Poetry competition CLOSED 30th June 2013 12:13pm
WINNER
LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
RUNNER-UP:
BLaccZacc
Five Ten Fifteen Twenty
I've only got 2 to choose from because I'm still a little green. The choice was a poem that looks like I was on acid when it was scribed or a poem that's called "Brooklyn Gang Bang".... I thought I'd spare you all of Number 10. 
SPOKEN WORD:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/113135-the-unleashing/
Number 5: The Unleashing
A blob of ink.
I have marked this perfectly white sheet of paper
So now I must begin.
A single absent thought suspended in space
I cannot keep my eyes open and
I can't keep my mind focused on my feelings
They are too distant
Too s c a t t e r e d
I cannot translate my thoughts
I am thinking in another language and
I am beginning to slur
I start to fall asleep.
I
I begin to count the individual dust particles
That coat my bedside table.
There is only twenty seconds left
For me to meet the guard
You know the W.S. - White Silhouette.
He wears a pair of tear drops and
Holds a broken microphone.
He knows what to say.
He has seen a great company of hopelessness
In a place called Solitude.
Where fire flies
And days are best forgotten.
He will show me the first note
C minor
He will show me piece by piece in a time
That he will decide upon.
Everything should be okay
If it all goes to plan.
We will trade with insight
He will tell me not to be afraid
He wants me to tell everyone
That he must keep us waiting.
I think it is worth a try.
Good luck.
Under tragic circumstances he has forgotten
To tell me what the world needs.
II
There will be another opportunity
For you and me baby.
If you get little jobs you can leave it and
The ends will begin to meet.
I will be your mouth when I get bored and
I will teach you how to smile.
There is an alternative;
Avoid the sorrow.
The sorrow you felt last night.
The days will feel much longer and
The nights may suffocate.
Remember to look for the stars
You will never feel alone.
The Red Wine Cinema Company is the best!
It has attitude
It has zest.
-----------------------This is the halfway mark---------------------
The place was a little too noisy.
I liked the colour of it
The deepest tone of red
A fresh kidney hew
It has quite a succulent consistency.
I would go back again
Depending on the flood zone
It got a little wet.
There are loads of photographs
Of the children
Smiling so hard you can't see their noses.
I realise I can't go out anymore,
But, where's the money?
Where has my money gone?
It is like a second home.
Who is doing the ceremony?
We might have to talk to him next week.
This is a sleep method
Don't make rash judgment
Don't try to understand this solemn episode.
The unleashing!
III
Nighttime is a change of scenery
Light diminishing through my water glass.
Homicide?
Murder?
Did something go wrong?
There were no signs of forced entry.
No matter what happens I can handle it.
Do you know what I did?
I went down on my knees and
He taught me how to pray
While he took a little off the sides.
I am certain of one thing
I have no idea who cut my hair.
I just want to know how they got here
I opened my eyes and
He was already at the door.
He just brought the missile in and
Sat it on the table.
We tested it, its okay.
I just don't think he remembers
What we told him.
I am not complaining
But this is the closest I have come.
Look how much it has rained
I guess it doesn't really matter.
Only two seconds left.
He only eats nuts and
He can't go wrong wearing a tie
Just take a look how high that knot is.
What is that?
A door
Quickly!
We should get photographs
Of the telegraph pole and
The hunters.
Crossed lines.
But I thought I heard your voice.
Written by Alexander Case
SPOKEN WORD:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/113135-the-unleashing/
Number 5: The Unleashing
A blob of ink.
I have marked this perfectly white sheet of paper
So now I must begin.
A single absent thought suspended in space
I cannot keep my eyes open and
I can't keep my mind focused on my feelings
They are too distant
Too s c a t t e r e d
I cannot translate my thoughts
I am thinking in another language and
I am beginning to slur
I start to fall asleep.
I
I begin to count the individual dust particles
That coat my bedside table.
There is only twenty seconds left
For me to meet the guard
You know the W.S. - White Silhouette.
He wears a pair of tear drops and
Holds a broken microphone.
He knows what to say.
He has seen a great company of hopelessness
In a place called Solitude.
Where fire flies
And days are best forgotten.
He will show me the first note
C minor
He will show me piece by piece in a time
That he will decide upon.
Everything should be okay
If it all goes to plan.
