Poetry competition CLOSED 9th October 2013 3:40am
WINNER
fiveamtuesday
fiveamtuesday
RUNNER-UP:
EngrVV
Hidden Message
Anonymous
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UNTIL YOU HAVE WALKED IN THEIR SHOES
We are by nature both giving and unforgiving
We are by nature both compassionate and judgemental
We take in information visually
We only see the outside, yet we are disparaging
We are all self-righteous in our secret way
We are all innocent while the other is guilty
Brought up in faith, we do not heed the words
Of our Messiahs, Prophets and Saints who acted the way
Our way is only in one parallel and similar direction
Please do not take judgement to your grave
For I try to imitate the True Judge
While I try, I know I fail
Forgive me for being mortal
Baruch dayan emet.
“Baruch dayan emet,” means “Blessed is the True Judge.”
[url]http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/judaica/ejud_0002_0009_0_09507.html[/url]
http://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/1582773/jewish/The-Jewish-Blessing-on-Death.htm
UNTIL YOU HAVE WALKED IN THEIR SHOES
We are by nature both giving and unforgiving
We are by nature both compassionate and judgemental
We take in information visually
We only see the outside, yet we are disparaging
We are all self-righteous in our secret way
We are all innocent while the other is guilty
Brought up in faith, we do not heed the words
Of our Messiahs, Prophets and Saints who acted the way
Our way is only in one parallel and similar direction
Please do not take judgement to your grave
For I try to imitate the True Judge
While I try, I know I fail
Forgive me for being mortal
Baruch dayan emet.
“Baruch dayan emet,” means “Blessed is the True Judge.”
[url]http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/judaica/ejud_0002_0009_0_09507.html[/url]
http://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/1582773/jewish/The-Jewish-Blessing-on-Death.htm
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Let’s play this game no more
I’m tired and getting sick
I wonder when we shall meet
In my mind and in my soul
the thoughts of you always reside
I go to work in the city hall
park my car under the shade
Can’t concentrate on the job
you’re always in my mind
Hope tomorrow never comes
Never been in love before
in my life, as intense as this
Call me crazy; call me what you want
because only now did I realize
how beautiful the sunset is!
[b]Get ye hence Satan:('
')
Don't 'darling' me
I do not welcome your kind
All you want is my manhood
Inside of your knickers
You do not want my friendship
Nor the wisdom of my advice
All you want is to be fucked
And paid for the the privilege
You have not a chance with me
It has to be off the agenda
I will never be close to and
I cannot love anyone like you
') Don't 'darling' me
I do not welcome your kind
All you want is my manhood
Inside of your knickers
You do not want my friendship
Nor the wisdom of my advice
All you want is to be fucked
And paid for the the privilege
You have not a chance with me
It has to be off the agenda
I will never be close to and
I cannot love anyone like you
Zwo, drei, vier
Electricity is talking; we understand
losing interest in conversations. creating land.
droplets of ice define the day
August ends in the middle of May
intrepid peeling; scabs of the earth
the hands fail; a dumbed feeling
Eins, the seeing blind have never seen
on screen, a shape of many faces
in through the open windows outdoors
smoke dries the unseen. air dry.
so paragon goners repulse the cleaver
the system has failed
so much detail to attention
when pink isn’t even a color
time is wasted on time itself
unfortunate cookie
wires once made you. complete.
ask for the answer to the question is nothing
Zwei light birds on a wire
the happenstance, the fire
where hell listens, there sight is drawn
selfishly we glare and mourn
sucking ice cubes yelling “Jesus may...”
cold as fuck the cesspool lay.
So, maybe I’m over thinking this.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/128866-zwo-drei-vier/
go figure
Electricity is talking; we understand
losing interest in conversations. creating land.
droplets of ice define the day
August ends in the middle of May
intrepid peeling; scabs of the earth
the hands fail; a dumbed feeling
Eins, the seeing blind have never seen
on screen, a shape of many faces
in through the open windows outdoors
smoke dries the unseen. air dry.
so paragon goners repulse the cleaver
the system has failed
so much detail to attention
when pink isn’t even a color
time is wasted on time itself
unfortunate cookie
wires once made you. complete.
ask for the answer to the question is nothing
Zwei light birds on a wire
the happenstance, the fire
where hell listens, there sight is drawn
selfishly we glare and mourn
sucking ice cubes yelling “Jesus may...”
cold as fuck the cesspool lay.
So, maybe I’m over thinking this.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/128866-zwo-drei-vier/
go figure
no where ~~ no<--w here
He knocked at the listless
doors of my heart
Rung quixotic bells, thrashed past
ironic-blinds, entered
darkness to a disappearnce, inner and outer
A horrid accident that was
Found in the necrotic dying-to-dead
pages of my ignominious history
Stunk with memories that stung
That disgraceful rendezvous of ours
befitted bitter moments to be forgotten
Thrown out as an object made-crooked
that which broke out pandorum
stained with wicked monotones
spun pathogenic of threatened fibres, putting off
born droplets of love moisture to shrunken death
Overlapped sphere that exploded then
Both of us stood back to hells wide apart
He knocked at the listless
doors of my heart
Rung quixotic bells, thrashed past
ironic-blinds, entered
darkness to a disappearnce, inner and outer
A horrid accident that was
Found in the necrotic dying-to-dead
pages of my ignominious history
Stunk with memories that stung
That disgraceful rendezvous of ours
befitted bitter moments to be forgotten
Thrown out as an object made-crooked
that which broke out pandorum
stained with wicked monotones
spun pathogenic of threatened fibres, putting off
born droplets of love moisture to shrunken death
Overlapped sphere that exploded then
Both of us stood back to hells wide apart
bugs and the bees
Predominant humorous
s p e w s
churn out in excess
Play of the imbalances
Sprinkle out in rising tempers
Fall over the target life-lots
Coats assumptive
misconceptions over them
unmindful to their naive
m i s s i o n
Now, there is no kingdom,
the E M P I R E
Almost defunct queens
exist now, to pass on
the baton of species
Also to amuse, fiddle
play of the lobbies
What you see here,
all over, the Worker B E E S
Most in deliberated sterilities!
