Poetry competition CLOSED 25th March 2014 2:57am
WINNER
0913338 (Semaj)
0913338 (Semaj)
RUNNER-UP:
Atakti
DU member....hemihead
Poetry Contest Description
blah blah write about hemi blah blah
Right....having won the last comp about Devilish, and having not read the rules properly, it's now my turn...
If I read it right, and that seems unlikely, you are supposed to write about me...good luck to you.
Here's some back-story from the last few days;
- this weekend I deadlifted a personal record. I feel strong physically and mentally.
- I run a very large construction project and the job is wearing on me....overwork killed my father (or certainly helped to)
- I won a sailing race against a fleet filled with decent sailors, by absolutely flogging them
- I am one month sober. I am not drug-free.
- I attended the funeral of a mate, the same age as me, who hung himself last weekend
- I saw my ex-girlfriend at the funeral. She was in pain. I did not go to her.
- I drove to the funeral in a blood-red hemi coupe, did most of it well above the speed limit, and dropped a pretty decent burnout leaving the place....
No more than 150 words.
Write it standing up.
Don't make me a fucking cartoon figure....write a human being.
I'll judge you on your writing....and humour and/or total lack of respect are worth double-points....
If I read it right, and that seems unlikely, you are supposed to write about me...good luck to you.
Here's some back-story from the last few days;
- this weekend I deadlifted a personal record. I feel strong physically and mentally.
- I run a very large construction project and the job is wearing on me....overwork killed my father (or certainly helped to)
- I won a sailing race against a fleet filled with decent sailors, by absolutely flogging them
- I am one month sober. I am not drug-free.
- I attended the funeral of a mate, the same age as me, who hung himself last weekend
- I saw my ex-girlfriend at the funeral. She was in pain. I did not go to her.
- I drove to the funeral in a blood-red hemi coupe, did most of it well above the speed limit, and dropped a pretty decent burnout leaving the place....
No more than 150 words.
Write it standing up.
Don't make me a fucking cartoon figure....write a human being.
I'll judge you on your writing....and humour and/or total lack of respect are worth double-points....
Hemi - Full Throttle
He posts every poem under "love"
— by the gods of dirt, he means it.
He wears his nakedness like a philosophy;
I don't mean bare skin, although he's done that too...
(ladies, breathe)
He sails away on brine and avoidance,
yet anchors himself with his truths.
I dig his filthy driving, more than the hot prose.
I'd swear his stare reeks of diesel and sweat.
(oxygen, so important)
Oh, he's (not) death proof, though he burns through himself
like he is. He has Grim in his line of sight, taking people,
giving him tenacity. His laugh has this hard edge...
He carved the flesh from faults, damage, wear and tear,
and we're hooked because he bleeds our own silent confessions.
He has, in turn, discarded skins and lies,
the booze, the anger, and empty sex.
(helplines now open, ladies)
Hemi deconstructs. What remains, is Hemi.
(lack of respect, but not a cartoon? tough deal... I think I managed some irreverence)
He posts every poem under "love"
— by the gods of dirt, he means it.
He wears his nakedness like a philosophy;
I don't mean bare skin, although he's done that too...
(ladies, breathe)
He sails away on brine and avoidance,
yet anchors himself with his truths.
I dig his filthy driving, more than the hot prose.
I'd swear his stare reeks of diesel and sweat.
(oxygen, so important)
Oh, he's (not) death proof, though he burns through himself
like he is. He has Grim in his line of sight, taking people,
giving him tenacity. His laugh has this hard edge...
He carved the flesh from faults, damage, wear and tear,
and we're hooked because he bleeds our own silent confessions.
He has, in turn, discarded skins and lies,
the booze, the anger, and empty sex.
(helplines now open, ladies)
Hemi deconstructs. What remains, is Hemi.
(lack of respect, but not a cartoon? tough deal... I think I managed some irreverence)
Anonymous
Hemi
You're a God round here
and that's not a bad thing,
but I don't pray
because I don't believe
in deity gratification,
or admiration above
my plaintive
mortal station.
I won't pretend
to lick your ass
for I know nothing
about
you
who you are,
where you've come from
what your Father did
the boat you sailed
your dreams upon
to get here
one drink after another
to sink dollars
under the skin
of the
worthy.
We live very
different lives
you and me
though I commend
your lack of bullshit,
your habitual veracity
and it's not
that I don't respect you,
for that's not the case
but I live beyond Earth,
and there's no sea
in space.
You're a God round here
and that's not a bad thing,
but I don't pray
because I don't believe
in deity gratification,
or admiration above
my plaintive
mortal station.
I won't pretend
to lick your ass
for I know nothing
about
you
who you are,
where you've come from
what your Father did
the boat you sailed
your dreams upon
to get here
one drink after another
to sink dollars
under the skin
of the
worthy.
