Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd July 2013 10:10pm
WINNER
braggman (Steve Bragg)
braggman (Steve Bragg)
RUNNERS-UP:
summultima
and caxton
yellow things
lemonade rain
cotton-candy clouds floating across,
almost obliterating the face of the sun
the faraway sun, drowsy, dim
airbrushes the sky an unknown pale tone
from the lemon sky
falls lemonade rain
you cup your hand,
sip the bitter and the sweet
we stroll in lemonade rain
with happy hearts
your heart born weak struggling
we understood your enemy: the ticking clock
but we pretended and we loved
my daydream holds me one more moment
one tearful moment
the rain, no longer lemonade, rouses me
I place 2 more yellow roses on your angel stone
a quick prayer
and I walk back
to the waiting cab (yellow)
cotton-candy clouds floating across,
almost obliterating the face of the sun
the faraway sun, drowsy, dim
airbrushes the sky an unknown pale tone
from the lemon sky
falls lemonade rain
you cup your hand,
sip the bitter and the sweet
we stroll in lemonade rain
with happy hearts
your heart born weak struggling
we understood your enemy: the ticking clock
but we pretended and we loved
my daydream holds me one more moment
one tearful moment
the rain, no longer lemonade, rouses me
I place 2 more yellow roses on your angel stone
a quick prayer
and I walk back
to the waiting cab (yellow)
Aureate Odyssey
I love that skirt
She corrects me and says its
Canary
because it makes me come calling with a song
I rush to her, again
Miss the repeated aurulent signs
I ignore them all when it comes to having her
Swerve across the tawny divide separating us
Flattened
Jaundiced rays seep through my fading consciousness
Translucent memories burn in effigy
I love that skirt
She corrects me and says its
Canary
because it makes me come calling with a song
I rush to her, again
Miss the repeated aurulent signs
I ignore them all when it comes to having her
Swerve across the tawny divide separating us
Flattened
Jaundiced rays seep through my fading consciousness
Translucent memories burn in effigy
Anonymous
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Anonymous
"The Brightest-Yellow"
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Lovely
indeed,
the song they sung,
it could have been of you.
Your precious skin
was so beautiful,
your bones were too.
You were the
complete-package,
mind and body,
so sweet.
Once,
I thought
the entire universe
was made
just for you,
millions of stars,
twinkled
only for you.
But,
you were
cold,
solid-ice and
not very nice.
My boldness waned,
it drove me insane
that you
would not
play
with me.
You see,
I became the
deepest-shade
of blue.
And sadly,
how quickly
things change.
If you only knew,
I've turned
the color of chartreuse,
pissing
the brightest-yellow
on those
sweet-memories
I once had
of you.
http://www.mygymfloor.com/Portals/0/Configurator/tiles/SLP-100-0-BrightYellow.jpg
Lovely
indeed,
the song they sung,
it could have been of you.
Your precious skin
was so beautiful,
your bones were too.
You were the
complete-package,
mind and body,
so sweet.
Once,
I thought
the entire universe
was made
just for you,
millions of stars,
twinkled
only for you.
But,
you were
cold,
solid-ice and
not very nice.
My boldness waned,
it drove me insane
that you
would not
play
with me.
You see,
I became the
deepest-shade
of blue.
And sadly,
how quickly
things change.
If you only knew,
I've turned
the color of chartreuse,
pissing
the brightest-yellow
on those
sweet-memories
I once had
of you.
Anonymous
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MELLOW YELLOW
The yellow orange cat
With the yellow orange eyes
Sleeps in the sun
On the yellow paisley blanket
On the yellow corduroy couch
She chose us, not the other way around
For we were living
In a yellow submarine
Swallowing yellow pills
You know what I mean
We grew yellow flowers
Like those from Van Gogh
Their seeds were so nourishing
We ate them you know
Buttercup butterflies flew around our garden
Yellow cat watches them through slit eyes
Turns over to get in a better position
Looks out on the yellow sun sky
We painted the house yellow
It was on sale by the gallon
Somebody told us it was a lucky color
Which maybe true
For the neighborhood association
Has been after us to paint the house dark blue
We had a dog named blue who ran away
Found a golden retriever who was a stray
The dog and cat get along just fine
The cat lives on catnip and her nine lives
The dog lives on whatever
One of us brings home
We are mellow yellow
Even our cat is stoned!
MELLOW YELLOW
The yellow orange cat
With the yellow orange eyes
Sleeps in the sun
On the yellow paisley blanket
On the yellow corduroy couch
She chose us, not the other way around
For we were living
In a yellow submarine
Swallowing yellow pills
You know what I mean
We grew yellow flowers
Like those from Van Gogh
Their seeds were so nourishing
We ate them you know
Buttercup butterflies flew around our garden
Yellow cat watches them through slit eyes
Turns over to get in a better position
Looks out on the yellow sun sky
We painted the house yellow
It was on sale by the gallon
Somebody told us it was a lucky color
Which maybe true
For the neighborhood association
Has been after us to paint the house dark blue
We had a dog named blue who ran away
Found a golden retriever who was a stray
The dog and cat get along just fine
The cat lives on catnip and her nine lives
The dog lives on whatever
One of us brings home
We are mellow yellow
Even our cat is stoned!
