Poetry competition CLOSED 20th July 2013 1:04am
WINNER
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
RUNNERS-UP:
marielavoue
and Kou_Indigo
Sudden Impact: Battle Of The DUP Superheroes!
Shawl of justice
Peter was ending his days
with the agony of tuberculosis upon him
his bed was flanked by three old women dressed in black shawls
who were whispering novenas at his skin
one of the women,
the loudest of the three
rested her big eyes at the foot of his bed
so she could see when his toes had stopped twitching
then she lowered her head and wailed
she'd always seen herself as a hero
in her mind, she'd saved a thousand damned souls
from burning in the pits of hell
she was certain of this
because she'd seen the kinds of things they got up to
while they were living
Peter was ending his days
with the agony of tuberculosis upon him
his bed was flanked by three old women dressed in black shawls
who were whispering novenas at his skin
one of the women,
the loudest of the three
rested her big eyes at the foot of his bed
so she could see when his toes had stopped twitching
then she lowered her head and wailed
she'd always seen herself as a hero
in her mind, she'd saved a thousand damned souls
from burning in the pits of hell
she was certain of this
because she'd seen the kinds of things they got up to
while they were living
Anonymous
http://www.roflcat.com/images/cats/50_Shades_of_Cat.jpeg
50 SHADES OF KITTY
I was 50 shades of grey before it was in style
I choose my humans very carefully
Train them so as to obey me
I do not need a whip, even if they remove my claws
Payback is something a cat lives for
So when you are having a good time
Leaving me alone without my favorite tuna
This is what I will do to torture you mentally
I will sleep on your pillow and the couch
Knock that vase accidentally off the mantle
Roll the toilet paper all over the house
Sleep on your computer and eat the mouse
I will push a banana near the kitchen door
You will fall on it when you come in from the garage
Finally you know that expensive dress
It is now a torn up mess
Finally do not look at me
As I look at you so innocently
You know those two stupid dogs
Really cannot be disciplined
As for me, look at my face
Would you judge me guilty of any sin?
http://cloverstarofoceanclan.webs.com/grey_kitten.jpg
50 SHADES OF KITTY
I was 50 shades of grey before it was in style
I choose my humans very carefully
Train them so as to obey me
I do not need a whip, even if they remove my claws
Payback is something a cat lives for
So when you are having a good time
Leaving me alone without my favorite tuna
This is what I will do to torture you mentally
I will sleep on your pillow and the couch
Knock that vase accidentally off the mantle
Roll the toilet paper all over the house
Sleep on your computer and eat the mouse
I will push a banana near the kitchen door
You will fall on it when you come in from the garage
Finally you know that expensive dress
It is now a torn up mess
Finally do not look at me
As I look at you so innocently
You know those two stupid dogs
Really cannot be disciplined
As for me, look at my face
Would you judge me guilty of any sin?
http://cloverstarofoceanclan.webs.com/grey_kitten.jpg
Anonymous
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- Hero or Villain? -
What doth it ever mean to be a hero, or to be a villain?
Aye, and therein lays the trap in which souls are caught!
For when we ponder the game, whether we lose or win,
We become distracted, and wandering in our thought.
My powers are simple, yet my they are mighty indeed,
For to influence the minds of others is quite the gift!
Is that not the power of poetry, to grant fantasy’s need?
Or, to remind men of their darkness, and what is left,
When the dust settles and proud cities lie wholly broken!
Love and war, hate and peace, such opposite polarities…
Yet all are at a poet’s disposal, in many a verse’s token,
To lend strength to one’s power, for a thousand eternities!
With a softly spoken word, I could make thee love me…
Or I could fill thee with such dread that thou dost despair.
Mighty to strive, and mighty to fall if one must for destiny,
Fall so low, that one can no longer behold the sky or air!
Is poetic power super, just because it can create wonders?
Nay, for there is more to power than crafting of delights!
I would craft a poem that is equal parts glory and thunder,
In the name of my hopes, my dreams, and all my rights.
A super hero or heroine always hath a cause to strive for,
Even when one is cast in the role of the villain, oft aright!
I hath been good and evil, and I hath also been far more,
For with all my power, I look beyond frail mortal sight.
Ever I hath been the outsider, the one some called alien,
And that is but one source of my extraordinary abilities!