REPERCUSSIONS of their borne-ideas
And, they do rarely sting
Impassivity sheds for once
When in their warrior shields
Exerts in allowable insertion
Promoted aggressions,
As in scenarios
inevitable, for their colonial
survival
Colloquial spits
splits them all,
very diverse.
Dream nymphal e n c a s e s
house bugs of spittle
Beautiful rainbow-sunshine
froths breath like coral sponges
Wetness enlivens once for all
Decipher own deliverance!
Wetness settles acrimonious in reality
Sense no karmic transcendence
I am scared,
It is hard to be alone,
Why do i sit here by the phone?
Though it never rings.
10 months have passed though nothing changes,
I just feel like everything was for nothing,
Two years of my life wasted,
And after all of it, it turns out i am who you hated.
I didn't mean to hurt you,
I hate myself for been such a fool,
After all you did for me i still messed it up,
I needed you and now look.
I am a mess,
I hold my picture of you and think of what we had,
I am sorry i made you mad,
I am sorry you had to hit me.
Don't worry,
I don't blame you. i know it was me who was at fault,
I just wish i could hold you,
And i'm sorry i ever loved you.
It is hard to be alone,
Why do i sit here by the phone?
Though it never rings.
10 months have passed though nothing changes,
I just feel like everything was for nothing,
Two years of my life wasted,
And after all of it, it turns out i am who you hated.
I didn't mean to hurt you,
I hate myself for been such a fool,
After all you did for me i still messed it up,
I needed you and now look.
I am a mess,
I hold my picture of you and think of what we had,
I am sorry i made you mad,
I am sorry you had to hit me.
Don't worry,
I don't blame you. i know it was me who was at fault,
I just wish i could hold you,
And i'm sorry i ever loved you.
As much as I would love
To hear the beautiful sound
Of your sexy low moan and
Dirty things you could say
Wait a little while longer
... But keep going
Don't stop
... Even if they won't ever go away
I'm too into it to quit,
I'm half crazy now
My body is screaming
Silently with no sound
I want to let it out,
The height of my ecstasy
But by desire to be conspicuous
I am bound
Damn them coming home
Right on time today
I want to let your name
Roll off my tongue
Maybe we could have picked
A place away from your parents
But that's the funny thing
About being young
You push all my buttons
Ignore the warning signs
That you've gone too far
To hold in my reaction is hard
Sometimes I want to hit you
Right in your goddamn mouth
Despite all the love in my heart
Sometimes I want to shut you out
This?
This is one of those times
You bring up conflict in me
A war between love and pride
I try to conceal my emotion
But from you it's hard to hide
Can I just wrap my hands
Around your neck tight?
Shake you until I'm satisfied
Then settle down for tonight?
I could never bring myself down
To the level of hurting you
I'd end up strangling you with hugs
And smothering your face with kisses too
-- KittyFromHell
Missing You
I learned my lesson now will you take me back
Don't you see I am missing you
Don't you see it is hurting me
Don't you see the pain is killing me
I know I never said yeah I like you but I said I love you
Don't you see I am missing
Without you it is like I am missing the stars
The moon
Even the sun
Ever since you left it feels like my world has come crashing down
Like when it rains on those horrifying days
I learned my lesson now will you take me back
Don't you see I am missing you
Don't you see it is hurting me
Don't you see the pain is killing me
I know I never said yeah I like you but I said I love you
Don't you see I am missing
Without you it is like I am missing the stars
The moon
Even the sun
Ever since you left it feels like my world has come crashing down
Like when it rains on those horrifying days
Laying on my bed, trying to watch the shadows move. They wont budge as much as I stare, nor as long as I wait. They wont grow away or near the objects from which they are cast. They move at the speed dictated by the bed light which controls them. They seek not sorrow in their suspension, nor will they ever find joy. No. They hold fast, rigid, scared and unchanging. They will be set free with the closing of the light, to wander aimlessly back into the darkness of the night.
In The Eye Of The Muse
I was created by a gardener
someone with the foresight
to venture on up the path
to smell roses of the future
for the scent of a rose
still smells the same
any time of the day
He always called me Dig
on account of the slouch hat
I wore in school
Opa must have seen something
that day he rescued me
from flying off the cliff
see even as a two year old
I did not believe in restrictions of the mind
He saw I had the gift
but first I needed to learn
some valuable life lessons or two
I had to fall and loose hope
but He knew even then
that despite the situations
I would find my self in
I would always have the sense
to dig about
find the question
why am I here
Well digging about in apathy
I found you
the last thing to die in my heart
HOPE
Just as now, when you find yourself most weak
You are my strength, as I claw my way back to you
Never let go of hope... I am coming home
