Poetry competition CLOSED 11th February 2015 7:33pm
WINNER
kriticool
kriticool
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and DexstaRay
Hope
Poetry Contest Description
Do you have hope ?
- The White Lady of Hope -
Walking in the lonely cold, amidst the snow as white as cloud,
I looked up at the clear night sky, bejeweled with stars so bright.
Perhaps madly, I imagined there must be hope, however proud,
And foolish, some say, it is to kindle such warmth in the night...
There must be some hope that love endures with the human spirit!
Like a prophet lost in the wilderness, I wandered seeking to know,
Drawing nearer to nothing, yet too innocent was I to rightly fear it.
I wandered far, so lost and cold, beneath the stars, amidst the snow.
Coming at last into a wood, which looked crystalline; alien beauty,
For one used to days more fair I found it wondrous and strange.
I tarried there enchanted, by I know not what, and soon I could see,
A greener land: not very distant and encircled by a rugged range.
Warmer was the air as the snow was lost, my feet upon the grass,
Soft as carpet, and how much more stately since it was of nature!
Many trees still lay in frost, and seemed fey in their look as glass,
Where ice made them unusual, amidst the green as so much more.
Children played in that field of green, dressed in Victorian fashion,
Laughing, singing, without a care in their hearts and they danced...
As I watched them I saw they were not children, of just one nation,
But many, and they asked me join them out there as they pranced...
Finding it not beneath my station, I let them take me by the hand,
And felt much as I had in my childhood years, beneath the stars...
Grass spinning under my feet, music playing from some old band,
Of minstrels fair to hear, that soon: gone were adulthood's scars.
Flowers began to bloom from the earth, pain and sorrow forgotten,
Whilst my hands were held: by a lady, clad in white as the winter...
Perhaps a fantasy, born of fantasies past, and strangely begotten,
By the magic of whatever enchantment held me, so I did not stir...
From the frolic and the play, led by the lady, so very like an angel.
I looked into her eyes, and found I could not hold her mystic gaze,
Until all I could do was to call out and ask her of her power, to tell.
And her voice was a song, which enchanted me into a bright daze!
She sang of a world at peace, that being the stuff of purest dreams,
She sang of hearts united by love, knowing nothing of darker past.
She sang of pleasant meadows and the gentleness of moonbeams,
She sang of how the human heart, can build dreams that ever last.
And so my reverie came to an end, as I found myself in cold mists,
Haunted by the music of the White Lady, remembering lost magic.
She appeared again and blew at me a snowflake born from her kiss,
Upon the wind, the drop of snow at last caressing my cheek: tragic.
For its’ warmth faded before the returning cold, the green vanished,
And no children's voices filled the silent air as I walked on home...
Though for but a moment's happiness once more, I secretly wished,
And I beheld the lady's apparition, at my side, as I walked on alone.
She smiled, saying nothing, until I neared my house and looked up...
To behold the Evening Star in all it's glory, shining amidst darkness.
It was then I realized that not yet vanished from this world, is hope!
Gone was the Lady, but her message remains with me, ever endless.
Walking in the lonely cold, amidst the snow as white as cloud,
I looked up at the clear night sky, bejeweled with stars so bright.
Perhaps madly, I imagined there must be hope, however proud,
And foolish, some say, it is to kindle such warmth in the night...
There must be some hope that love endures with the human spirit!
Like a prophet lost in the wilderness, I wandered seeking to know,
Drawing nearer to nothing, yet too innocent was I to rightly fear it.
I wandered far, so lost and cold, beneath the stars, amidst the snow.
Coming at last into a wood, which looked crystalline; alien beauty,
For one used to days more fair I found it wondrous and strange.
I tarried there enchanted, by I know not what, and soon I could see,
A greener land: not very distant and encircled by a rugged range.
Warmer was the air as the snow was lost, my feet upon the grass,
Soft as carpet, and how much more stately since it was of nature!
Many trees still lay in frost, and seemed fey in their look as glass,
Where ice made them unusual, amidst the green as so much more.
Children played in that field of green, dressed in Victorian fashion,
Laughing, singing, without a care in their hearts and they danced...
As I watched them I saw they were not children, of just one nation,
But many, and they asked me join them out there as they pranced...
Finding it not beneath my station, I let them take me by the hand,
And felt much as I had in my childhood years, beneath the stars...
Grass spinning under my feet, music playing from some old band,
Of minstrels fair to hear, that soon: gone were adulthood's scars.