Is persuasion not an art; is seduction not a game, to win?
And I have been playing since the dawn of all eternities.
Mighty as a warrior queen, simple as an angel’s singing,
Such is power; such is imagination that leads to creation!
Let heroes like Hercules come, their muscles bringing…
They are easily felled by a woman’s softest ministration.
And I am one part male and female, with double the skill,
To seduce and to set ablaze, to create and so to destroy!
For one cannot happen without the other, good and ill…
And to win the game, one must play with a soul as a toy.
Shall I play rough, or shall I play by the fairest of rules?
A hero wouldst stand by some code and live and die so.
But heroes are sometimes too moral, and thusly fools…
I prefer to bend the wind to my will, causing it to blow!
Darkness and light in one heart, I am entire, complete,
And all will kneel before me in time, at the altar of love.
For love is power, and through it both fell and sweet…
One may consume all, even unto Heaven so high above!
There is no diabolical plot, nor even a grand conspiracy,
Only desire, pure and simple; driving me like a beacon.
I care nothing for the rules that govern most of society,
For I only ever play to win, and so let the games begin!
I do not boast of my knowledge, or of all that I can do…
Though, it would fill libraries, and drive some insane!
Knowledge is power; it is a power both false and true,
But to obtain it is no blessing, nor any prize to gain…
The hero Gilgamesh sought such and he lost his mind.
But what I found, it changed me in many lovely ways,
Whilst my peers chose other paths, to be left behind…
And I survive; I endure, just like the sun’s bright rays.
Oh the heroes men worship, what arrogance they had!
But we who work our arts unseen do greater than any.
I obtained knowledge, and was not by it driven mad…
I am the one; I am the alpha, omega, and the many!
There is poetry in that, and in that poetry is greatness.
Is that not all a hero or heroine could hope to attain?
And if I am the villain then I shall be evil’s mistress!
In pleasure’s craft I am second to none, as with pain:
Remaking evil in my own image, refining it purely…
Imposing my light upon the darkness, until it is ideal.
I am a woman, but I need not always act demurely…
For: I am a champion, and I stand for something real!
Many battles hath I fought, many games I hath won,
And more await me, so that the fight is never ending.
I welcome it, for it means that my hour hath begun…
And I can unleash my power, creating and rending!
What doth it ever mean to be a hero, or to be a villain?
Aye, and therein lays the trap in which souls are caught!
For when we ponder the game, whether we lose or win,
We become distracted, and wandering in our thought.
My powers are simple, yet my they are mighty indeed,
For to influence the minds of others is quite the gift!
Is that not the power of poetry, to grant fantasy’s need?
Or, to remind men of their darkness, and what is left,
When the dust settles and proud cities lie wholly broken!
Love and war, hate and peace, such opposite polarities…
Yet all are at a poet’s disposal, in many a verse’s token,
To lend strength to one’s power, for a thousand eternities!
With a softly spoken word, I could make thee love me…
Or I could fill thee with such dread that thou dost despair.
Mighty to strive, and mighty to fall if one must for destiny,
Fall so low, that one can no longer behold the sky or air!
Is poetic power super, just because it can create wonders?
Nay, for there is more to power than crafting of delights!
I would craft a poem that is equal parts glory and thunder,
In the name of my hopes, my dreams, and all my rights.
A super hero or heroine always hath a cause to strive for,
Even when one is cast in the role of the villain, oft aright!
I hath been good and evil, and I hath also been far more,
For with all my power, I look beyond frail mortal sight.
Ever I hath been the outsider, the one some called alien,
And that is but one source of my extraordinary abilities!
Is persuasion not an art; is seduction not a game, to win?
And I have been playing since the dawn of all eternities.
Mighty as a warrior queen, simple as an angel’s singing,
Such is power; such is imagination that leads to creation!
Let heroes like Hercules come, their muscles bringing…
They are easily felled by a woman’s softest ministration.
And I am one part male and female, with double the skill,
To seduce and to set ablaze, to create and so to destroy!
For one cannot happen without the other, good and ill…
And to win the game, one must play with a soul as a toy.
Shall I play rough, or shall I play by the fairest of rules?
A hero wouldst stand by some code and live and die so.
But heroes are sometimes too moral, and thusly fools…
I prefer to bend the wind to my will, causing it to blow!