We will trade with insight
He will tell me not to be afraid
He wants me to tell everyone
That he must keep us waiting.
I think it is worth a try.
Good luck.
Under tragic circumstances he has forgotten
To tell me what the world needs.
II
There will be another opportunity
For you and me baby.
If you get little jobs you can leave it and
The ends will begin to meet.
I will be your mouth when I get bored and
I will teach you how to smile.
There is an alternative;
Avoid the sorrow.
The sorrow you felt last night.
The days will feel much longer and
The nights may suffocate.
Remember to look for the stars
You will never feel alone.
The Red Wine Cinema Company is the best!
It has attitude
It has zest.
-----------------------This is the halfway mark---------------------
The place was a little too noisy.
I liked the colour of it
The deepest tone of red
A fresh kidney hew
It has quite a succulent consistency.
I would go back again
Depending on the flood zone
It got a little wet.
There are loads of photographs
Of the children
Smiling so hard you can't see their noses.
I realise I can't go out anymore,
But, where's the money?
Where has my money gone?
It is like a second home.
Who is doing the ceremony?
We might have to talk to him next week.
This is a sleep method
Don't make rash judgment
Don't try to understand this solemn episode.
The unleashing!
III
Nighttime is a change of scenery
Light diminishing through my water glass.
Homicide?
Murder?
Did something go wrong?
There were no signs of forced entry.
No matter what happens I can handle it.
Do you know what I did?
I went down on my knees and
He taught me how to pray
While he took a little off the sides.
I am certain of one thing
I have no idea who cut my hair.
I just want to know how they got here
I opened my eyes and
He was already at the door.
He just brought the missile in and
Sat it on the table.
We tested it, its okay.
I just don't think he remembers
What we told him.
I am not complaining
But this is the closest I have come.
Look how much it has rained
I guess it doesn't really matter.
Only two seconds left.
He only eats nuts and
He can't go wrong wearing a tie
Just take a look how high that knot is.
What is that?
A door
Quickly!
We should get photographs
Of the telegraph pole and
The hunters.
Crossed lines.
But I thought I heard your voice.
Written by Alexander Case
She made the sound of a giraffe. (20)
Entering my Upside down doorway.....................................D
Sideways she slithered....................................................O
Breathing like a raincoat..................................................N
Submerged in dryness.....................................................'
Clutching a Dali with a porcelain face..................................T
Expelled from the rabbit hole
For being too normal
She screamed from her hands...........................................L
Then she made the sound of a giraffe...............................O
............................................................................O
I understand nobody wants to be normal...........................K
Let's just smoke some pudding
Its your favorite flavor summer Garden hose.....................O
I could see in her ears a relaxing smile............................V
She said they took away my weirdness............................E
And now it's kicking in................................................R
Then she made the sound of a giraffe
............................................................................H
Honey darling are you alright.........................................E
No I am not alright I am normal now.............................R
I hear that it's horrible being normal..................................E
Yes surrounded by millions of people I feel alone
That sounds tragic can you still make the sound giraffe..........I
Giraffes make no sound when your normal........................T
How do they communicate love pain and thoughts.................'
I don't know............................................................S
maybe they know no one will listen to them anyway
I'm glad I'm still weird.......................................................A
Yes this sucks
........................................................................................RED
....................................................................................HERRING
So the moral of the story is
We are all going through our own shit
So why not eat a bunch of different color crayons
To make it a little more fun
Embrace your weirdness
Entering my Upside down doorway.....................................D
Sideways she slithered....................................................O
Breathing like a raincoat..................................................N
Submerged in dryness.....................................................'
Clutching a Dali with a porcelain face..................................T
Expelled from the rabbit hole
For being too normal
She screamed from her hands...........................................L
Then she made the sound of a giraffe...............................O
............................................................................O
I understand nobody wants to be normal...........................K
Let's just smoke some pudding
Its your favorite flavor summer Garden hose.....................O
I could see in her ears a relaxing smile............................V
She said they took away my weirdness............................E
And now it's kicking in................................................R
Then she made the sound of a giraffe
............................................................................H
Honey darling are you alright.........................................E
No I am not alright I am normal now.............................R
I hear that it's horrible being normal..................................E
Yes surrounded by millions of people I feel alone
That sounds tragic can you still make the sound giraffe..........I
Giraffes make no sound when your normal........................T
How do they communicate love pain and thoughts.................'
