Poetry competition CLOSED 8th June 2014 9:25am
WINNER
lanooz
lanooz
RUNNERS-UP:
Ghoulie
and HidingFromMe
I don't want to be here
Anonymous
AscensionES said:The Harder Side of Fuck All.
It's the scum and the shit of the deep underground pit
that comes first and foremost their thirst
of the fuck-end of human decency and intellect.
You try to speak but you're suffocated by the steaming heap
of the scum and the shit of the deep underground pit.
Hip-gangsta' wannabes with their illiterate raps and their poser-pride
Flinging their shit to the side, it continues to fester
the scum and the shit of the deep underground pit.
Fuck your opinions and your blunt force fuck-ended faggotry.
The Scum and the Shit of the Deep Underground Pit
and the harder side of poetry, the softer side of everything else.
We took our leave, but we couldn't fuck it off completely
Nostalgia takes effect, forcefulness helps us comprehend
what the fuck happened to the once great and respected
home of intellectual discussion and hard earned recognition
It's now the Deep Underground Pit of the Scum and the Shit.
and you're still throwing yourself into it.
It's the scum and the shit of the deep underground pit
that comes first and foremost their thirst
of the fuck-end of human decency and intellect.
You try to speak but you're suffocated by the steaming heap
of the scum and the shit of the deep underground pit.
Hip-gangsta' wannabes with their illiterate raps and their poser-pride
Flinging their shit to the side, it continues to fester
the scum and the shit of the deep underground pit.
Fuck your opinions and your blunt force fuck-ended faggotry.
The Scum and the Shit of the Deep Underground Pit
and the harder side of poetry, the softer side of everything else.
We took our leave, but we couldn't fuck it off completely
Nostalgia takes effect, forcefulness helps us comprehend
what the fuck happened to the once great and respected
home of intellectual discussion and hard earned recognition
It's now the Deep Underground Pit of the Scum and the Shit.
and you're still throwing yourself into it.
Anonymous
I really used to admire you, Euan. Now I can't even give a compliment or make a truthful observation w/o you firing up. You've been thru so much pain, but we ALL have. It's no excuse to be at war with the world.
Hopefully your rage and ad will be removed soon. Sorry for the interruption, host.
Hopefully your rage and ad will be removed soon. Sorry for the interruption, host.
Evan, why don't you have a read of the comment I left you on your poem--here's a link so you can find it easier:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/164566-the-harder-side-of-fuck-all/
And regarding this competition, here's my submission:
Awakening In The Promised Land
I watched along the banks of the East River,
My Euphrates,
As God gathered Time together
For one brief moment—
A preview,
And I am taken back
With each note from your guitar.
As Abram was delivered from Ur of the Chaldeans,
So shall I be freed into the city,
The Canaan of my world,
Where you are there, waiting patiently.
I memorized your touch,
Your eyes,
And the feel of your skin upon mine,
And awoke in the Promised Land.
I live by the Law of the Lord each day
In obedience,
As I see my horizon just out of reach
But not forever untouchable.
We were allowed a glimpse beyond the veil
And when I soon step into permanence,
I shall not look back
As Lot’s Wife did,
Lest my time in the desert, turn to salt.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/164566-the-harder-side-of-fuck-all/
And regarding this competition, here's my submission:
Awakening In The Promised Land
I watched along the banks of the East River,
My Euphrates,
As God gathered Time together
For one brief moment—
A preview,
And I am taken back
With each note from your guitar.
As Abram was delivered from Ur of the Chaldeans,
So shall I be freed into the city,
The Canaan of my world,
Where you are there, waiting patiently.
I memorized your touch,
Your eyes,
And the feel of your skin upon mine,
And awoke in the Promised Land.
I live by the Law of the Lord each day
In obedience,
As I see my horizon just out of reach
But not forever untouchable.
We were allowed a glimpse beyond the veil
And when I soon step into permanence,
I shall not look back
As Lot’s Wife did,
Lest my time in the desert, turn to salt.
The Other Side
It calls to me
A whisper yet strong and alluring
Its voice loud in my mind
Cool like the autumn breeze
It stirs something within
I struggle to recognize it but
Nothing comes to mind
I can’t turn away
It’s so loud and inviting
So lovely to hear
It beckons and I want to go
Go and see
Go and stay
Where I feel safe
Like a child in its mother’s shadow
The new but familiar home
Someday,
I will go.
It calls to me
A whisper yet strong and alluring
Its voice loud in my mind
Cool like the autumn breeze
It stirs something within
I struggle to recognize it but
Nothing comes to mind
I can’t turn away
It’s so loud and inviting
So lovely to hear
It beckons and I want to go
Go and see
Go and stay
Where I feel safe
Like a child in its mother’s shadow
The new but familiar home
Someday,
I will go.
Arrogance? (No Relation)
I’m working nights with brain-dead oafs
who live to smoke on break;
they’re rough and tumble friendly folks,
but I just can’t relate.
I don’t hack darts or throw my fists
or scrounge for strange between my shifts,
I write and sing and cry inside instead.
I’m working nights with brain-dead oafs
who live to smoke on break;
they’re rough and tumble friendly folks,
but I just can’t relate.
I don’t hack darts or throw my fists
or scrounge for strange between my shifts,
I write and sing and cry inside instead.
Suicide Note
Through the years I fought and fought
and for what, to be torn apart?
I wish I didn't care what the world thought
But I do, the reason I'm feeling blue.
Look at me, no fame or money in the bank
What would you do?
Consider yourself lucky to be alive?
Vulnerabilities on display frequently
Mystery in abundance, drenched in secrecy
How can you blame me for my misfortunes?
I didn't choose to be abandoned by everyone,
I chose to leave on my own terms, lucky me.
I'm categorized as a bad boy, I'm out of control
I have no choice, I have no ambitions or boats
living life under heavy scrutiny
happiness is my enemy, drinking is my way out
What do I have to live for?
No gold rings draped around my neck
I see your face full of distaste, smile now
I'm dead! Happy times are here forevermore
Paycheck to paycheck was a privilege
I couldn't afford, so poor I lived with mi amor
The only person I'll miss even though the look
On her face is the only reason this note exists.
Through the years I fought and fought
and for what, to be torn apart?
I wish I didn't care what the world thought
But I do, the reason I'm feeling blue.
Look at me, no fame or money in the bank
What would you do?
Consider yourself lucky to be alive?
Vulnerabilities on display frequently
Mystery in abundance, drenched in secrecy
How can you blame me for my misfortunes?
I didn't choose to be abandoned by everyone,
I chose to leave on my own terms, lucky me.
I'm categorized as a bad boy, I'm out of control
I have no choice, I have no ambitions or boats
living life under heavy scrutiny
happiness is my enemy, drinking is my way out
What do I have to live for?
No gold rings draped around my neck
I see your face full of distaste, smile now
I'm dead! Happy times are here forevermore
Paycheck to paycheck was a privilege
I couldn't afford, so poor I lived with mi amor
The only person I'll miss even though the look
On her face is the only reason this note exists.