We live very
different lives
you and me
though I commend
your lack of bullshit,
your habitual veracity
and it's not
that I don't respect you,
for that's not the case
but I live beyond Earth,
and there's no sea
in space.
(1)
They call it progress
but something good and whole
was lost
in the decades that passed us
it's about silicone now
and fast food
there's hardly any children
playing in the streets
because parents are mortified
they'll be abducted
or inducted, or addicted
then sold off
to the nearest immigrant slave traders
because the papers
are full of it
(2)
There stood a boy at a crossroads
Tonka toy in one hand
blade and beer in the other
dropped the toy and waved farewell
shook a little, then bit his lip
cos it's weak to cry
and weak
would get him dead
(3)
"pour me another" he said
and threw his eyes
down the top of the woman
who'd just walked over to the bar
she'll not get too far before the hook comes
then later on
he'll drive her home
and she'll be glad to be
another notch
a faceless crotch to keep the bed warm
until the bell rings
for work in the morning
(4)
They call it progress
but some would call it gross misconduct
of man towards nature
smile for the camera
you
dam
monster
http://youtu.be/Tji3IakVGK4
They call it progress
but something good and whole
was lost
in the decades that passed us
it's about silicone now
and fast food
there's hardly any children
playing in the streets
because parents are mortified
they'll be abducted
or inducted, or addicted
then sold off
to the nearest immigrant slave traders
because the papers
are full of it
(2)
There stood a boy at a crossroads
Tonka toy in one hand
blade and beer in the other
dropped the toy and waved farewell
shook a little, then bit his lip
cos it's weak to cry
and weak
would get him dead
(3)
"pour me another" he said
and threw his eyes
down the top of the woman
who'd just walked over to the bar
she'll not get too far before the hook comes
then later on
he'll drive her home
and she'll be glad to be
another notch
a faceless crotch to keep the bed warm
until the bell rings
for work in the morning
(4)
They call it progress
but some would call it gross misconduct
of man towards nature
smile for the camera
you
dam
monster
http://youtu.be/Tji3IakVGK4
lepperochan said:(1)
They call it progress
but something good and whole
was lost
in the decades that passed us
it's about silicone now
and fast food
there's hardly any children
playing in the streets
because parents are mortified
they'll be abducted
or inducted, or addicted
then sold off
to the nearest immigrant slave traders
because the papers
are full of it
(2)
There stood a boy at a crossroads
Tonka toy in one hand
blade and beer in the other
dropped the toy and waved farewell
shook a little, then bit his lip
cos it's weak to cry
and weak
would get him dead
(3)
"pour me another" he said
and threw his eyes
down the top of the woman
who'd just walked over to the bar
she'll not get too far before the hook comes
then later on
he'll drive her home
and she'll be glad to be
another notch
a faceless crotch to keep the bed warm
until the bell rings
for work in the morning
(4)
They call it progress
but some would call it gross misconduct
of man towards nature
smile for the camera
you
dam
monster
http://youtu.be/Tji3IakVGK4
Eamon, you bastard.....as always, I feel somewhere between slandered and made part of a friendship.....so good on you
(loved the video by the way :-)
They call it progress
but something good and whole
was lost
in the decades that passed us
it's about silicone now
and fast food
there's hardly any children
playing in the streets
because parents are mortified
they'll be abducted
or inducted, or addicted
then sold off
to the nearest immigrant slave traders
because the papers
are full of it
(2)
There stood a boy at a crossroads
Tonka toy in one hand
blade and beer in the other
dropped the toy and waved farewell
shook a little, then bit his lip
cos it's weak to cry
and weak
would get him dead
(3)
"pour me another" he said
and threw his eyes
down the top of the woman
who'd just walked over to the bar
she'll not get too far before the hook comes
then later on
he'll drive her home
and she'll be glad to be
another notch
a faceless crotch to keep the bed warm
until the bell rings
for work in the morning
(4)
They call it progress
but some would call it gross misconduct
of man towards nature
smile for the camera
you
dam
monster
http://youtu.be/Tji3IakVGK4
Eamon, you bastard.....as always, I feel somewhere between slandered and made part of a friendship.....so good on you
(loved the video by the way :-)
....and then of course, there's this...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPll4sQDssU&list=PL47FE85B132958899
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPll4sQDssU&list=PL47FE85B132958899
the ballad of the down under redneck curse
an old story of
earth's cunt
fucked by drunks
with guns
or plows
for money
at night
he sits in a truck
drinks
weeps fuck you
like a mantra
cries salt from
a cracked block
on manifold cheeks
love him