I don't know............................................................S
maybe they know no one will listen to them anyway
I'm glad I'm still weird.......................................................A
Yes this sucks
........................................................................................RED
....................................................................................HERRING
So the moral of the story is
We are all going through our own shit
So why not eat a bunch of different color crayons
To make it a little more fun
Embrace your weirdness
number 10 -My Bong
My Bong
Eeeey it’s a lovely thing
Dirty but it’s not like it’s got to be too clean
I keep sucking up the insightment
But it keeps fucking up my plight cos
I was heaven sent
Ha ha!
More like hell bent
On picking up the commended, shattered pieces
The meat is so tender if you batter their fleeces
Oh shit, I implore, what am I on about?
Somebody pour my bong a stout
Yep
“Ah lick’d off da grit; ah cut yah butt only a bit”
Oh shut it you crony old git
Ah yes the bong, people won’t you listen now?
Sing along
I don’t know who I’m kissing now but I could go for a frantic fling
Plus I think it’s the ghost of Janis Joplin, she agrees but I scream “I can’t!”
She’s too ladylike that ain’t no ghost, it’s just Robert Plant
My Bong
Eeeey it’s a lovely thing
Dirty but it’s not like it’s got to be too clean
I keep sucking up the insightment
But it keeps fucking up my plight cos
I was heaven sent
Ha ha!
More like hell bent
On picking up the commended, shattered pieces
The meat is so tender if you batter their fleeces
Oh shit, I implore, what am I on about?
Somebody pour my bong a stout
Yep
“Ah lick’d off da grit; ah cut yah butt only a bit”
Oh shut it you crony old git
Ah yes the bong, people won’t you listen now?
Sing along
I don’t know who I’m kissing now but I could go for a frantic fling
Plus I think it’s the ghost of Janis Joplin, she agrees but I scream “I can’t!”
She’s too ladylike that ain’t no ghost, it’s just Robert Plant
In the Dark (#15)
Strange noises occur at night.
"Do you think, everything's alright?"
she asks.
I brave myself and take a look.
My only weapon is a book.
The darkness takes my every sight.
"Honey, are you still alright?"
she asks.
I whisper trough the dark: "I'm fine."
But as she calls me back, I do decline.
Step by step, I have to fight.
"Honey, who is there, this late at night?"
she asks.
Two eyes are shining in the dark,
a faint growl, a feeble bark.
I instantly turn on the light.
"Honey, everything's alright."
I say.
"It's just the dog and as you see
he wants to play with you and me."
Strange noises occur at night.
"Do you think, everything's alright?"
she asks.
I brave myself and take a look.
My only weapon is a book.
The darkness takes my every sight.
"Honey, are you still alright?"
she asks.
I whisper trough the dark: "I'm fine."
But as she calls me back, I do decline.
Step by step, I have to fight.
"Honey, who is there, this late at night?"
she asks.
Two eyes are shining in the dark,
a faint growl, a feeble bark.
I instantly turn on the light.
"Honey, everything's alright."
I say.
"It's just the dog and as you see
he wants to play with you and me."
This is the fifth poem that I submitted to this website.
I Don't Belong Here
She was once an intelligent and beautiful girl
The only one that her parents cared for in this world,
She was an attention-getter; the leader of the pack,
She is always moving forward and never turning back.
Now she has turned to the life of crime
Been going to prison for her wrongdoings from time to time,
Her parents don’t like the way she was acting now
She is now moving backwards and not turning her life around.
Now she is all alone and doesn’t have someone to talk to,
And all she does is cry, cry, cry; not knowing what to do.
“I don’t belong here,” she says, “and I don’t know why;
I don’t just sit around and cry, cry, cry!”
All she wants now is to be loved
She has no other choice, but to look up above
“I don’t belong here, Lord,” she says, “please get me out of here
I want to turn my life back around, don’t you hear!”
A few years later, she is back to being a good girl again
She is putting her life back together and was feeling no more pain
Her family and her friends are very proud of her
She is now, once again, feeling like a winner.
I Don't Belong Here
She was once an intelligent and beautiful girl
The only one that her parents cared for in this world,
She was an attention-getter; the leader of the pack,
She is always moving forward and never turning back.