Flowers began to bloom from the earth, pain and sorrow forgotten,
Whilst my hands were held: by a lady, clad in white as the winter...
Perhaps a fantasy, born of fantasies past, and strangely begotten,
By the magic of whatever enchantment held me, so I did not stir...
From the frolic and the play, led by the lady, so very like an angel.
I looked into her eyes, and found I could not hold her mystic gaze,
Until all I could do was to call out and ask her of her power, to tell.
And her voice was a song, which enchanted me into a bright daze!
She sang of a world at peace, that being the stuff of purest dreams,
She sang of hearts united by love, knowing nothing of darker past.
She sang of pleasant meadows and the gentleness of moonbeams,
She sang of how the human heart, can build dreams that ever last.
And so my reverie came to an end, as I found myself in cold mists,
Haunted by the music of the White Lady, remembering lost magic.
She appeared again and blew at me a snowflake born from her kiss,
Upon the wind, the drop of snow at last caressing my cheek: tragic.
For its’ warmth faded before the returning cold, the green vanished,
And no children's voices filled the silent air as I walked on home...
Though for but a moment's happiness once more, I secretly wished,
And I beheld the lady's apparition, at my side, as I walked on alone.
She smiled, saying nothing, until I neared my house and looked up...
To behold the Evening Star in all it's glory, shining amidst darkness.
It was then I realized that not yet vanished from this world, is hope!
Gone was the Lady, but her message remains with me, ever endless.
Anonymous
Let us HOPE that this comp will be fairly judged
and the trophy be awarded to someone who has submitted his own original work, not copy of another artist's ( We don't want another replay of what happened in LAST comp Primrose set up.)
and the trophy be awarded to someone who has submitted his own original work, not copy of another artist's ( We don't want another replay of what happened in LAST comp Primrose set up.)
Anonymous
Here cumma da hydra
black star on each brow
Sure as Hell Fi-yah
Gonna slay him now.
Oh da jaws will crumble
and da slimy ribs slide
when Cerberus cum barkin’
Hydra just can't hide
Let da lesser jewels wink
cos in mud da're cast
dat hydra tooth necklace
shall be mine at last.
black star on each brow
Sure as Hell Fi-yah
Gonna slay him now.
Oh da jaws will crumble
and da slimy ribs slide
when Cerberus cum barkin’
Hydra just can't hide
Let da lesser jewels wink
cos in mud da're cast
dat hydra tooth necklace
shall be mine at last.
Living with Hope
Hope keeps me sane
Gets me through the rough times
Helps me see the positive in the negative
No matter how small
Hope puts a smile on my face
It's not about wanting this or that
It's about seeing what you need
What's going to make you grow
It helps me to smell the roses
To make where I'm at a better place
Hope keeps me sane
Gets me through the rough times
Helps me see the positive in the negative
No matter how small
Hope puts a smile on my face
It's not about wanting this or that
It's about seeing what you need
What's going to make you grow
It helps me to smell the roses
To make where I'm at a better place
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/55/Barack_Obama_Hope_poster.jpg/220px-Barack_Obama_Hope_poster.jpg
Back in “oh eight”
Couldn’t cope but, Barry? He brought hope
Look...the financial was slacking
Coming up short while needing substantial backing
Remember that Fall? Coming in from behind that 8-ball?
We faked tall unless you forgot. WMD’s and whatnot
Naw, YOU remember
And a few too many they’ve always said never
Saying he was just too cool to rule; just too clever
This son of a Kenyan-a Kansan-
Some type of Hawaiian-Chi-town-Marxist
This elitist-Indonesian
Never ever will he please ’em
Yet he is That One, whereas the facts
The facts are still one…Now
Who Has Hope? How much, check your scope
Any left? Time to Report a theft?
See alotta folk...still they endeavor to sever
Wanting to cut ’em off at the knees. C’mon now please
Such is the irritation. This combustible nation
Is this what we intend, a combination of the on again off again?
The good, the bad, the indifferent...Really it’s so silly
Alotta folk just wanting to whip some ass
Saying for him to maintain prologue is past
Whereas he’s still all about that American Freedom
More so than you, me or them…though it’s him
Sitting on that world stage. Tell us how does one engage?