he'll call you a cunt
your boat a pussy
you haven't fuck-sailed right
tell you to fuck off
then he'll leave
just remember
his chest was broken
by a pill poppin momma
and a beats momma
cut his wrist suicide daddy
he's come back from many
pissed out for dead
knuckle to face bloody hells
but his machine carb still
beats right now and again
"listen to that motor dad"
let er rip
ain't no cliché
that's brith and death
too many wake sleepin
fucks dead on the vine
rust comes soon enough
"endings always endings"
this is a noose knife road kill life
and he knows too much
had to stab his soul eye out with
140 mph cock rubbing cocaine prayers
he's a beautiful wound
that bleeds fist
everyone knows
are tears for us
he dresses the days
in piss and shit
cunt and smoke
skin and rock
loves dogs
knows that
the snakes were
home in eden
and it's us that
fuck it all up
with work and money
and for what
the chance to shit
down our legs
in the hospital
as we die
but goddamn
this is how he
loves us
in loathing
makes us laugh
and curse at him
ourselves
beneath the bravado
of the spin out
he sneaks in feather
jabs about empty
glasses and loss
and words burned
of meaning
from his cigarette teeth
and liquor tongue
from his broken bones
and blistered hands
from the dark vision
of drunk memory
he dreams like a poet
of rocks on fire in the night
of disappearing into everything
fights like a man with axes and wood
to save the world, himself
probably neither really
he likes the truth after all
but just to cut
and hit and swing and sweat
cause well
being alive is moving
(had to change my entry post, post reading all yer postings especially after knee jerkin in here with first impressions)
an old story of
earth's cunt
fucked by drunks
with guns
or plows
for money
at night
he sits in a truck
drinks
weeps fuck you
like a mantra
cries salt from
a cracked block
on manifold cheeks
love him
he'll call you a cunt
your boat a pussy
you haven't fuck-sailed right
tell you to fuck off
then he'll leave
just remember
his chest was broken
by a pill poppin momma
and a beats momma
cut his wrist suicide daddy
he's come back from many
pissed out for dead
knuckle to face bloody hells
but his machine carb still
beats right now and again
"listen to that motor dad"
let er rip
ain't no cliché
that's brith and death
too many wake sleepin
fucks dead on the vine
rust comes soon enough
"endings always endings"
this is a noose knife road kill life
and he knows too much
had to stab his soul eye out with
140 mph cock rubbing cocaine prayers
he's a beautiful wound
that bleeds fist
everyone knows
are tears for us
he dresses the days
in piss and shit
cunt and smoke
skin and rock
loves dogs
knows that
the snakes were
home in eden
and it's us that
fuck it all up
with work and money
and for what
the chance to shit
down our legs
in the hospital
as we die
but goddamn
this is how he
loves us
in loathing
makes us laugh
and curse at him
ourselves
beneath the bravado
of the spin out
he sneaks in feather
jabs about empty
glasses and loss
and words burned
of meaning
from his cigarette teeth
and liquor tongue
from his broken bones
and blistered hands
from the dark vision
of drunk memory
he dreams like a poet
of rocks on fire in the night
of disappearing into everything
fights like a man with axes and wood
to save the world, himself
probably neither really
he likes the truth after all
but just to cut
and hit and swing and sweat
cause well
being alive is moving
(had to change my entry post, post reading all yer postings especially after knee jerkin in here with first impressions)
0913338 said:draw me human
what?
you a machine man
these words nothing but
cartoons
that sell the "truth"
vroom vroom baby
run over some kangaroos
fast drunk in a car
across the godforsaken desert
at the edge of a galaxy
of numberless others
this hubris makes big cars
and big dicks
and burning out
bad ass
to run
from death
love
your
dead dad
to life
meaningful?
fuck you
and your
poetry too
cause your
cunts slug
is over fed
like the rest
on salt
blood
rocks
pistons
cherry
blossoms
spinning
to river
break
your edge
to ripples
you remind me
of him alive
but dead
to me
he likes cars too
more than me
though he smashed
my head like pedal
to the floor
sorry to blame
you man
but you've
left so many
damn times
in speed
drink
truth
that well
i hate you
because
i can't find him
to say it
so rev it up
motherfucker
tear it down
let earth’s slit
know what
a steel cock is
all about
when the hemi
is hungry
just leave
out the introspective
touching shit
it really makes it
hard to hate
you
goddamn
poet
Fantastic...liked your own edge added to it/me, your personal beef, liked the scatter gun/ragged edge, liked the general dislike.....good stuff all 'round man
h.
what?
you a machine man
these words nothing but
cartoons
that sell the "truth"
vroom vroom baby
run over some kangaroos
fast drunk in a car
across the godforsaken desert
at the edge of a galaxy
of numberless others
this hubris makes big cars
and big dicks
and burning out
bad ass
to run
from death
love
your
dead dad
to life
meaningful?
