Poetry competition CLOSED 10th December 2014 5:16pm
WINNER
FishCake
FishCake
RUNNERS-UP:
lepperochan
and gardenlover
Count Down
Poetry Contest Description
Alright so count down. It could be the years of your life, the days of that last week, the months from the last year, weeks from the last month, hours in a day heck take the minuets from the hour, ect. but give me a poetic count down.
You can put more than one even or point in the same time period.
No jumping around!!!
Counting backwards only.
Click Clack Love
11:00
Typing, tipping, the now troubling sounds of clitter clatter bouncing from the walls in the room.
10:55
a yell of defiance breaks the contained chaos of adolescent bickering, releasing a flood of hot emotionally aided words
10:50
the common class clown rolls smoothly into the battle chilling heated debates with his cool hummer and lighthearted manners
10:45
what is love? a troubled question has probed the mind of my overly self assured classmate.
10:45
a girl remembers the time she ran away for love
10:40
ridicule of love and its so called bond with sex.
10:35
a muttering, murmuring, rumoring of sex slaves and whores drift around like poisonous gas in the air
10:30
typical start to the class with a click and a clack, yes the clitter and clatter of keyboard keys
Good luck
No jumping around!!!
Counting backwards only.
11:00
Typing, tipping, the now troubling sounds of clitter clatter bouncing from the walls in the room.
10:55
a yell of defiance breaks the contained chaos of adolescent bickering, releasing a flood of hot emotionally aided words
10:50
the common class clown rolls smoothly into the battle chilling heated debates with his cool hummer and lighthearted manners
10:45
what is love? a troubled question has probed the mind of my overly self assured classmate.
10:45
a girl remembers the time she ran away for love
10:40
ridicule of love and its so called bond with sex.
10:35
a muttering, murmuring, rumoring of sex slaves and whores drift around like poisonous gas in the air
10:30
typical start to the class with a click and a clack, yes the clitter and clatter of keyboard keys
Good luck
CORNER DROPS - Count Down 10 thru Zero
[right] There’s always a vested point of view. Something we all knew
Highly likely because that’s how it do. Dark city, Dark night…where alotta this is true
[/right]
Me, the crew up on The Corner camped
Up under that broken street lamp. Seeing, feeling it.
Those surreal bits of blight
All this whilst holding onto the night
Our hourly thoughts None of 'em at all quite right but
The Homeboys and me holding onto ‘em real tight
Steady the lookout for them snakes trying to bite
Just saying.. Once.. twice maybe they’d peep us
But know for sure we’d certainly peep them trying to creep us
Each of us a loyalist son
We’re out here ‘till the night is done
Tight gloved hands resting but not lazy
On this corner for sure ain’t gonna be any maybe
Sleeping? No, that’s crazy. We’re never caught
We're doing all that The Corner taught
See; when it’s bleak punks tend to creep
But we always expect not to neglect them situations
Our intuitions start to detect their covert missions
Frequently forecasting foes willing to blast
But we’re the kind trained to maintain and outlast
Without doubt we’re into the upmost in concentration
So screw them or anyone else
Anyone who’s interested in any dubious aggression
See.. Little ‘Troy, Roy, each of ‘em
Each working our spot like an all out savior
On this corner watch, they stays on guarded behavior
Got that hand; got it low to they waist
In the background without sound ready to reach without haste
Security? They’s onna no breach type ‘o case
‘cause on the real, creeping cats always trying to take your place
You know the ones. Them cats who just can’t keep pace
See what we do and how we do is directly or indirectly related to what is or what might not be true
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2003/03/photogalleries/gangs/images/primary/Bandit's_Roost_n.jpg
Like what? What’s true??
This place and what we’re supposed to do???
You know with what’s bold
There’s always an emboldened few..