Darkness and light in one heart, I am entire, complete,
And all will kneel before me in time, at the altar of love.
For love is power, and through it both fell and sweet…
One may consume all, even unto Heaven so high above!
There is no diabolical plot, nor even a grand conspiracy,
Only desire, pure and simple; driving me like a beacon.
I care nothing for the rules that govern most of society,
For I only ever play to win, and so let the games begin!
I do not boast of my knowledge, or of all that I can do…
Though, it would fill libraries, and drive some insane!
Knowledge is power; it is a power both false and true,
But to obtain it is no blessing, nor any prize to gain…
The hero Gilgamesh sought such and he lost his mind.
But what I found, it changed me in many lovely ways,
Whilst my peers chose other paths, to be left behind…
And I survive; I endure, just like the sun’s bright rays.
Oh the heroes men worship, what arrogance they had!
But we who work our arts unseen do greater than any.
I obtained knowledge, and was not by it driven mad…
I am the one; I am the alpha, omega, and the many!
There is poetry in that, and in that poetry is greatness.
Is that not all a hero or heroine could hope to attain?
And if I am the villain then I shall be evil’s mistress!
In pleasure’s craft I am second to none, as with pain:
Remaking evil in my own image, refining it purely…
Imposing my light upon the darkness, until it is ideal.
I am a woman, but I need not always act demurely…
For: I am a champion, and I stand for something real!
Many battles hath I fought, many games I hath won,
And more await me, so that the fight is never ending.
I welcome it, for it means that my hour hath begun…
And I can unleash my power, creating and rending!
- Girl of Steel -
Don’t you think you know me, baby,
I’m a mystery, a mystery, can’t you see!
Well maybe I’m from another planet…
Or maybe I’m the girl next door!
I’m not your average Jane or Janet…
My name is Jessica; I’ll rock your world!
Don’t try to figure out a goddess, baby,
I’m a mystery, a mystery, can’t you see!
If you don’t like how I make you feel…
That’s too bad; I’m the Girl of Steel!
Oh yeah, I’m the Girl of Steel!
I’ll spin you around just like a wheel…
And maybe I’ll save your day!
Or maybe I’ll just blow you away.
I’m the Girl of Steel!
Don’t you think you understand, babe,
I’ve been to places some can’t imagine!
Well maybe I’m from another galaxy…
Or maybe I’m closer than your arm!
I’m here to save the day, that’s just me…
With my heat vision, I’ll keep you warm!
Don’t try to figure out a legend, baby,
I’m a mystery, a mystery, can’t you see!
If you don’t like how I make you feel…
That’s too bad; I’m the Girl of Steel!
Oh yeah, I’m the Girl of Steel!
I’ll spin you around just like a wheel…
And maybe I’ll save your day!
Or maybe I’ll just blow you away.
I’m the Girl of Steel!
Don’t you think I’m awesome, baby?
I take you flying past the speed of light!
Well maybe I’m from another universe…
Or maybe I’m from your backyard!
I’m hardly perfect, but it could be worse…
At least I can keep you safe from harm!
Don’t try to figure out a superhero, baby,
I’m a mystery, a mystery, can’t you see!
If you don’t like how I make you feel…
That’s too bad; I’m the Girl of Steel!
Oh yeah, I’m the Girl of Steel!
I’ll spin you around just like a wheel…
And maybe I’ll save your day!
Or maybe I’ll just blow you away.
I’m the Girl of Steel!
Don’t you think you know me, baby,
I’m a mystery, a mystery, can’t you see!
Well maybe I’m from another planet…
Or maybe I’m the girl next door!
I’m not your average Jane or Janet…
My name is Jessica; I’ll rock your world!
Don’t try to figure out a goddess, baby,
I’m a mystery, a mystery, can’t you see!
If you don’t like how I make you feel…
That’s too bad; I’m the Girl of Steel!
Oh yeah, I’m the Girl of Steel!
I’ll spin you around just like a wheel…
And maybe I’ll save your day!
Or maybe I’ll just blow you away.
I’m the Girl of Steel!
Don’t you think you understand, babe,
I’ve been to places some can’t imagine!
Well maybe I’m from another galaxy…
Or maybe I’m closer than your arm!
I’m here to save the day, that’s just me…
With my heat vision, I’ll keep you warm!