Now she has turned to the life of crime
Been going to prison for her wrongdoings from time to time,
Her parents don’t like the way she was acting now
She is now moving backwards and not turning her life around.
Now she is all alone and doesn’t have someone to talk to,
And all she does is cry, cry, cry; not knowing what to do.
“I don’t belong here,” she says, “and I don’t know why;
I don’t just sit around and cry, cry, cry!”
All she wants now is to be loved
She has no other choice, but to look up above
“I don’t belong here, Lord,” she says, “please get me out of here
I want to turn my life back around, don’t you hear!”
A few years later, she is back to being a good girl again
She is putting her life back together and was feeling no more pain
Her family and her friends are very proud of her
She is now, once again, feeling like a winner.
Anonymous
number 5:
*what happened?
what happened to the
innocent
cheerful
naive little girl
what happened to the energetic little girl
swinging on swings
climbing up trees
playing with trucks and dolls
jumping on trampolines
what happened to the joyous little girl
the one who wouldn't stop talking
the one you couldn't keep still
the one who was everyone's friend
what happened to the smile on her face
the one that was so pure
or the twinkle in her eyes
always so full of wonder
what happened to her as she grew older
year by year
innocence being plucked away from her
being forced into this cruel reality
becoming aware much to early
what happened to the young girl
who has newly become aware,
aware of pain
suffering
and heartbreak
what happened to the girl
the one who doesn't understand why everyone hates her
the one who's been tricked into believing she's worthless
the one who's been hurt,been scared,been betrayed
the one who's now been willed into hating herself,
the one who's resorted to hurting herself
what happened to the girl
the one with the alcoholic father
the one with the depressed mother
the one with the
drug addicted brother
what happened to the girl
the one with bulimia
the one with depression
the one with anxiety
the one who self harms
what happened to the girl
the one that was found just beyond her bedroom door
a hole through her head
a wall stained with red
no note
no goodbye
just gone
*what happened?
what happened to the
innocent
cheerful
naive little girl
what happened to the energetic little girl
swinging on swings
climbing up trees
playing with trucks and dolls
jumping on trampolines
what happened to the joyous little girl
the one who wouldn't stop talking
the one you couldn't keep still
the one who was everyone's friend
what happened to the smile on her face
the one that was so pure
or the twinkle in her eyes
always so full of wonder
what happened to her as she grew older
year by year
innocence being plucked away from her
being forced into this cruel reality
becoming aware much to early
what happened to the young girl
who has newly become aware,
aware of pain
suffering
and heartbreak
what happened to the girl
the one who doesn't understand why everyone hates her
the one who's been tricked into believing she's worthless
the one who's been hurt,been scared,been betrayed
the one who's now been willed into hating herself,
the one who's resorted to hurting herself
what happened to the girl
the one with the alcoholic father
the one with the depressed mother
the one with the
drug addicted brother
what happened to the girl
the one with bulimia
the one with depression
the one with anxiety
the one who self harms
what happened to the girl
the one that was found just beyond her bedroom door
a hole through her head
a wall stained with red
no note
no goodbye
just gone
Number 20! - Eric Harris
Mmm, ripping, writhing,
"I want to tear a throat out with my own teeth
like a pop-can"
a why-wont-you-stop-can.
I need some firearms,
to defend my self against natural selection,
your inhumane complexion.
Stop looking at me,
I don't want shit like "oh he's my son, though"
Fuck-ups don't resonate with me
Grotty illegibles gone, I’m thorough.
You can climb your helter skelter
retard-shelter,
the status quo of why I’m a welter.
I need an animalistic tear in society
to flaunt my sorority
of worthless authority
upon you.
I'm a bloody eyed martyr,
a revolution starter,
the subsequent distress
of the now and thereafter
from completion till bombing
under-achiever thronging
if you're inadequate
"be gone"-ing.
What's America left youth to believe in
but sex
and becoming a heathen,
a broken-life talk-show burden
"REPENT" when nothing's for certain.
if "it’s all relative to the observer"
was I a killer, or a free-will preserver?
maybe if the world wasn't so "ob-fucking-sessed"
it would have already realized it’s fucking next.
Mmm, ripping, writhing,
"I want to tear a throat out with my own teeth
like a pop-can"
a why-wont-you-stop-can.
I need some firearms,
to defend my self against natural selection,
your inhumane complexion.