And most times that’s something we can’t help but face
It’s like what we do on the regular all around this place
Calling it.. The Irregular Perpendicular Countdown of Young Men
Like regularly skipping school by the age of 1O
Shortly followed by a 9mil trading 4 + 4 shots with an unlucky 7
Whereas the thinking is to bailout on heaven
It’s a given; stupid nonsense without a 6th sense
Yeah, the ‘ish, it can get real intense
Creepy young men creeping in
Soon to be known as those Unlucky Gents
They must’ve been rolling up laced
Good sense would’ve told ‘em this wasn’t the place
Goin after it treacherously absent of a Winner’s Ace
So five, they get hit...hits directed to they face
Wherein a scary 4, they rollout fast
Rolled out so fast.. Must’ve happened that way before
And just like that, blasted were three more
Then it’s two; then it’s
Who’s next and we’re almost done
For them freelancing fools this weren’t to be any fun
Whereas the lead one, him dropped his gun
Now them gents their whole-sum looking at a Negative Zero
That’s how the night shades another would-be-hero
And sometimes that’s just the way it go
Rolling up on what you think..
Instead of what you know
~O~
[right] There’s always a vested point of view. Something we all knew
Highly likely because that’s how it do. Dark city, Dark night…where alotta this is true
[/right]
Up under that broken street lamp. Seeing, feeling it.
Those surreal bits of blight
All this whilst holding onto the night
Our hourly thoughts None of 'em at all quite right but
The Homeboys and me holding onto ‘em real tight
Steady the lookout for them snakes trying to bite
Just saying.. Once.. twice maybe they’d peep us
But know for sure we’d certainly peep them trying to creep us
Each of us a loyalist son
We’re out here ‘till the night is done
Tight gloved hands resting but not lazy
On this corner for sure ain’t gonna be any maybe
Sleeping? No, that’s crazy. We’re never caught
We're doing all that The Corner taught
See; when it’s bleak punks tend to creep
But we always expect not to neglect them situations
Our intuitions start to detect their covert missions
Frequently forecasting foes willing to blast
But we’re the kind trained to maintain and outlast
Without doubt we’re into the upmost in concentration
So screw them or anyone else
Anyone who’s interested in any dubious aggression
See.. Little ‘Troy, Roy, each of ‘em
Each working our spot like an all out savior
On this corner watch, they stays on guarded behavior
Got that hand; got it low to they waist
In the background without sound ready to reach without haste
Security? They’s onna no breach type ‘o case
‘cause on the real, creeping cats always trying to take your place
You know the ones. Them cats who just can’t keep pace
See what we do and how we do is directly or indirectly related to what is or what might not be true
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2003/03/photogalleries/gangs/images/primary/Bandit's_Roost_n.jpg
Like what? What’s true??
This place and what we’re supposed to do???
You know with what’s bold
There’s always an emboldened few..
And most times that’s something we can’t help but face
It’s like what we do on the regular all around this place
Calling it.. The Irregular Perpendicular Countdown of Young Men
Like regularly skipping school by the age of 1O
Shortly followed by a 9mil trading 4 + 4 shots with an unlucky 7
Whereas the thinking is to bailout on heaven
It’s a given; stupid nonsense without a 6th sense
Yeah, the ‘ish, it can get real intense
Creepy young men creeping in
Soon to be known as those Unlucky Gents
They must’ve been rolling up laced
Good sense would’ve told ‘em this wasn’t the place
Goin after it treacherously absent of a Winner’s Ace
So five, they get hit...hits directed to they face
Wherein a scary 4, they rollout fast
Rolled out so fast.. Must’ve happened that way before
And just like that, blasted were three more
Then it’s two; then it’s
Who’s next and we’re almost done
For them freelancing fools this weren’t to be any fun
Whereas the lead one, him dropped his gun
Now them gents their whole-sum looking at a Negative Zero
That’s how the night shades another would-be-hero
And sometimes that’s just the way it go
Rolling up on what you think..
Instead of what you know
~O~
April
The spring of hope
was followed by
the summer of love.
