Poetry competition CLOSED 25th January 2014 10:45am
WINNER
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
First impression (everybody)
Meat pie, anyone?
She said it poked her in the back
every time she started drifting off
kept running past with scissors
hoping she could keep it
in a place where it was more suited
the mantelpiece perhaps
I told her why Jesus walked
to the only place razors fear
but she insists
that anything that makes her giggle against her will
must surely be the devils work
said there are rattlesnakes in Nevada
who might snap one day
so I should get them first
maybe when she's said it all
and it's halfway done
she might listen when I say
that her legs have torn my arse to shreds
Enough with the beard bashing, big is bootyfull!!
I think scAlpy must be ginger, explains his love of razors
She said it poked her in the back
every time she started drifting off
kept running past with scissors
hoping she could keep it
in a place where it was more suited
the mantelpiece perhaps
I told her why Jesus walked
to the only place razors fear
but she insists
that anything that makes her giggle against her will
must surely be the devils work
said there are rattlesnakes in Nevada
who might snap one day
so I should get them first
maybe when she's said it all
and it's halfway done
she might listen when I say
that her legs have torn my arse to shreds
Enough with the beard bashing, big is bootyfull!!
I think scAlpy must be ginger, explains his love of razors
That was pretty good, '84Melody. I'm gonna do Lavender. She needs doing thoroughly.
And lb, my nikes are fucked, and I'm riding out their last stitch running in the woods, through the mud and guts of trees. Bless 'em.
Frau Lavendel:
Well, I think she's a film. Am I right, kids?
"Right"!
Yes, located somewhere warm: exotic desert, young men
bare to the waist hoping she notices them, sweat
while she stays cool under the fanning men.
The spectators, young girls, weeping and sobbing
at such a breathtaking performance. Beautiful,
beautiful, beautiful. The film is called something sophisticated
like Sophia-something, and it will break records
and move generations — change the world.
But it's just a film
and only half true, like a photo
or words in electricity:
The film is finished, set packed, men gone,
tears rolled up in dunes, then the clouds glide in thick.
The light, day, beauty wanes. The wind starts moving things
and weezing, and somewhere close by
there's a digging sound.
Can't tell if it's a hole being dug, or the sand
being tossed back in, on to something partly hollow.
And lb, my nikes are fucked, and I'm riding out their last stitch running in the woods, through the mud and guts of trees. Bless 'em.
Frau Lavendel:
Well, I think she's a film. Am I right, kids?
"Right"!
Yes, located somewhere warm: exotic desert, young men
bare to the waist hoping she notices them, sweat
while she stays cool under the fanning men.
The spectators, young girls, weeping and sobbing
at such a breathtaking performance. Beautiful,
beautiful, beautiful. The film is called something sophisticated
like Sophia-something, and it will break records
and move generations — change the world.
But it's just a film
and only half true, like a photo
or words in electricity:
The film is finished, set packed, men gone,
tears rolled up in dunes, then the clouds glide in thick.
The light, day, beauty wanes. The wind starts moving things
and weezing, and somewhere close by
there's a digging sound.
Can't tell if it's a hole being dug, or the sand
being tossed back in, on to something partly hollow.
miss abbot
1999
we gonna party like it's
this chick wants to get slammed
your huckleberry i am
i'll diss you and give you a lil love lass
in between an online class
girl you can get it fast
but don't ever ask
what sin is in my fucking flask
ill buy you flowers and slap your ass
put a redhead to her death bed
nuff said?
no not yet
no more rap shit
ebonic english language
but after this
you gonna make me a sandwich
eyes that could pierce a veign
if you would smile you would probably stop people from shooting
wars would end
scene kids would stop cutting them selves
every song is a love song
with 1999
in the sky
parachutes always open
jumpers say fuck it
kill the pilot
learn how to fly the plane together instead
great red yonder
suicide pacts go to future dreams
parting inseams give books away
lost letters
no longer return to sender
they shake and move and shuffle
more than harlem
miss abbott's tektonik plates
seems like leaves that never been raked
ill give you lengthy conversation
challenge your mind
just want you to lay down on the couch
play the piano
sing for a minute
imagine a four leaf clover
feel like the drink after
you cured cancer
sorry i gotta be so ghetto
but this bitch might be the best bad answer
if you answer
it's fine
we gonna party
like it's
i don't care what time....what are you doin 99?............
word up to the artist formally known as prince..........