The serious surprise of another son rise
All true it’s what he do…yet thought to be not quite ripe
Not the right type, a joke debatable yet the progress is not
But Barry, he’s still somewhat hot...this Savior
The one colored as colored
Coloring him as a communist, a socialist
Him, a left-winged opportunist
Said to be the one totally out of his element
Never to work a worthwhile settlement
Him or his foes; see that’s how it goes
The way the wind too often blows...
Such is the hope commissioned by The Savior
Leaving us all undone with our worsening behavior
You want more than he already gave ya?
Go on and ask Congress... So go 'head I dare ya
HollyDove said:Let us HOPE that this comp will be fairly judged
and the trophy be awarded to someone who has submitted his own original work, not copy of another artist's ( We don't want another replay of what happened in LAST comp Primrose set up.)
Yes, it is quite interesting how exactly 7 minutes after Primrose set up this comp, Darko managed to whip up and post the first entry. Jeepers, that's some fast poetic thinking--I'll have to be sure to add this comp to my reading list.
and the trophy be awarded to someone who has submitted his own original work, not copy of another artist's ( We don't want another replay of what happened in LAST comp Primrose set up.)
Yes, it is quite interesting how exactly 7 minutes after Primrose set up this comp, Darko managed to whip up and post the first entry. Jeepers, that's some fast poetic thinking--I'll have to be sure to add this comp to my reading list.
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The Theory of Everything
Stephen
when I see you
curled feet
neck bent
I want to weep
for you unlocked our universe
with your wisdom
as your body shrunk and shrunk
your mind expanded
like you knew the world
was expanding infinitely
no limits
no boundaries
your brilliant understanding
possessed all it took in
though you were only human
your crooked fingers
caressed the stars
you said there was an answer
for everything
that one equation could solve
all our questions
our loves
fears
deaths
and I believe you will find
the answer to it someday
but it was not fair
what was done to you
some arbitrary disease
as if from some arbitrary God
it makes me want to scream
the pain I feel for you
makes me shudder inside
though when I see
you in your wheelchair
frail body
robotic voice
commanding the presence
of millions
the cosmos dancing in your eyes
i know you are what
true strength really is
for once you said
no matter how difficult life is
there is always something
to be good at in this existence
there is always
Hope
The Theory of Everything
Stephen
when I see you
curled feet
neck bent
I want to weep
for you unlocked our universe
with your wisdom
as your body shrunk and shrunk
your mind expanded
like you knew the world
was expanding infinitely
no limits
no boundaries
your brilliant understanding
possessed all it took in
though you were only human
your crooked fingers
caressed the stars
you said there was an answer
for everything
that one equation could solve
all our questions
our loves
fears
deaths
and I believe you will find
the answer to it someday
but it was not fair
what was done to you
some arbitrary disease
as if from some arbitrary God
it makes me want to scream
the pain I feel for you
makes me shudder inside
though when I see
you in your wheelchair
frail body
robotic voice
commanding the presence
of millions
the cosmos dancing in your eyes
i know you are what
true strength really is
for once you said
no matter how difficult life is
there is always something
to be good at in this existence
there is always
Hope
"This Time of Time"
Open up the eyes and raring to go
View the screen about a parent having buried their own
Oh no...
Quite a minute from a problem resolved
So there's everyone resenting
It's involving us all
True...
Leaving justice to the day one charter?
Mike Brown, Tamir Rice, and there's Trayvon Martin
Those who prosecute injustice are
The same ones sparking
Emmett Till...
Will the innocent remain one's target?
Coppers getting off the hook
Every dang one
Pardoned...
Crazy
No peace or justice
But equal rebutting
Who shall enforce the civil rights if the police ain't responding?
See, we ain't looking for commotion
All we really want judicature
And you can view the paper
U.S. Constitution...
Neighbors
These are the times without the sun that we should coalesce
"You're not to be so blind with.." and you know the rest
Every single case I see is lying on my chest
It ain't like we're building off of pride but there is no respect
And so I stand and firmly hold my position
To a point where the oppression be the sole opposition
I ain't advocating violence
Only goad optimism
And I refuse to stop trying to aim a soul of the living
Towards the Lord...
In the flesh
The mass community's resorting now to unrest
But that's what they
Expect!
It's best that we regress to peace
We have to keep composure although it's depressing see
Say, "I won't let commotion just get the best of me"
And it ain't out of fear but to control our destiny!
Don't you dare lose your faith
Yea, it's hard
As we look around us today
All of the corruption...