This was followed by
the autumn of rejection,
which was followed by
the winter of hate.
I experienced all four seasons
In just one week.
It was the week
that I met you.
The spring of hope
was followed by
the summer of love.
This was followed by
the autumn of rejection,
which was followed by
the winter of hate.
I experienced all four seasons
In just one week.
It was the week
that I met you.
On my day of Dying (seven days to live)
Seven days since everything changed
for the better
all my debts wiped clean
and they don't even know it
so good to have the last laugh
at the system
that's kept me from sleep
for years
six cigarettes are all that's left
no reason to buy any more
reminds me of the doodlebugs
sent with much love
from the edge of France
just enough juice
to get where they were going
Five more
generous shots of Jameson
before the bottle runs dry
If there's time
I'll have to open the Famous Grouse
that I've been saving for a rainy day
but this one is a scorcher
four hours since I hung up the phone
three times I tried to get a word in
tried to say something meaningful or profound
that she'd remember me by
or quote to people as I'm burning
Two more cigarettes and I'm out of here
and not a minute too soon
I should write something humorous on my body
for the pathologist to get a giggle out of
I might be remembered
One more look out the window
to search just below the only cloud
in the sky
to find the flying fuck I never gave
for this life
this is a couple of years old. some of the comments say it won some comp at the time so its not an entry per say, just giving it a little airing. thank you kindly
Seven days since everything changed
for the better
all my debts wiped clean
and they don't even know it
so good to have the last laugh
at the system
that's kept me from sleep
for years
six cigarettes are all that's left
no reason to buy any more
reminds me of the doodlebugs
sent with much love
from the edge of France
just enough juice
to get where they were going
Five more
generous shots of Jameson
before the bottle runs dry
If there's time
I'll have to open the Famous Grouse
that I've been saving for a rainy day
but this one is a scorcher
four hours since I hung up the phone
three times I tried to get a word in
tried to say something meaningful or profound
that she'd remember me by
or quote to people as I'm burning
Two more cigarettes and I'm out of here
and not a minute too soon
I should write something humorous on my body
for the pathologist to get a giggle out of
I might be remembered
One more look out the window
to search just below the only cloud
in the sky
to find the flying fuck I never gave
for this life
this is a couple of years old. some of the comments say it won some comp at the time so its not an entry per say, just giving it a little airing. thank you kindly
This one is kind of old but I love it and I knew it would be perfect for a count down.
::Ten Seconds Left::
With A Roll Of Tape, Trying To Fix My Head.
Too Late To Escape, I Fell Again.
Too Many Nasty Shapes, Outline The Dead.
A Bridge To Traipse, I Fall In Ten.
10 Seconds Left Until The End.
Let Go Of The Rope, Fear The Feelings.
Rid Yourself Of Hope, It Still Steals.
The Light Begins To Cope, Nothing But Dirty Dealings.
Can't Be Cleaned With Soap, Crowded With Ideals.
9 Seconds Left Until The End.
I Got Lost, But Didn't Cry.
I Got Caught In A Frost, But Didn't freeze.
I Found Out The Costs, But Didn't Ask Why.
I Got Tossed, And Dropped The Keys.
8 Seconds Left Until The End.
The Keys Are Gone, The Keys To My Heart.
Playing A Pawn, I Got Torn To Pieces.
I Finally Won, A War That Tore Me Apart.
Maybe I'm Done, With A Pain That Never Ceases.
7 Seconds Left Until The End.
A Knocking At My Door, Salvation?
Salvation No More, Despair.
My Blood Covers The Floors, Deterioration.
So Many New Wars, Poisoning The Air.
6 Seconds Left Until The End.
I Wish I Knew Joy, I Wish I Did.
I Wish I Wasn't Coy, Not So Much.
I Wish It Wasn't All Just Ploys, I Wouldn't Have Hid.
I Wish I Wasn't Someone's Toys, But The Heart I cannot Touch.