Don’t try to figure out a legend, baby,
I’m a mystery, a mystery, can’t you see!
If you don’t like how I make you feel…
That’s too bad; I’m the Girl of Steel!
Oh yeah, I’m the Girl of Steel!
I’ll spin you around just like a wheel…
And maybe I’ll save your day!
Or maybe I’ll just blow you away.
I’m the Girl of Steel!
Don’t you think I’m awesome, baby?
I take you flying past the speed of light!
Well maybe I’m from another universe…
Or maybe I’m from your backyard!
I’m hardly perfect, but it could be worse…
At least I can keep you safe from harm!
Don’t try to figure out a superhero, baby,
I’m a mystery, a mystery, can’t you see!
If you don’t like how I make you feel…
That’s too bad; I’m the Girl of Steel!
Oh yeah, I’m the Girl of Steel!
I’ll spin you around just like a wheel…
And maybe I’ll save your day!
Or maybe I’ll just blow you away.
I’m the Girl of Steel!
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Madame, I think this is a lovely idea and seems to have spawned more bright ideas too! The only slight issue I have with this comp is that (in my humble opinion) some of DUs best have fewer than 25...that's all, and if anything comes to me, I'll come back and have a go :-)
Anonymous
To The Superhero Writer
I'm sure there's a bit of superhero in all writers
when the pen is your weapon of choice
and you bleed in ink
cry tears in font, emotional transference via punctuation
to convey that which cannot be expressed
then kick it out to the critics
let them decide who hurt the best-in text
or who's sorrow makes the catchiest song lyrics
well, it takes the brawn of a lion and the sense of cotton wool
to etch the emotion into the words
and purge
for every little binge on life
or the aftertaste of turmoil
we all have our kryptonite
our battle wounds in story form
we all take our lessons and wait
for the muse to show with her wicked grin
then sail again on a sea called language
fishing for the right adjective to describe
this day's shade of blue
it takes a hero or perhaps a fool
either way, it's what writers do
I'm sure there's a bit of superhero in all writers
when the pen is your weapon of choice
and you bleed in ink
cry tears in font, emotional transference via punctuation
to convey that which cannot be expressed
then kick it out to the critics
let them decide who hurt the best-in text
or who's sorrow makes the catchiest song lyrics
well, it takes the brawn of a lion and the sense of cotton wool
to etch the emotion into the words
and purge
for every little binge on life
or the aftertaste of turmoil
we all have our kryptonite
our battle wounds in story form
we all take our lessons and wait
for the muse to show with her wicked grin
then sail again on a sea called language
fishing for the right adjective to describe
this day's shade of blue
it takes a hero or perhaps a fool
either way, it's what writers do
DU Brawlers( just for laughs)
Magda, Strider, Grace, Kitty,
Colonel, Ken, RTurtle
and me, Gypsy, BTW these are my superheroes!
(Just for laughs)
DU Brawlers
Let me tell you a story:
One day I was doing the usual,
batting my lashes at the boys
like I normally do,
all of a sudden a new guy
comes though
and decides he doesn’t like
the boys bawdy hullabaloo.
He got salty and his tank was full,
busted Rturtle in the chops
Slapped Magda on the rump,
pinched Grace on the mams
and stomped Ken’s big toe;
I’ll be damned, what a shmuck!
The Colonel got his boxers in a twist,
“how dare this cad do this”!
So he decided to pull out his gun
and shoot this varmint in the bunns.
Problem was the colonel was loaded
and his aim was not great, he noted.
“Dangit hold still I said, take it like man!”
Meanwhile Stider is laid back in the cut
watching the girls giving lick for lick,
doing their girly stuff.
He’s a lover not a fighter
he’s watching the girls and chuckling.
Some how the gypsy’s chunky butt
gets knocked over
and she ends up
on the bottom of the dog pile
feeling like rover!
Kitty is in the corner
feeling like a damsel in distress
there will be hell to pay
if they mess her dress!
Oh what a fine mess this is!
Its just another day
at the DU Bar&Grill, join in!
Gypsy Red
Living vicariously
through the words I read
I exercise the emotions
in my ink that bleeds
on paper confections
temporarily fulfilling
my passion’s hungry need.