fuck you
and your
poetry too
cause your
cunts slug
is over fed
like the rest
on salt
blood
rocks
pistons
cherry
blossoms
spinning
to river
break
your edge
to ripples
you remind me
of him alive
but dead
to me
he likes cars too
more than me
though he smashed
my head like pedal
to the floor
sorry to blame
you man
but you've
left so many
damn times
in speed
drink
truth
that well
i hate you
because
i can't find him
to say it
so rev it up
motherfucker
tear it down
let earth’s slit
know what
a steel cock is
all about
when the hemi
is hungry
just leave
out the introspective
touching shit
it really makes it
hard to hate
you
goddamn
poet
Fantastic...liked your own edge added to it/me, your personal beef, liked the scatter gun/ragged edge, liked the general dislike.....good stuff all 'round man
h.
this weekend he deadlifted a personal record. He feels strong physically and mentally.
- He runs a very large construction project and the job is wearing on him....overwork killed his father (or certainly helped to)
- He won a sailing race against a fleet filled with decent sailors, by absolutely flogging them
- He is one month sober. He is not drug-free.
- He attended the funeral of a mate, the same age as him, who hung himself last weekend
- He saw his ex-girlfriend at the funeral. She was in pain. He did not go to her.
- He drove to the funeral in a blood-red hemi coupe, did most of it well above the speed limit, and dropped a pretty decent burnout leaving the place....
hold out your straining hope
for intermittent satisfaction
disbelieve my perception
throw down a knife to the ground
i dont care enough
for the black funeral dress you rip through
for the guilt you floor
and outstrip with ease
for the face you wear
chrome frankenstein
fuckin fucking machine
selfishly moving dirt
selfish to feel it in your muscles
for your fight against tearing
skin from blood from bones.
for the stamina of you
living
cant find enough of a fuck
to fucking romanticize you
more than you did
- He runs a very large construction project and the job is wearing on him....overwork killed his father (or certainly helped to)
- He won a sailing race against a fleet filled with decent sailors, by absolutely flogging them
- He is one month sober. He is not drug-free.
- He attended the funeral of a mate, the same age as him, who hung himself last weekend
- He saw his ex-girlfriend at the funeral. She was in pain. He did not go to her.
- He drove to the funeral in a blood-red hemi coupe, did most of it well above the speed limit, and dropped a pretty decent burnout leaving the place....
hold out your straining hope
for intermittent satisfaction
disbelieve my perception
throw down a knife to the ground
i dont care enough
for the black funeral dress you rip through
for the guilt you floor
and outstrip with ease
for the face you wear
chrome frankenstein
fuckin fucking machine
selfishly moving dirt
selfish to feel it in your muscles
for your fight against tearing
skin from blood from bones.
for the stamina of you
living
cant find enough of a fuck
to fucking romanticize you
more than you did
anna_grin said: this weekend he deadlifted a personal record. He feels strong physically and mentally.
- He runs a very large construction project and the job is wearing on him....overwork killed his father (or certainly helped to)
- He won a sailing race against a fleet filled with decent sailors, by absolutely flogging them
- He is one month sober. He is not drug-free.
- He attended the funeral of a mate, the same age as him, who hung himself last weekend
- He saw his ex-girlfriend at the funeral. She was in pain. He did not go to her.
- He drove to the funeral in a blood-red hemi coupe, did most of it well above the speed limit, and dropped a pretty decent burnout leaving the place....
hold out your straining hope
for intermittent satisfaction
disbelieve my perception
throw down a knife to the ground
i dont care enough
for the black funeral dress you rip through
for the guilt you floor
and outstrip with ease
for the face you wear
chrome frankenstein
fuckin fucking machine
selfishly moving dirt
selfish to feel it in your muscles
for your fight against tearing
skin from blood from bones.
for the stamina of you
living
cant find enough of a fuck
to fucking romanticize you
more than you did
Perfect...and entirely correct.
- He runs a very large construction project and the job is wearing on him....overwork killed his father (or certainly helped to)
- He won a sailing race against a fleet filled with decent sailors, by absolutely flogging them
- He is one month sober. He is not drug-free.
- He attended the funeral of a mate, the same age as him, who hung himself last weekend
- He saw his ex-girlfriend at the funeral. She was in pain. He did not go to her.
- He drove to the funeral in a blood-red hemi coupe, did most of it well above the speed limit, and dropped a pretty decent burnout leaving the place....
hold out your straining hope
for intermittent satisfaction
disbelieve my perception
throw down a knife to the ground
i dont care enough
for the black funeral dress you rip through
for the guilt you floor
and outstrip with ease
for the face you wear
chrome frankenstein
fuckin fucking machine
selfishly moving dirt
selfish to feel it in your muscles
for your fight against tearing
skin from blood from bones.
for the stamina of you
living
cant find enough of a fuck
to fucking romanticize you
more than you did
Perfect...and entirely correct.
