On The Outside Looking In

Write a poem in Third person...
You must include the words listed in your gender:


For All Female Poets:

inflexible  feather  crow  staunch  vermilion  keen  survival



For All Male Poets:

unyielding  titanium  crow  paramount  taupe  loot survival


Please title work (or be disqualified)

Please try to keep word limit under 350

One week  
Have Fun!

owed to a wild rose



again, he knelt head bowed
to the shrine he'd built to yesterdays
once polished to a shine
now a dull taupe
reflecting only a mind
that remained unyielding in its hopes
for a timely resurrection

he'd loot his memories
and twist them askew to suit the task
a practice
paramount to force the farces survival

there came a time a thud echoed
when a clumsy crow had cracked a window
crusted with dirt and dust
and the sunlight stole its way in
shone upon a wild rose
that grew strong like tempered titanium
and sang wisdom from its petals

he cried, because inside he'd come alive

and his eyes saw colour
and his mind grasped logic

when he left the room he locked it
then took the wild rose
and planted it into a bed of gratitude

Image


the feeble, the funky
the famous
the wise

singed
hearts & minds
she owned them guys

no surprise

taupe colored Levis cutoff at the thighs
she wore ‘em real snug
just the right size

genuinely paramount
to each slick pose

what often arose was a dreamsans clothes

image of an unyielding grasp of style
sex appeal with
so much zeal
and

had it for awhile

see upon her arrival she had that loot survival
yet hers was more like swag

from Rodeo Central, each essential
tools kept tight
in her bag

like that titanium dildo
just like a field goal
maybe an extra
point

the kind
she would make
to have herself quake
or when she’d
indulge to
anoint

look, this queen had a flow
wherein she never ate crow
living life without strife to
the extreme

mostly pretty certain with all her flirting
she was just fulfilling
her dream

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/ '"^"          "^"`  \



Ruffled Quills

the thought of survival
was negligible    
when her staunch demeanour    
was absolute; inflexible

bracing the vermillion bloodlust
the friction was palpable
static anticipation arced    
from feather to feather    
like a crow keen for a murder

Wonderful Craic, kriticool, and Miss G! You guys have set the bar high... Thanks for the entries! Xo

dead heart waltz


wandering the way of the crow
she dances a dead heart waltz
in titanium heel louboutins
through taupe laden skies
outlined in vermillion hues    
seeking acceptance  
from the reflection  
in the mirror  
 
an unyielding desire  
to be part of the slaughter  
it is paramount  
to her souls survival  
feeding off painful loot  
stolen from hearts of the damned  
fruitlessly trying  
to fill empty with empty  
 
 

Awesome entry Fenom! Thank You!

Shaman quest  

I watched as she knelt by the ancient oak tree under a vermillion sky

Steadfast and Inflexible and yet her heart light as a feather

I watched as she called to a raven sitting on a branch

He is wise and keen about all in the forest unseen

He is known as Jim Crow
and asked her what it is she would like to know

Her future she replied

He cocked his head in a confused sort of way
and then whispered in her ear

My dear ennui between you and I
be staunch in your survival for death has no greater rival

he like to stack loot a titanium hoot

It is paramount for survival


she unyielding like a taupe crow

life is a sin
sins are forgiven
so jump right in

He Knows  


He's nearly convincing
he remembers the difference between
living and survival
but if the crow speaks true
he knows too little

his thoughts heavy and inflexible
though his heart flutters like a feather in a gale
he stands as a staunch representative
of the contradiction
between the keen search for truth
and the lust for a mystery

the blank page of memory
stained vermilion
and like an inkblot
he's an unanswerable question

Loot Survival By Mike R Stewart


Loot survival can be tricky
Choosing crimes you must be picky
Cause if you get caught?
Things can get sticky

Loot to me is robbery
So stock what the target be
Surveillance outta be
Top priority


Preferably make sure nobodies there
Murder is worse than b and e be aware

Plus try to rob something that insurance will prepare


The person a check to cover the cost
Why? Cause then it's a harmless crime
Where nothing is lost

Working legit is better
Because quick to jail you header


For most things
If it's for survival,
Better safe than sorry,
..suggests things





Minimum wage is a bitch
And the economy is weak

Make your get away hatch
Have several plans not to catch


A case.


