Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd September 2014 6:25pm
WINNER
johnrot
johnrot
RUNNER-UP:
caxton
Beg For A Trophy
Why am I so often runner up?
Am I second best?
I try to present the subject
As wanted by the quest;
I look at it in another way
But try not to digress.
I sympathise with your empty nest
I also have been there
As long as you keep on good terms
At a distance, her life share
Your daughter is so precious
Treat her like your friend
Do not try to shackle her
She'll return in the end.
Am I second best?
I try to present the subject
As wanted by the quest;
I look at it in another way
But try not to digress.
I sympathise with your empty nest
I also have been there
As long as you keep on good terms
At a distance, her life share
Your daughter is so precious
Treat her like your friend
Do not try to shackle her
She'll return in the end.
_______-Looking into that mindful abyss-
Charming my words to you my greater eminence.
Lately though I been falling short. Many think
I am second best. When its not just the role of poetic elixir. To intoxicate the readers judgment. And begin the journey of the imaginations quest.
None the less I hold all words sacred and sentence
combinations so near. The Ebullience of my intrepid trade-craft I love to share with many and always hold so dear.
This talisman of sumptuous endearing theoretic visions. I love to carry with me from the forgotten ledges and to you the reader to enjoy. Wherewithal the gambol and melancholy would be my ultimate missions.
In the end I excitingly deploy.
Charming my words to you my greater eminence.
Lately though I been falling short. Many think
I am second best. When its not just the role of poetic elixir. To intoxicate the readers judgment. And begin the journey of the imaginations quest.
None the less I hold all words sacred and sentence
combinations so near. The Ebullience of my intrepid trade-craft I love to share with many and always hold so dear.
This talisman of sumptuous endearing theoretic visions. I love to carry with me from the forgotten ledges and to you the reader to enjoy. Wherewithal the gambol and melancholy would be my ultimate missions.
In the end I excitingly deploy.
I have on trophy...
many call it a bluff,
a fluke, beginners luck...
it was my first competition,
and one wasn't enough...
I'll live I'll die,
I'll cry I'll fly.
what do you want?
I'll do it...
an under the table deal?
I'll repay you with more...
comfort, a friend,
companionship until the end...
tell me...
what do I need to do?
to get this win from you?
many call it a bluff,
a fluke, beginners luck...
it was my first competition,
and one wasn't enough...
I'll live I'll die,
I'll cry I'll fly.
what do you want?
I'll do it...
an under the table deal?
I'll repay you with more...
comfort, a friend,
companionship until the end...
tell me...
what do I need to do?
to get this win from you?
____________"Heartbeat and the Tableau"
Dusk with a way. Shines of the sorrow and youth
that would play. Out in the sun and out in the
shallows. Firm tarnished skin and triumph that
they hallowed.
Rounded the edges and the great fields. Never to
tire never to yield. Only for a simple pleasure
and perhaps a short song. Days of endless youth
seemed eternal and forever carry us along.
But all books must finish. All sunsets shall rest.
Even the stars from the Heaven quiver upon the
reality of Gods test.
Dusk with a way. Shines of the sorrow and youth
that would play. Out in the sun and out in the
shallows. Firm tarnished skin and triumph that
they hallowed.
Rounded the edges and the great fields. Never to
tire never to yield. Only for a simple pleasure
and perhaps a short song. Days of endless youth
seemed eternal and forever carry us along.
But all books must finish. All sunsets shall rest.
Even the stars from the Heaven quiver upon the
reality of Gods test.
Oh toss that trophy to me, cause you love that visual of my ever present "cursty bow" image projected across your mind and your thoughts try tempt me to do a little twirl..and maybe I will..maybe I twirl my trophy and then bow done so very low..tricks not Tourettes for a trophy pls ma'am..
I would bend the truth
In the pursuit of sex
I would cheat on my tax returns
I would do underhanded
Business dealings
I love to win
But poetry is different
I want to write the wind
Stir a heart
Whisper a kiss
And stroke a soul
And though I can
Rhyme
Meter
And enjamb
With the best of them
I like the way I write
And I won't change it
For a fucking trophy
I'll settle for runner up
You see I'm an obscurist attention seeker anyway
In the pursuit of sex
I would cheat on my tax returns
I would do underhanded
Business dealings
I love to win
But poetry is different
I want to write the wind
Stir a heart
Whisper a kiss
And stroke a soul
And though I can
Rhyme
Meter
And enjamb
With the best of them
I like the way I write
And I won't change it
For a fucking trophy
I'll settle for runner up
You see I'm an obscurist attention seeker anyway
Anonymous
Da tytle iz eye'm stupid wit a flare gunn
Roach ain't beggin' fur know trophee.
Uu huh.
Nope.
Nada.
Know phucking way.
Go ahead.
Yew keap it fur sumwon else.
Give it tew sumwon else.
Eye gotta a friend who will fixx it for me.
I ain't sayin' who it iz.
Butt he smells lyke a whiskered phish.
He'll track yew down frum yur isp.
Sumwon will pay yew a vizit.
It won't bee moi.
Go ahed gamblher.
Bee a risk tayker.
Give it aweigh now.
Dat trophee.
I ain't beggin' fur it.
I gotta a fetish fur flare gunns.
Cyen'dd,
anonkneemouse
Roach ain't beggin' fur know trophee.
Uu huh.
Nope.
Nada.
Know phucking way.
Go ahead.
Yew keap it fur sumwon else.
Give it tew sumwon else.
Eye gotta a friend who will fixx it for me.
I ain't sayin' who it iz.
Butt he smells lyke a whiskered phish.
He'll track yew down frum yur isp.
Sumwon will pay yew a vizit.
It won't bee moi.
Go ahed gamblher.
Bee a risk tayker.
Give it aweigh now.
Dat trophee.
I ain't beggin' fur it.
I gotta a fetish fur flare gunns.
Cyen'dd,
anonkneemouse
Madame lavender's daughter went off to
college And now she's feeling blue
So I guess she thought why not
Start a competition or two
To push away the loneliness
To fill her time, distract her mind
To let her heart reprieve
A trophy for the prettiness
She'll think hard and find
That the trophy will go to me
college And now she's feeling blue
So I guess she thought why not
Start a competition or two
To push away the loneliness
To fill her time, distract her mind
To let her heart reprieve
A trophy for the prettiness
She'll think hard and find
That the trophy will go to me
Give the trophy to caxton
I beg you, Madame
give the trophy to the poet
who wants to write the wind
and you know where to find me
I'll be standing down wind
at the bar
wondering how young you like your men
while I'm rolling a cigarette
with one hand
and sipping a bourbon and dry with the other
begging real fucking hard for second or third place
because that's where I belong
almost but
not good enough.
Besides, everybody knows
all the cool poets on
deep underground
have less than 21 trophies
and one more trophy for me
and I'll be real
uncool.
So I'm going down
on both knees
beggin'
I want you
to take your hand
grab hold of that
moulded thing
that makes you squeak
scroll down
and double click
on Alexander Case
not for first
make it slow
when you get to second
and third
and I'll take you all the way
home.
Written by Alexander Case
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