Poetry competition CLOSED 5th August 2013 1:32pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
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Bullets and Beer
HadesRising
Forum Posts: 1613
Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 8th June 2013Forum Posts: 1613
Poetry Contest Description
you are a down on their luck police detective trying to break the biggest case of your career
You are a police detective
You are depressed
Nothing goes right
The odds are stacked against you
And violence is the only answer
Two weeks
One poem each
Feel free with whatever writing style you choose
Make it bloody
Good luck
You are depressed
Nothing goes right
The odds are stacked against you
And violence is the only answer
Two weeks
One poem each
Feel free with whatever writing style you choose
Make it bloody
Good luck
HadesRising
Forum Posts: 1613
Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 8th June 2013Forum Posts: 1613
THE PRIVATE JOURNAL OF DETECTIVE JACK DENHAM
Shit, I’m out of cigarettes again
One hell of a way for the day to begin
A full clip and an empty pack
Not enough time spent on the rack
And he is still loose somewhere out there
Killing at will and without a care
Grab a brew before I head out the door
I should have a care, but what the hell for?
Another day of trails and a wild goose chase
What I would give to put him in his place
Behind bars or under a slab
Maybe there’ll be results from the lab
On the way in I saw a blood drenched man
Running away from the scene of a scam
Gore down his shirt and gun in his fist
I caught up to him and he tried to resist
A punch to my jaw and a shot to his chest
All I have now is paper work then some rest
Found out the perp was Mason’s goon
All this time, I’ve been dancing Mason’s tune
I know where he is, his happy home
Who he is and how he’s grown
Time to see if I can erase my disgrace
And go meet the man face to face
I go in alone without any backup
Just me, myself, don’t want no fuckups
Pull up outside and see a team of goons
It’s time they learned to dance to my tune
I check my mag and prepare
A bead of sweat runs through my hair
They open fire as soon I’m seen
I take one to arm and one to the spleen
Pain brings glint and I open fire
Three to the head like a swinging wire
I take the stairs two at a time
Time for the fucker to pay for his crimes
I find him upstairs with a Mac-10
Coke on his nose and a death’s head grin
I dive away as he sprays and prays
Blood seeps as my vision goes grey
He stops to reload and I unleash hell
Feeling satisfaction when his body fell
I take his smokes from the table
Reliving this hellish nightmare fable
Slump to the floor as I go weak
Laugh as I look around, considering a tweek
I know I have risen as I fall
Maybe this was a good day after all
Shit, I’m out of cigarettes again
One hell of a way for the day to begin
A full clip and an empty pack
Not enough time spent on the rack
And he is still loose somewhere out there
Killing at will and without a care
Grab a brew before I head out the door
I should have a care, but what the hell for?
Another day of trails and a wild goose chase
What I would give to put him in his place
Behind bars or under a slab
Maybe there’ll be results from the lab
On the way in I saw a blood drenched man
Running away from the scene of a scam
Gore down his shirt and gun in his fist
I caught up to him and he tried to resist
A punch to my jaw and a shot to his chest
All I have now is paper work then some rest
Found out the perp was Mason’s goon
All this time, I’ve been dancing Mason’s tune
I know where he is, his happy home
Who he is and how he’s grown
Time to see if I can erase my disgrace
And go meet the man face to face
I go in alone without any backup
Just me, myself, don’t want no fuckups
Pull up outside and see a team of goons
It’s time they learned to dance to my tune
I check my mag and prepare
A bead of sweat runs through my hair
They open fire as soon I’m seen
I take one to arm and one to the spleen
Pain brings glint and I open fire
Three to the head like a swinging wire
I take the stairs two at a time
Time for the fucker to pay for his crimes
I find him upstairs with a Mac-10
Coke on his nose and a death’s head grin
I dive away as he sprays and prays
Blood seeps as my vision goes grey
He stops to reload and I unleash hell
Feeling satisfaction when his body fell
I take his smokes from the table
Reliving this hellish nightmare fable
Slump to the floor as I go weak
Laugh as I look around, considering a tweek
I know I have risen as I fall
Maybe this was a good day after all
Anonymous
"A Little Payback"
http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/kitchen/2011-05-25-BourbonNeat.jpg
(Giving Undeserved Credit Its Due)
Looks like it's
you and me again,
Jack.
Damn you're smooth,
been a swell partner,
always helping me
with my wrinkles.
But, that fucker
McMurtry
did it again!
He took
all the credit
for the Cook Case!
It was supposed
to be my time,
it was
my biggest file,
I was dialed in,
had cracked it.
But goddamn it,
he pissed me off,
what a pathetic
slime-ball,
wily-weasel,
big jerk-off.
When I looked
at his reddish-face,
he just
laughed,
then smirked,
the Captain was
slapping him
on the back.
Like I said,
what a jerk.
Bartender, another shot!
NO,
make it two please!
Well Jacky-O-Boy,
I'm finally
done with him,
had enough of his bullshit,
toying with me,
making me the fall guy
for his rude wisecracks.
When I'm finished here,
I'm gonna have me
some deadly fun.
Gonna take
Mister Smith and Wesson
out on a special-date,
all .357 of him,
over to his place,
knock on the door,
and wait patiently.
I'll use the
good ole' boy ruse
to confuse him,
act like
I'm his best friend,
just there
to give him
an accolade for
his job well done,
nothing else.
When he answers the door,
I'll smile right
up in his face,
point the gun
in his right eye,
and
pull the trigger.
Dammit, it'll serve
the bastard right
for taking
all the credit
he didn't deserve.
Bottoms up,
I gotta go,
it's time for
a little payback!
http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/kitchen/2011-05-25-BourbonNeat.jpg
(Giving Undeserved Credit Its Due)
Looks like it's
you and me again,
Jack.
Damn you're smooth,
been a swell partner,
always helping me
with my wrinkles.
But, that fucker
McMurtry
did it again!
He took
all the credit
for the Cook Case!
It was supposed
to be my time,
it was
my biggest file,
I was dialed in,
had cracked it.
But goddamn it,
he pissed me off,
what a pathetic
slime-ball,
wily-weasel,
big jerk-off.
When I looked
at his reddish-face,
he just
laughed,
then smirked,
the Captain was
slapping him
on the back.
Like I said,
what a jerk.
Bartender, another shot!
NO,
make it two please!
Well Jacky-O-Boy,
I'm finally
done with him,
had enough of his bullshit,
toying with me,
making me the fall guy
for his rude wisecracks.
When I'm finished here,
I'm gonna have me
some deadly fun.
Gonna take
Mister Smith and Wesson
out on a special-date,
all .357 of him,
over to his place,
knock on the door,
and wait patiently.
I'll use the
good ole' boy ruse
to confuse him,
act like
I'm his best friend,
just there
to give him
an accolade for
his job well done,
nothing else.
When he answers the door,
I'll smile right
up in his face,
point the gun
in his right eye,
and
pull the trigger.
Dammit, it'll serve
the bastard right
for taking
all the credit
he didn't deserve.
Bottoms up,
I gotta go,
it's time for
a little payback!
HadesRising
Forum Posts: 1613
Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 8th June 2013Forum Posts: 1613
good one, Strider
HadesRising
Forum Posts: 1613
Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 8th June 2013Forum Posts: 1613
well, shit. I can't award a trophy but I don't have enough entries. Regardless, Strider won. Sorry I don't have a trophy for you. A LITTLE PAYBACK is a good poem though. Thanks for playing,