Poetry competition CLOSED 7th November 2014 8:59pm
WINNER
sektioN8ty (King Sammy)
sektioN8ty (King Sammy)
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Mystery
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem about a mystery
old or new
two entires max per poet
any length
can be about any kind of mystery, fictional or real, personal or world renowned. Legends, secrets, unexplained occurrence etc. that makes us marvel, cringe, sigh, or wonder about life.
two entires max per poet
any length
can be about any kind of mystery, fictional or real, personal or world renowned. Legends, secrets, unexplained occurrence etc. that makes us marvel, cringe, sigh, or wonder about life.
Her Holy Cathedral
what is hidden behind her wet cave
dare I poke my flashlight into her darkness
what creature awaits my intrepid curiosity
now stiff and throbbing with courage
shall I knock first or would that be too timid
I rather bust through and shatter her mind
with boldness uninvited and unexpected
knock her out with one blow
but what if she finds me intrusive and offensive
I couldn't bear the thought of her panicking
then her gates shall close
and my wandering pilgrim
left unfulfilled
I usually don't desecrate temples
I respect the sacred structure
but this dark wet holy place
brings out the hardened beast within me
No, I shall not knock
I shall overcome her with my thunder
and she shall become numb
with sugar rain
what is hidden behind her wet cave
dare I poke my flashlight into her darkness
what creature awaits my intrepid curiosity
now stiff and throbbing with courage
shall I knock first or would that be too timid
I rather bust through and shatter her mind
with boldness uninvited and unexpected
knock her out with one blow
but what if she finds me intrusive and offensive
I couldn't bear the thought of her panicking
then her gates shall close
and my wandering pilgrim
left unfulfilled
I usually don't desecrate temples
I respect the sacred structure
but this dark wet holy place
brings out the hardened beast within me
No, I shall not knock
I shall overcome her with my thunder
and she shall become numb
with sugar rain
A Mysterious Encounter
thunder clapped and lightning flashed
smell of ozone in the air
then the rain began to fall
buckets of it not a drizzle
running as hard as she could
towards the shelter in the wood
just a few metres off the road
gasping she made it inside
a cough startled her
looking around she saw a man
shivering cold in wet clothes
he smiled at her saying sorry
she sat on the floor
of the leaky hut
they looked at each other
listening to the falling rain
his name was Jim, aged of 30
had a scar on his cheek
his dad once punched him
for some mistakes long ago
she laughed at his jokes
listen to his tale of faraway land
how he ended up at the hut
she never thought to ask
the man reclined against the wall
looking tired and unwell
she listened to the rain
as he went to sleep
dusk came and she woke up
the day was sweetly darkening
she looked around for Jim
he was gone like silent air
she skipped happily home
her mother gave her an earful
for her wet uniform and books
late from school again
she never told anyone
of meeting the man in the hut
one day she accidentally stumbled
on a lone gravestone just nearby
a suicide, he was never buried
in hallowed ground
he killed himself for losing
his sweetheart and baby girl
he drove his car into a tree
when he was very drunk
celebrating his fifth anniversary
he killed his family.
thunder clapped and lightning flashed
smell of ozone in the air
then the rain began to fall
buckets of it not a drizzle
running as hard as she could
towards the shelter in the wood
just a few metres off the road
gasping she made it inside
a cough startled her
looking around she saw a man
shivering cold in wet clothes
he smiled at her saying sorry
she sat on the floor
of the leaky hut
they looked at each other
listening to the falling rain
his name was Jim, aged of 30
had a scar on his cheek
his dad once punched him
for some mistakes long ago
she laughed at his jokes
listen to his tale of faraway land
how he ended up at the hut
she never thought to ask
the man reclined against the wall
looking tired and unwell
she listened to the rain
as he went to sleep
dusk came and she woke up
the day was sweetly darkening
she looked around for Jim
he was gone like silent air
she skipped happily home
her mother gave her an earful
for her wet uniform and books
late from school again
she never told anyone
of meeting the man in the hut
one day she accidentally stumbled
on a lone gravestone just nearby
a suicide, he was never buried
in hallowed ground
he killed himself for losing
his sweetheart and baby girl
he drove his car into a tree
when he was very drunk
celebrating his fifth anniversary
he killed his family.
Anonymous
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The Mind Rapist
The elequence in your face worn by your fake smiles
Your grins are just a shadow of your pains
Keeping 'em hidden will only devour you more and more and make your wounds gush out pus beyond redemption
I tried to be gentle on you, but I guess you want me to treat you like a whore
Fine I'll get high on viagra and take you on a session of no limit
This time, I'll get through you without protection
I'll rip your mind till your depression bleed to death
I'll disvirgin your secretive thoughts and stain the bedsheet like it's our wedding night
Keep your eyes open while I look through your iris till I connect to your thirdman
The obscurity of your mind
I'll pierce your dern soul
I'll grope through your dark heart in search of the hidden trauma
Oh ma God!!!
For how long have you nursed all these woes?
I feel your pains
I see your loneliness
I hear the quack's of your anxiety
I smell the stink of your depression
The taste of your anger seared my tongue
I'm shocked your suicidal thoughts never materialised all this while
I'm grateful that I got ya pregnant.