5 Seconds Left Until The End.
What Am I To Say, I Always Hide.
The End Isn't Far Away, And I Just Bury Myself.
I Just Play, To Scared To Care Inside.
4 Seconds Left Until The End.
When Did The World Turn Grey, Was It Always Like This?
When Was Everything No Longer Okay, Is This Fear?
3 Seconds Left Until The End.
Until I Vanish Into Dust, Let's Pretend.
2 Seconds Left Until The End.
Aw. I Didn't Even Get To Finish Counting.
::Ten Seconds Left::
With A Roll Of Tape, Trying To Fix My Head.
Too Late To Escape, I Fell Again.
Too Many Nasty Shapes, Outline The Dead.
A Bridge To Traipse, I Fall In Ten.
10 Seconds Left Until The End.
Let Go Of The Rope, Fear The Feelings.
Rid Yourself Of Hope, It Still Steals.
The Light Begins To Cope, Nothing But Dirty Dealings.
Can't Be Cleaned With Soap, Crowded With Ideals.
9 Seconds Left Until The End.
I Got Lost, But Didn't Cry.
I Got Caught In A Frost, But Didn't freeze.
I Found Out The Costs, But Didn't Ask Why.
I Got Tossed, And Dropped The Keys.
8 Seconds Left Until The End.
The Keys Are Gone, The Keys To My Heart.
Playing A Pawn, I Got Torn To Pieces.
I Finally Won, A War That Tore Me Apart.
Maybe I'm Done, With A Pain That Never Ceases.
7 Seconds Left Until The End.
A Knocking At My Door, Salvation?
Salvation No More, Despair.
My Blood Covers The Floors, Deterioration.
So Many New Wars, Poisoning The Air.
6 Seconds Left Until The End.
I Wish I Knew Joy, I Wish I Did.
I Wish I Wasn't Coy, Not So Much.
I Wish It Wasn't All Just Ploys, I Wouldn't Have Hid.
I Wish I Wasn't Someone's Toys, But The Heart I cannot Touch.
5 Seconds Left Until The End.
What Am I To Say, I Always Hide.
The End Isn't Far Away, And I Just Bury Myself.
I Just Play, To Scared To Care Inside.
4 Seconds Left Until The End.
When Did The World Turn Grey, Was It Always Like This?
When Was Everything No Longer Okay, Is This Fear?
3 Seconds Left Until The End.
Until I Vanish Into Dust, Let's Pretend.
2 Seconds Left Until The End.
Aw. I Didn't Even Get To Finish Counting.
great write
beautiful. 
Count Down to Climax
12 noon:-30 minutes to go
I arrive as appointed
She's waiting; not disappointed
28 min to go
Gives me a welcome kiss
I note she is knickerless
26min to go
Our clothes are soon shed
Ready to go on the bed
24 min to go
Naked we caress
Our skins meet and coalesce
22min to go
My flaccid manhood in her hand
Soon it begins to stand
20 min to go
Takes it between her lips
In and out her mouth it slips
18min to go
On her back with legs apart
Ready for me to insert
16min to go
A passage for me to enter
I push it in to her centre
14 min to go
In and out with long strokes
I must her G-spot coax
12min to go
Her G-spot orgasms quite soon
We are both over the moon
10 minto go
We carry on, she comes again
My energy begins to the drain
8min to go
Stop and rest whilst still inside
Her juices flow as if the tide
6min to go
I continue my oscillation
Can I last the duration
4min to go
At last I shoot my load
Our genitals near explode
2 min to go
Relax my energy spent
I feel very content
0min to go
'Your time is up' she did shout
'Pay me well ,then get out'
12 noon:-30 minutes to go
I arrive as appointed
She's waiting; not disappointed
28 min to go
Gives me a welcome kiss
I note she is knickerless
26min to go
Our clothes are soon shed
Ready to go on the bed
24 min to go
Naked we caress
Our skins meet and coalesce
22min to go
My flaccid manhood in her hand
Soon it begins to stand
20 min to go
Takes it between her lips
In and out her mouth it slips
18min to go
On her back with legs apart
Ready for me to insert
16min to go
A passage for me to enter
I push it in to her centre
14 min to go
In and out with long strokes
I must her G-spot coax
12min to go
Her G-spot orgasms quite soon
We are both over the moon
10 minto go
We carry on, she comes again
My energy begins to the drain
8min to go
Stop and rest whilst still inside
Her juices flow as if the tide
6min to go
I continue my oscillation
Can I last the duration
