The Great Outdoors
As I remember it must have been around 1 AM
when the wild hogs entered our campsite
my face was buried between your thighs
it was a magical late spring night
Soon after our damp, cold tent
collapsed and as it touched my bare behind
I was afraid I drove my extended tongue too deep
but your erotic groans said you were fine
One of the beasts rooted up the campfire
tossing hot coals and logs into the air
some must have landed between my legs
because I remember sniffing burning hair
Sure enough as the embers went flying
the bush around my tree ignited from a spark
I could see the flames growing
so clearly in the dark
About then we saw vehicle headlights
crashing towards us through the trees
a group of firefighters camped close by
had smelled the smoke on the breeze
They vanquished all the pigs
fixed our tent, put out the flames
then stood there with my naked girlfriend
shaking hands, exchanging names
As a friendly fireman rubbed on burn cream
he said, “No pigs, no flames, nothing to worry about.”
I winched and said, “That’s easy for you to say!
You’ve used all my beer putting the damn fire out!”
As I remember it must have been around 1 AM
when the wild hogs entered our campsite
my face was buried between your thighs
it was a magical late spring night
Soon after our damp, cold tent
collapsed and as it touched my bare behind
I was afraid I drove my extended tongue too deep
but your erotic groans said you were fine
One of the beasts rooted up the campfire
tossing hot coals and logs into the air
some must have landed between my legs
because I remember sniffing burning hair
Sure enough as the embers went flying
the bush around my tree ignited from a spark
I could see the flames growing
so clearly in the dark
About then we saw vehicle headlights
crashing towards us through the trees
a group of firefighters camped close by
had smelled the smoke on the breeze
They vanquished all the pigs
fixed our tent, put out the flames
then stood there with my naked girlfriend
shaking hands, exchanging names
As a friendly fireman rubbed on burn cream
he said, “No pigs, no flames, nothing to worry about.”
I winched and said, “That’s easy for you to say!
You’ve used all my beer putting the damn fire out!”
because even standing about outside when it's pissing it down and men are failing to erect a tent and women are judging their sexuality harshly for it can be all right with some beer
but given a choice i'd take the beer
and some xanax xanax anax
an axe or ax if youre from the beat side of town
buried in your head neat like through a brass moguls head
and the excuse the same they made me do it
they made me do it
but given a choice i'd take the beer
and some xanax xanax anax
an axe or ax if youre from the beat side of town
buried in your head neat like through a brass moguls head
and the excuse the same they made me do it
they made me do it
bitch knew I couldn't swim
she swam out onto a rock in the lake
took all her clothes off
threw open her legs and beckoned me over
"fuck that shit" I said to myself
put some bacon on the fire
cranked the volume on the transistor radio
skinned up a spliff
and took in the scene around me
reached into the cooler for a bottle
..found none, called out to the woman on the rock
she laughed and pointed at my beer
all laid out in the middle of the lake
ran across the water like Jesus
grabbed my beers,
knocked her the fuck out
...bitch
she swam out onto a rock in the lake
took all her clothes off
threw open her legs and beckoned me over
"fuck that shit" I said to myself
put some bacon on the fire
cranked the volume on the transistor radio
skinned up a spliff
and took in the scene around me
reached into the cooler for a bottle
..found none, called out to the woman on the rock
she laughed and pointed at my beer
all laid out in the middle of the lake
ran across the water like Jesus
grabbed my beers,
knocked her the fuck out
...bitch
lepperochan said:bitch knew I couldn't swim
she swam out onto a rock in the lake
took all her clothes off
threw open her legs and beckoned me over
"fuck that shit" I said to myself
put some bacon on the fire
cranked the volume on the transistor radio
skinned up a spliff
and took in the scene around me
reached into the cooler for a bottle
..found none, called out to the woman on the rock
she laughed and pointed at my beer
all laid out in the middle of the lake
ran across the water like Jesus
grabbed my beers,
knocked her the fuck out
...bitch
she swam out onto a rock in the lake
took all her clothes off
threw open her legs and beckoned me over
"fuck that shit" I said to myself
put some bacon on the fire
cranked the volume on the transistor radio
skinned up a spliff
and took in the scene around me
reached into the cooler for a bottle
..found none, called out to the woman on the rock
she laughed and pointed at my beer
all laid out in the middle of the lake
ran across the water like Jesus
grabbed my beers,
knocked her the fuck out
...bitch