Ranging anywhere from a punch in the face... To-

Death or injury, which is worse waste (for long term survival lol)






I.e.  someone could kill you
=That's a home robbery- that
Has fell though (for many)






Crime pays, for a time that's short, if even any

Paper trails and other evidence?
DONT BE LEAVING ANY




For most?

If feel you
Gotta be smart,
With a conscience

None of that beating elderly for wallet or purse non scence


That you hear on the news

That's just bullshit


The end











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These submissions were truly grand. Thank you all! This comp had three entries that were first place across the broad, my final decision came when I read the poems from ‘bottom to top’; grandeur and power is the same, if not greater. *trick I use to sway my ruling*


Craic, I must admit when I first read your piece I thought it would stunt other poets away with intimidation because you set the bar high.
Your ink had the Wow factor. Delivery, word usage, and the essence of your ink was quite amazing!

Kriticool, I really love the flow and vibe of your poem. You had such a creative flare incorporating your words. I really liked, “genuinely paramount to each slick pose” and “titanium dildo.” Much wit in your ink…. Nicely done!

MissG, your piece read like a beautiful caption or prelude to a movie; slowly building, preparing for something powerful. I could actually see this at the beginning of a Joan of Arc, Helen Keller, or Amelia Earhart intro. The visual structure of your piece was delightful! Exquisite Pen!

Fenom, you know I’m a sucker for your intriguing pen! I really loved how you made use of every word selected. “she dances a dead heart waltz in titanium heel louboutins”<--Loved those lines. Oh and I caught the extra word, ‘vermillion’, Nice!  Beautiful dance!

Ennui, I absolutely loved the narrative flow. It was as if you gave cliff notes to a beautiful story. I liked how you incorporated yourself into the ink.“My dear ennui between you and I be staunch in your survival for death has no greater rival.<--Awesome! Enjoyed!

Rabbit, I enjoyed the simplicity of your ink, although I actually loved your poem more before your last minute revise. Can’t quote you verbatim but your lines about you being locked out the house, on the outside looking in was pretty damn cool for this comp. Your original ink was memorable. Thank you for the entry!

Mikimoondance, the more I read your ink, the more I crush on your pen. “he stands as a staunch representative
of the contradiction
between the keen search for truth
and the lust for a mystery"<--freakin’ loved where your mind went! The core of this piece is sheer beauty! Enjoyed immensely!

MadIntellect, your piece was interesting and entertaining, although not quite in third person and you only used two of the words given. Thank you for the entry. Enjoyed the read!

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These comps n challenges are getting tougher n tougher. This one here, I’d probably be a mad intellect
without RainC’s Submission Review...that’s a nice touch!! I’d say it balms that wound of being a bit less than
what’s decidedly better..

CraicDealer, man what can one say?  @ the moment, my unofficial hero. Always one to learn from; an admired wit. He’s definitely difficult to overcome when he’s planting them wild roses in beds of gratitude. Goodness gracious

GOOD stuff everybody, NO losers

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Many thanks, Rain. To be honest I found this comp hard but worth the work regardless of a place on the podium. So thanks for the brain stretch also.

I'd have hated to have had to call this one. furthest I got was 'its between Miss G, Ennui, Miss Moon, Fenom and Krit

thanks Krit  for the wonderful compliment.

I'd like to dedicate this trophy to Molly the midget who died just short of her 40th birthday

Many thanks, Rain. To be honest I found this comp hard but worth the work regardless of a place on the podium. So thanks for the brain stretch also.

I'd have hated to have had to call this one. furthest I got was 'its between Miss G, Ennui, Miss Moon, Fenom and Krit

thanks Krit  for the wonderful compliment.

I'd like to dedicate this trophy to Molly the midget who died just short of her 40th birthday