1999
we gonna party like it's
this chick wants to get slammed
your huckleberry i am
i'll diss you and give you a lil love lass
in between an online class
girl you can get it fast
but don't ever ask
what sin is in my fucking flask
ill buy you flowers and slap your ass
put a redhead to her death bed
nuff said?
no not yet
no more rap shit
ebonic english language
but after this
you gonna make me a sandwich
eyes that could pierce a veign
if you would smile you would probably stop people from shooting
wars would end
scene kids would stop cutting them selves
every song is a love song
with 1999
in the sky
parachutes always open
jumpers say fuck it
kill the pilot
learn how to fly the plane together instead
great red yonder
suicide pacts go to future dreams
parting inseams give books away
lost letters
no longer return to sender
they shake and move and shuffle
more than harlem
miss abbott's tektonik plates
seems like leaves that never been raked
ill give you lengthy conversation
challenge your mind
just want you to lay down on the couch
play the piano
sing for a minute
imagine a four leaf clover
feel like the drink after
you cured cancer
sorry i gotta be so ghetto
but this bitch might be the best bad answer
if you answer
it's fine
we gonna party
like it's
i don't care what time....what are you doin 99?............
word up to the artist formally known as prince..........
Madame
Librarian, teacher comes to mind
a sternness in her yet undefined
old school teacher with the glasses
rebelling against the bun, leaving her hair undone
A guardian not of shadows that follow us like Peter Pan
but the shadows that are, in essence ourselves
as we’re searching for a light we’ll only refuse once we find
Librarian, teacher comes to mind
a sternness in her yet undefined
old school teacher with the glasses
rebelling against the bun, leaving her hair undone
A guardian not of shadows that follow us like Peter Pan
but the shadows that are, in essence ourselves
as we’re searching for a light we’ll only refuse once we find
Medieval men of valor
that conquer. With
beards spawning strengths and
inspiring threads of ink.
Having heated quills
mastering thrills
with Lavender hues
and Missy views
I come to relish the scene
casting below a teary eyed Queen
and sunshine abbot feeling the rot
with my face veiled, yet I hide not.
that conquer. With
beards spawning strengths and
inspiring threads of ink.
Having heated quills
mastering thrills
with Lavender hues
and Missy views
I come to relish the scene
casting below a teary eyed Queen
and sunshine abbot feeling the rot
with my face veiled, yet I hide not.
Johnrot sought to shave his beard;
To do so- it took 1999 shears.
So many complaints
Did he receive from women
When he was drinking their venom.
So to his beard
He took those shears.
He clipped and cut for nearly a year!
And when he was done
Only then, did women enjoy his tongue.
He became, suddenly, handsome.
And with his beard went his crust!
Happily he went
On his jolly ol' way,
But nearly a year later-
On his face a new beard did lay!
And this beard was
Thicker, larger, and discolored-
A sign of aging.
When he smiled he discovered
He could not see what a smile to his lips does.
Johnrot became grumpy,
For he looked frumpy.
He didn't brother to shear again-
He was too lazy.
Eventually his non-smiling self went crazy.
To do so- it took 1999 shears.
So many complaints
Did he receive from women
When he was drinking their venom.
So to his beard
He took those shears.
He clipped and cut for nearly a year!
And when he was done
Only then, did women enjoy his tongue.
He became, suddenly, handsome.
And with his beard went his crust!
Happily he went
On his jolly ol' way,
But nearly a year later-
On his face a new beard did lay!
And this beard was
Thicker, larger, and discolored-
A sign of aging.
When he smiled he discovered
He could not see what a smile to his lips does.
Johnrot became grumpy,
For he looked frumpy.
He didn't brother to shear again-
He was too lazy.
Eventually his non-smiling self went crazy.
From the corner of a scrawl seeing eye
He shakes the chloroform from his umbrella onto his paper
the words will put him to sleep
coffees strong and black
and it sees who pours it
in the reflection off the counter
the moleskin pad waits patiently
for the only one who knows it's heart
to finish sipping from her skull
taken from the latest skeleton
her closet has no room for
so a page will have to do
the pen has reached it's breaking point
it's seen too many hurts
the bruises are fading
but it's because there's not much blood
left to turn black
the woman's been sat without a word
at the corner for most of the morning
but no matter how she places the words
there's always a bone or two
that won't quite fit inside her little book
Hey mister Elbee, Bloodytears is cheating! Where's da face blud??
(So bite me, I'm a snitch)
He shakes the chloroform from his umbrella onto his paper
the words will put him to sleep
coffees strong and black
and it sees who pours it
in the reflection off the counter
the moleskin pad waits patiently
for the only one who knows it's heart
to finish sipping from her skull
taken from the latest skeleton
her closet has no room for
so a page will have to do
the pen has reached it's breaking point
it's seen too many hurts
the bruises are fading
but it's because there's not much blood
left to turn black
the woman's been sat without a word
at the corner for most of the morning
but no matter how she places the words
there's always a bone or two
that won't quite fit inside her little book
Hey mister Elbee, Bloodytears is cheating! Where's da face blud??
(So bite me, I'm a snitch)