I'm probably just being lazy but I have a back catalog of yellow poems from last year sitting about doing nothing.
Yellow Help
Yellow truck plays
Turkey in the Straw.
Stalled, car overheating
by the bar,
pills hidden in my pants
bright sun, yellow truck
plays Turkey in the Straw.
Man pukes behind the bar.
I read a paperback
Blake
killing time
parked against the green-mossed
whitewash fence
beneath the pines and oak
beside the bar
in the torrid yellow Florida sun
waiting
for help.
Rustic housetops float
triangles held
above the faded fence
beneath the trees
yellow pills hidden in my pants.
Stalled beneath the pines
time breaks down.
Truck circles
relentless counterpoint
to the unwinding baroque
of back streets.
Bartender yells out the door
at the man
beneath the pines
hissing pines that break the yellow
beside the oak
that clamors in the wind
brown houses
topped like teepees
yellow truck
bright yellow sun
Turkey in the Straw.
Help
help all of us
the unworthy
the uncounted
the walking dead of history.
Yellow Help
Yellow truck plays
Turkey in the Straw.
Stalled, car overheating
by the bar,
pills hidden in my pants
bright sun, yellow truck
plays Turkey in the Straw.
Man pukes behind the bar.
I read a paperback
Blake
killing time
parked against the green-mossed
whitewash fence
beneath the pines and oak
beside the bar
in the torrid yellow Florida sun
waiting
for help.
Rustic housetops float
triangles held
above the faded fence
beneath the trees
yellow pills hidden in my pants.
Stalled beneath the pines
time breaks down.
Truck circles
relentless counterpoint
to the unwinding baroque
of back streets.
Bartender yells out the door
at the man
beneath the pines
hissing pines that break the yellow
beside the oak
that clamors in the wind
brown houses
topped like teepees
yellow truck
bright yellow sun
Turkey in the Straw.
Help
help all of us
the unworthy
the uncounted
the walking dead of history.
Can we do two? Let me know. If not I'll delete it.
Yes
Yes
I'm that guy.
You can hear my moans
"Oh, God, Oh God
Goddamn"
My breath escapes
in a hard hissing sigh.
My arm is braced on the wall
My head thrown forward
supported on the forearm.
The other hand is down below.
Forgive me.
I'm so fucking drunk
and I really had to piss.
Yes
Yes
I'm that guy.
You can hear my moans
"Oh, God, Oh God
Goddamn"
My breath escapes
in a hard hissing sigh.
My arm is braced on the wall
My head thrown forward
supported on the forearm.
The other hand is down below.
Forgive me.
I'm so fucking drunk
and I really had to piss.
seemed attainable
if even for a brief slip of mind
like all those games at the fairground
designed to empty your pockets
and have you smile while you lose everything
trade wars mean nothing to an empty pocket
unless lint is suddenly deemed currency
is it just me
or is it the chance that's a fine thing
taking it, like throwing a dart to hit the queen of hearts
and while it's gliding through the air
there's rush of blood
and enough thoughts bumbling through the mind
that they never all truly hit you
by the time it lands just outside the card
I won a yellow fish once
by watching the man twist around three cups on a table
and pointing out which one the penny was under when he'd stopped
but he didn't seem surprised at all that I'd spotted it
and I didn't care because I'd gotten a fish
if even for a brief slip of mind
like all those games at the fairground
designed to empty your pockets
and have you smile while you lose everything
trade wars mean nothing to an empty pocket
unless lint is suddenly deemed currency
is it just me
or is it the chance that's a fine thing
taking it, like throwing a dart to hit the queen of hearts
and while it's gliding through the air
there's rush of blood
and enough thoughts bumbling through the mind
that they never all truly hit you
by the time it lands just outside the card
I won a yellow fish once
by watching the man twist around three cups on a table
and pointing out which one the penny was under when he'd stopped
but he didn't seem surprised at all that I'd spotted it
and I didn't care because I'd gotten a fish
patient nostrils would get that
incremental overloads always used to
rising pungently from melting core
those silent cornerstones
that eyes carried like saint
bursts in deafening explosion
rolling down passion unabridged
inner pulled tensed up lip warriors
impress hard crystal salt signatures
as dried porous tongue gets deep bored
and gigantic lumps block up inner roads
sacred third eye sets in again
in serpentine rising waves
intense fueled soul flames
the yellow fighting fire