4min to go
At last I shoot my load
Our genitals near explode
2 min to go
Relax my energy spent
I feel very content
0min to go
'Your time is up' she did shout
'Pay me well ,then get out'
Anonymous
october
ends with a brand-new face, and november
begins like it's never before
skipping and sliding through the new snow
like winter's a game, and we played it
til december, held hands and started fires
throughout january, in secret places and public glances
that brought february to its knees, glad to validate
a broken holiday, glad for the warmth
of a secret that pulled us forward into march
when some string was pulled, and the cold shoved its way in
through the cracks, only to be swallowed by the promise
that april would be better, and it was
until may swept us apart, pulling me by the ear
as if i'd done something wrong
that i'd pay for through june
in gaping holes and phone lines that kept breaking
your voice and my heart as we held on
to the coattails of july, the rails of a rollercoaster ride
filled with miles of secrecy, smiles that haunted me
taunted me, lured me into august
warm sun like the smile that melted my snow
beating down on my back one last time
as i stepped onto the plane and pinched myself
to make sure i wasn't dreaming as i met you by the water
that brought september crashing to our door
in waves of words shoved into pockets months ago
that finally burst at the seams and spilled out onto our feet
until i could barely walk into october
for fear of slipping, and i did
fell into the depths of the month i met you
swam into november
alone
ends with a brand-new face, and november
begins like it's never before
skipping and sliding through the new snow
like winter's a game, and we played it
til december, held hands and started fires
throughout january, in secret places and public glances
that brought february to its knees, glad to validate
a broken holiday, glad for the warmth
of a secret that pulled us forward into march
when some string was pulled, and the cold shoved its way in
through the cracks, only to be swallowed by the promise
that april would be better, and it was
until may swept us apart, pulling me by the ear
as if i'd done something wrong
that i'd pay for through june
in gaping holes and phone lines that kept breaking
your voice and my heart as we held on
to the coattails of july, the rails of a rollercoaster ride
filled with miles of secrecy, smiles that haunted me
taunted me, lured me into august
warm sun like the smile that melted my snow
beating down on my back one last time
as i stepped onto the plane and pinched myself
to make sure i wasn't dreaming as i met you by the water
that brought september crashing to our door
in waves of words shoved into pockets months ago
that finally burst at the seams and spilled out onto our feet
until i could barely walk into october
for fear of slipping, and i did
fell into the depths of the month i met you
swam into november
alone
Friday
My love has left, will not come back
The house feels empty like a deserted shack
Thursday
She says she is sorry to have cheated
But feels that our affair is all but completed
Wednesday
Back from work early; what's this I discover
My love in bed with another lover
Tuesday
My girl and I are not happy
To all I say, she is snappy
Monday
At work, a problem has me embroiled
I'm late, so the supper is spoiled
Sunday
Weekend in bed with my lover
How many positions can we discover
My love has left, will not come back
The house feels empty like a deserted shack
Thursday
She says she is sorry to have cheated
But feels that our affair is all but completed
Wednesday
Back from work early; what's this I discover
My love in bed with another lover
Tuesday
My girl and I are not happy
To all I say, she is snappy
Monday
At work, a problem has me embroiled
I'm late, so the supper is spoiled
Sunday
Weekend in bed with my lover
How many positions can we discover
Anonymous
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