Stop looking at me,
I don't want shit like "oh he's my son, though"
Fuck-ups don't resonate with me
Grotty illegibles gone, I’m thorough.
You can climb your helter skelter
retard-shelter,
the status quo of why I’m a welter.
I need an animalistic tear in society
to flaunt my sorority
of worthless authority
upon you.
I'm a bloody eyed martyr,
a revolution starter,
the subsequent distress
of the now and thereafter
from completion till bombing
under-achiever thronging
if you're inadequate
"be gone"-ing.
What's America left youth to believe in
but sex
and becoming a heathen,
a broken-life talk-show burden
"REPENT" when nothing's for certain.
if "it’s all relative to the observer"
was I a killer, or a free-will preserver?
maybe if the world wasn't so "ob-fucking-sessed"
it would have already realized it’s fucking next.
.:No. 5:.
http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/2721003_256387_5f94c2390d_l.jpg
she and her pixie dance; she was in a genie’s trance
I could tell by the way she moved she was real light-footed
and that her and her dance were some kinda sub-World rooted.
while me, I was strictly out there but I wasn’t Red-hooded.
wherein I’m always the one usually real sure-footed.
but for a very long minute
I’d been wondering if I should’ve… knowing
full well the possibilities and we surely could’ve.
although, I could see her dippy-dance was quite different from mine.
hers seemed to be infused with some elfin white wine.
my preference is a good ginger beer…and
I drink it “as-is”
see I’m all about being sober when handling my biz.
yet on occasion I’ll follow up…maybe with a blunt.
chillin’ out my ego while vying for a stunt.
but this particular time I wasn’t out on the hunt.
I was stuck in these woods so I opted to punt…
she said a “GOD Bless you” as she greeted my sneeze.
my reaction was a thank-you while thinking she’s a tease.
yet I’m ranking her as one who often utters “What’s Good?”
I’m somewhat familiar; I mean I’ve heard it in my ‘hood.
but right now my consciousness is definitely on a mission…
so right here y’all need to get in close & give this a listen
see, I’m thinking not at all; not today with this vixen.
even though her smile, she had that ultra-bright glisten.
it was going to be no-way that we’d entertain any kissing.
this was an affair that we would both be missing.
so, I’m slowly backing away straight out of this plot.
while not taking advantage and doing something that I’m not!
I’m thinking The Blessing has kicked-in as I’m about to roll.
quite sure this Genie in the woods is The Miss - Placed to try one’s soul.
she gave a little wave; I returned it with a nod…
satisfied with The Strength…
’twas a rescue
by GOD
photo: KC - unsungzero
The Rock Sits on Top #5
I go to see your rock
I know that only bones exists
I know that it is just a box
beneath the ground it sits
You never breathed a breath
of air no oxygen filled your lungs
you were blue and lifeless
your eyes glazed over dead
Why do I go to see your stone
when I know that only bones exist
when I know that it is just a box
beneath the ground it sits
The movement I felt for many months
prior to your coming
but on that faithful day
that life slipped away
I felt the movements lessen
slowly dying minute by minute
the pain was so great as I pushed
but the pain to know you were gone
That pain was greater than any other
that I would not hear you giggle
I would not see you smile
but to put you in a box
beneath the ground where the rock
sits on top
I go to see your rock
I know that only bones exists
I know that it is just a box
beneath the ground it sits
You never breathed a breath
of air no oxygen filled your lungs
you were blue and lifeless
your eyes glazed over dead
Why do I go to see your stone
when I know that only bones exist
when I know that it is just a box
beneath the ground it sits
The movement I felt for many months
prior to your coming
but on that faithful day
that life slipped away
I felt the movements lessen
slowly dying minute by minute
the pain was so great as I pushed
but the pain to know you were gone
That pain was greater than any other
that I would not hear you giggle
I would not see you smile
but to put you in a box
beneath the ground where the rock
sits on top
Anonymous
Congrats, Wolf!!!
Thank you for the comp, Steve, and the honorable mention.
Thank you for the comp, Steve, and the honorable mention.
Thank you for hosting this challenge braggman; being called a "winner" in this is more than humbling given the writers here; and because the ink for this wasn't written in response to a competition but simply from the heart for the incredible woman in my life ... Thank you Aish - you were one of the first to show poetic love for that write when I first posted it.
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