As is no other option
is readily available to me
unfortunately all I have is
what my eyes can greedily see
so in the blessed daytime
from you my troubadour I take
and at night in my dreams
my incessant hunger I slake.
How sad but very true
that this love affair exist
only in an ink of black or blue
hidden within these pages
unfolding in small stages
at the mercy of our pen
that makes its annotations
at the work days end.
Woe for I have become
addicted and dependent
hungering for the next read
unapologetically expectant
starved for your prosaic seeds
germinating in my imagination
growing by bounds and leaps
with every poetic citation.
Gypsy Red
Anonymous
”Blue Poet Man”
http://www.louisvillevisualart.org/images/blue-man-head.png
Come on people,
who’s really
gonna save this world
from evilness?
Superman, really?
I’ve got a huge
chunk of Kryptonite for him,
he can’t win,
he’ll get sick,
I’ll put his lights out quick.
Batman with Robin?
Well, let’s just say
they’re too busy
solving Riddler’s riddles.
And besides,
they’ll be in hiding,
the Joker’s on them.
And Cat Women’s gotta
a real weakness.
Got milk?
I’ve got some.
Here Kitty Kitty,
I’ve spiked it with SOMA,
she’ll be asleep in no time.
Oh, surf’s down for that
silver cool-dude,
No, he’s not rude,
not even cruel,
but what a tool*!
And that
big-soft-chunky-green-guy.
I ain’t gonna piss him off.
Then, he won’t hurt
you, me, a fly, or even a flea.
He's not even a mystery!
Ya see folks,
they’re all jokes,
just hot air
and smoky super powers,
they can be beaten.
Yikes, I almost forgot.
The Green Lantern’s
got nothing on me,
‘cause I glow indigo.
I’ll handle those
evil-troublemakers
without kindness,
land a hay-maker of
anguish right
on their chops,
then bonk them
on the head with
a heavy dose of sadness.
Next, I’ll hit them
with deep-depression
right between their eyes,
kiss their lips
with tough emotional-pain,
then finish them off
with heartbreak.
And you won’t even
have to thank me,
‘cause
I really love writing
all of this down
in rhyme and verse.
But if you insist,
you can't resist,
then just
call me the
Blue Poet Man!
I’m here to help
save the day,
have a
wee bit of fun,
make it through
yet another
trying-day!
*Urban Dictionary definition-One who lacks the mental capacity to know he is being used. A fool. A cretin. Characterized by low intelligence and/or self-esteem.
http://www.louisvillevisualart.org/images/blue-man-head.png
Come on people,
who’s really
gonna save this world
from evilness?
Superman, really?
I’ve got a huge
chunk of Kryptonite for him,
he can’t win,
he’ll get sick,
I’ll put his lights out quick.
Batman with Robin?
Well, let’s just say
they’re too busy
solving Riddler’s riddles.
And besides,
they’ll be in hiding,
the Joker’s on them.
And Cat Women’s gotta
a real weakness.
Got milk?
I’ve got some.
Here Kitty Kitty,
I’ve spiked it with SOMA,
she’ll be asleep in no time.
Oh, surf’s down for that
silver cool-dude,
No, he’s not rude,
not even cruel,
but what a tool*!
And that
big-soft-chunky-green-guy.
I ain’t gonna piss him off.
Then, he won’t hurt
you, me, a fly, or even a flea.
He's not even a mystery!
Ya see folks,
they’re all jokes,
just hot air
and smoky super powers,
they can be beaten.
Yikes, I almost forgot.
The Green Lantern’s
got nothing on me,
‘cause I glow indigo.
I’ll handle those
evil-troublemakers
without kindness,
land a hay-maker of
anguish right
on their chops,
then bonk them
on the head with
a heavy dose of sadness.
Next, I’ll hit them
with deep-depression
right between their eyes,
kiss their lips
with tough emotional-pain,
then finish them off
with heartbreak.
And you won’t even
have to thank me,
‘cause
I really love writing
all of this down
in rhyme and verse.
But if you insist,
you can't resist,
then just
call me the
Blue Poet Man!
I’m here to help
save the day,
have a
wee bit of fun,
make it through
yet another
trying-day!
*Urban Dictionary definition-One who lacks the mental capacity to know he is being used. A fool. A cretin. Characterized by low intelligence and/or self-esteem.
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