I'm happy you couldn't abort the baby
I'm overwhelmed by your safe delivery
I'm sorry, I had to rape your mind
That's the therapy I could have offered an innocent dying girl
Don't worry baby
I'll prescribe you soul healing tablets
The elequence in your face worn by your fake smiles
Your grins are just a shadow of your pains
Keeping 'em hidden will only devour you more and more and make your wounds gush out pus beyond redemption
I tried to be gentle on you, but I guess you want me to treat you like a whore
Fine I'll get high on viagra and take you on a session of no limit
This time, I'll get through you without protection
I'll rip your mind till your depression bleed to death
I'll disvirgin your secretive thoughts and stain the bedsheet like it's our wedding night
Keep your eyes open while I look through your iris till I connect to your thirdman
The obscurity of your mind
I'll pierce your dern soul
I'll grope through your dark heart in search of the hidden trauma
Oh ma God!!!
For how long have you nursed all these woes?
I feel your pains
I see your loneliness
I hear the quack's of your anxiety
I smell the stink of your depression
The taste of your anger seared my tongue
I'm shocked your suicidal thoughts never materialised all this while
I'm grateful that I got ya pregnant.
I'm happy you couldn't abort the baby
I'm overwhelmed by your safe delivery
I'm sorry, I had to rape your mind
That's the therapy I could have offered an innocent dying girl
Don't worry baby
I'll prescribe you soul healing tablets
The Ghost's widow
She met a man whom she thought she was his supposedly missing rib,
she opted in with love to enclose his cage,
two love birds,
one family,
God blessed her womb,
the joy of five kids,
but how could she not know his parents or any of his relative Just yet?
twenty years,
that's long and unbelieveable,
although her pleas to see his parent were on deaf ears,
she gave a nag that he fell for,
next morning was en route to his hometown,
they arrived, he pointed his parents house to her,
he excused himself to say hi to his old friends,
she went into the house and explained herself to his parents,
her story was like an acid poured on a fresh wound to his parents,
they took her to his grave; he had died twenty-five years ago,
It was so true,
he never came back from seeing his friends,
he had pro'bly disappeared to another vicinity to start another family,
she wept and lived in fear for the rest of her life,
she was a living widow right from her wedding day,
she had been married to a ghost,
but are her kids ghosts?
She met a man whom she thought she was his supposedly missing rib,
she opted in with love to enclose his cage,
two love birds,
one family,
God blessed her womb,
the joy of five kids,
but how could she not know his parents or any of his relative Just yet?
twenty years,
that's long and unbelieveable,
although her pleas to see his parent were on deaf ears,
she gave a nag that he fell for,
next morning was en route to his hometown,
they arrived, he pointed his parents house to her,
he excused himself to say hi to his old friends,
she went into the house and explained herself to his parents,
her story was like an acid poured on a fresh wound to his parents,
they took her to his grave; he had died twenty-five years ago,
It was so true,
he never came back from seeing his friends,
he had pro'bly disappeared to another vicinity to start another family,
she wept and lived in fear for the rest of her life,
she was a living widow right from her wedding day,
she had been married to a ghost,
but are her kids ghosts?
Anonymous
Thank you all for sharing your wonderful mysteries. 
S 8ty, that Ghost widow story is what filled me with wonder the most. Is it legend, or fiction?
I would guess the body in the grave may not have been the real son of the parents, but perhaps someone else placed there in false identity. What then would be the reasons for planting the wrong body? Just mistake? Or to cover up something that the true son did, and allow him to escape? was he a drug- induced zombie on the run? (I heard of a similar story once, where a man was pronounced dead by coroner, and taken away to be buried; Then many years later someone identified him walking through the village. He didn't have clear memory of who he was or what happened.)
S 8ty, that Ghost widow story is what filled me with wonder the most. Is it legend, or fiction?
I would guess the body in the grave may not have been the real son of the parents, but perhaps someone else placed there in false identity. What then would be the reasons for planting the wrong body? Just mistake? Or to cover up something that the true son did, and allow him to escape? was he a drug- induced zombie on the run? (I heard of a similar story once, where a man was pronounced dead by coroner, and taken away to be buried; Then many years later someone identified him walking through the village. He didn't have clear memory of who he was or what happened.)
HollyDove said:Thank you all for sharing your wonderful mysteries.
S 8ty, that Ghost widow story is what filled me with wonder the most. Is it legend, or fiction?
I would guess the body in the grave may not have been the real son of the parents, but perhaps someone else placed there in false identity. What then would be the reasons for planting the wrong body? Just mistake? Or to cover up something that the true son did, and allow him to escape? was he a drug- induced zombie on the run? (I heard of a similar story once, where a man was pronounced dead by coroner, and taken away to be buried; Then many years later someone identified him walking through the village. He didn't have clear memory of who he was or what happened.)
HollyDove it's a true life story, their are saveral replica of such surreal mysteries in Africa, especially Nigeria. They look unbelieveable and personally I'm a Thomas on that.
Nice write everyone else
Nice comp. HollyD.........
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S 8ty, that Ghost widow story is what filled me with wonder the most. Is it legend, or fiction?
I would guess the body in the grave may not have been the real son of the parents, but perhaps someone else placed there in false identity. What then would be the reasons for planting the wrong body? Just mistake? Or to cover up something that the true son did, and allow him to escape? was he a drug- induced zombie on the run? (I heard of a similar story once, where a man was pronounced dead by coroner, and taken away to be buried; Then many years later someone identified him walking through the village. He didn't have clear memory of who he was or what happened.)
HollyDove it's a true life story, their are saveral replica of such surreal mysteries in Africa, especially Nigeria. They look unbelieveable and personally I'm a Thomas on that.
Nice write everyone else
Nice comp. HollyD.........
BrrrRrrrrHhhh
