Poetry competition CLOSED 12th November 2013 9:11am
WINNER
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
RUNNER-UP:
Atakti
Born To Run
Anonymous
okay tony..that's 10 out of 25!
the "Tramps like us were born to run" is the inspiration-it does not to have anything to do with the song....not all of the judges even know the song :-)
the "Tramps like us were born to run" is the inspiration-it does not to have anything to do with the song....not all of the judges even know the song :-)
Creek Street Running's
Along the stage of creek street running's
dressed a man held warm by arms his lover
the knight rides cry cross Guinevere sighs
and too was seen the promise
Barb wire hooks try to grab with cross-eyed looks
shady day dealers pay, set up fence for the squealers
As Rollo dole Cole opens his hand for a five
they slap him back opening the sky
Wrapping their jackets
in leather soul patches
they stole a view
and flew and flew
flying into:
Winds blowing, away with loss and prison
their coasts, cross and ocean
solving division with school wise addition
to lands borne free clutched in unity
Wrapping their jackets
in leather soul patches
they stole a view
and flew and flew
flying into:
Glides sailed with secret string
tying not boundary just everlasting
while loose cannons watching fail to fly
the balls needed to see such majesty
Caesar the belief his diamond and keep
as Cleopatra sings his gift their wings
holding to only change that made it
spent as living for one another
Wrapping their jackets
in leather soul patches
they stole a view
and flew and flew
flying into:
Along the stage of creek street running's
dressed a man held warm by arms his lover
the knight rides cry cross Guinevere sighs
and too was seen the promise
Barb wire hooks try to grab with cross-eyed looks
shady day dealers pay, set up fence for the squealers
As Rollo dole Cole opens his hand for a five
they slap him back opening the sky
Wrapping their jackets
in leather soul patches
they stole a view
and flew and flew
flying into:
Winds blowing, away with loss and prison
their coasts, cross and ocean
solving division with school wise addition
to lands borne free clutched in unity
Wrapping their jackets
in leather soul patches
they stole a view
and flew and flew
flying into:
Glides sailed with secret string
tying not boundary just everlasting
while loose cannons watching fail to fly
the balls needed to see such majesty
Caesar the belief his diamond and keep
as Cleopatra sings his gift their wings
holding to only change that made it
spent as living for one another
Wrapping their jackets
in leather soul patches
they stole a view
and flew and flew
flying into:
Anonymous
added poeticengineer and anna
thank's that's 12 out of 25 :-)
thank's that's 12 out of 25 :-)
Anonymous
whatever number of entries we have at closing time is what we will go with-in the off chance it does not get to 25
judging will go on
judging will go on
Beautiful Broken Whore
a familiar pain kept locked away safe
a misleading face to everyone i wear
tucked inside waiting to explode
patiently slumbering for the perfect time
my selfishness, my loves, my fears
all reflect my pensive side
robbing the hearts secrets blind...
behind the wall entombed in stone
my heart and soul and so much more
a gentle rapping then a loud tapping
a thudding, pounding so intense
but ignored that much more
flooding through gray hauntings
precision cut dreams and fantasies...
kept at bay under shackle and chain
should i let them out to play?
trying to flee my insanity
running from all the evils i keep
i am always hiding
from everything in front of me
dwelling in the shadows of the past...
as life comes creeping in
i live in a deafing seclusion
away from all who know me
tell me what i should do?
singing the song of Lenore
burying the love and pain within my core
for Nevermore...
can you hear that beat
that steady unnerving rapping
such a heavy tapping
in every corner of my memory
hush, listen to that thud
can you hear them coming
i'm so sick of running...
a familiar pain kept locked away safe
a misleading face to everyone i wear
tucked inside waiting to explode
patiently slumbering for the perfect time
my selfishness, my loves, my fears
all reflect my pensive side
robbing the hearts secrets blind...
behind the wall entombed in stone
my heart and soul and so much more
a gentle rapping then a loud tapping
a thudding, pounding so intense
but ignored that much more
flooding through gray hauntings
precision cut dreams and fantasies...
kept at bay under shackle and chain
should i let them out to play?
trying to flee my insanity
running from all the evils i keep
i am always hiding
from everything in front of me
dwelling in the shadows of the past...
as life comes creeping in
i live in a deafing seclusion
away from all who know me
tell me what i should do?
singing the song of Lenore
burying the love and pain within my core
for Nevermore...
can you hear that beat
that steady unnerving rapping
such a heavy tapping
in every corner of my memory
hush, listen to that thud
can you hear them coming
i'm so sick of running...
Anonymous
May I add one?
Hope there's still room for one more ~^_^~
*Death*
Now this is how the story goes.
When Death rolled in, thunder lead the way.
His Harley belched fire ridden decay.
Lets just say, everyone got the fuck out of his way.
The coldness in the air dared our black, lawless souls,
as the slithering silence coiled around our throats.
His double barrel gnawed from beneath his black, trench coat.
His mission was clear. Face to face, Death was here.
The six foot four, burly bear that stood behind the bar
tasted fear. With a POW, his head disappeared.
All the bad luck he'd served up, one mug at a time
became covered with his grey matter slime.
Death was dressed in black with long, blonde hair.
Not what you'd expect.
Casually he just turned and walked out.
Kicked-off hellfire with a burning respect,
and faded back into the darkness in which he came.
That was my cue, I did the same.
Oh shit, Death has a name and he looked a lot like. I really shouldn't say.
*Death*
Now this is how the story goes.
When Death rolled in, thunder lead the way.
His Harley belched fire ridden decay.
Lets just say, everyone got the fuck out of his way.
The coldness in the air dared our black, lawless souls,
as the slithering silence coiled around our throats.
His double barrel gnawed from beneath his black, trench coat.
His mission was clear. Face to face, Death was here.
The six foot four, burly bear that stood behind the bar
tasted fear. With a POW, his head disappeared.
All the bad luck he'd served up, one mug at a time
became covered with his grey matter slime.
Death was dressed in black with long, blonde hair.
Not what you'd expect.
Casually he just turned and walked out.
Kicked-off hellfire with a burning respect,
and faded back into the darkness in which he came.
That was my cue, I did the same.
Oh shit, Death has a name and he looked a lot like. I really shouldn't say.
Anonymous
I Run ...
To lose myself
And find myself
To tone my body
And hone my mind
To get ahead
And leave behind
To exhale anger
Inhale the sky
To ponder love
To raise the lows
Enjoy the high
To pound the ground
To be my best
To be alone
Pass my own test
To keep my cool
To feel the burn
Fall back
Move forward
And to learn
To maintain my focus
To change gears
To answer questions
Face my fears
I run to become
To enlarge my vision of what can be
To see both forest and the trees
To chase the moon
To catch the sun
These are the reasons why I run
To lose myself
And find myself
To tone my body
And hone my mind
To get ahead
And leave behind
To exhale anger
Inhale the sky
To ponder love
To raise the lows
Enjoy the high
To pound the ground
To be my best
To be alone
Pass my own test
To keep my cool
To feel the burn
Fall back
Move forward
And to learn
To maintain my focus
To change gears
To answer questions
Face my fears
I run to become
To enlarge my vision of what can be
To see both forest and the trees
To chase the moon
To catch the sun
These are the reasons why I run