Valdosta, Ferguson, New York, Cleveland
Everywhere else
It's easy to get a little discouraged
But remember that this is
But a time...
Open up the eyes and raring to go
View the screen about a parent having buried their own
Oh no...
Quite a minute from a problem resolved
So there's everyone resenting
It's involving us all
True...
Leaving justice to the day one charter?
Mike Brown, Tamir Rice, and there's Trayvon Martin
Those who prosecute injustice are
The same ones sparking
Emmett Till...
Will the innocent remain one's target?
Coppers getting off the hook
Every dang one
Pardoned...
Crazy
No peace or justice
But equal rebutting
Who shall enforce the civil rights if the police ain't responding?
See, we ain't looking for commotion
All we really want judicature
And you can view the paper
U.S. Constitution...
Neighbors
These are the times without the sun that we should coalesce
"You're not to be so blind with.." and you know the rest
Every single case I see is lying on my chest
It ain't like we're building off of pride but there is no respect
And so I stand and firmly hold my position
To a point where the oppression be the sole opposition
I ain't advocating violence
Only goad optimism
And I refuse to stop trying to aim a soul of the living
Towards the Lord...
In the flesh
The mass community's resorting now to unrest
But that's what they
Expect!
It's best that we regress to peace
We have to keep composure although it's depressing see
Say, "I won't let commotion just get the best of me"
And it ain't out of fear but to control our destiny!
Don't you dare lose your faith
Yea, it's hard
As we look around us today
All of the corruption...
Valdosta, Ferguson, New York, Cleveland
Everywhere else
It's easy to get a little discouraged
But remember that this is
But a time...
We have hope,
but not much, if not shit else,
when our kids they shoot dope,
and live out our whole lives inside of 5 star jail then prison cells.
Cleanin up the streets, it's just city sanitation,
as such
the air is so unhealthy that we all have asthma,
and our mas and pas just another left behind generation.
Take us to church where we only learn about bullshit damnation and bad touch. It's sad but
it's true.
Don't ever let NO-fuckin-body go and mistreat you,
beat you or try to fillay you like meat do, and eat you.
I know half yall think you innocent, but the other half fuckin seen you.
This is why we work as hard as we do,
with both eyes toward the limitless skies,
we know where we goin and we just gonna keep true.
Though some dumb fucks (IE religious nuts) well their bullshit sells and can still call us evil
only for freedom of speech that even they try to keep to their selfish selves. I say we are all just people.
Though we do know for a logical fact it is only those whose illogical hopes are just so see through
that we see they just needful- So in need just for somebody else to ruin and to preach to.
All we can really do is try and apply our minds.
Work hard to better your life and I think that you'll pretty quickly find
that-
light-
at_
the end of
the tunnel is there to signify
you-
need to-
move your feet- catch up
to what really matters
and realize that you started out this race,
just a little out of place,
but you aint that far behind.
Nothing that can't be fixed,
nothing you gotta run yourself through for just to end it all and quit.
Though if we do gotta have hope
I know I hope for you all to find the strength to stand up
pick up your fork and your damn cup and find a way to fill it
not god willin
i want to see your own will and your own fight and your own love
I want to see my fellow fuckers feel human, get pissed, stand up and feel inferior to absolutely fuckin no one!
but not much, if not shit else,
when our kids they shoot dope,
and live out our whole lives inside of 5 star jail then prison cells.
Cleanin up the streets, it's just city sanitation,
as such
the air is so unhealthy that we all have asthma,
and our mas and pas just another left behind generation.
Take us to church where we only learn about bullshit damnation and bad touch. It's sad but
it's true.
Don't ever let NO-fuckin-body go and mistreat you,
beat you or try to fillay you like meat do, and eat you.
I know half yall think you innocent, but the other half fuckin seen you.
This is why we work as hard as we do,
with both eyes toward the limitless skies,
we know where we goin and we just gonna keep true.
Though some dumb fucks (IE religious nuts) well their bullshit sells and can still call us evil
only for freedom of speech that even they try to keep to their selfish selves. I say we are all just people.
Though we do know for a logical fact it is only those whose illogical hopes are just so see through
that we see they just needful- So in need just for somebody else to ruin and to preach to.
All we can really do is try and apply our minds.
Work hard to better your life and I think that you'll pretty quickly find
that-
light-
at_
the end of
the tunnel is there to signify
you-
need to-
move your feet- catch up
to what really matters
and realize that you started out this race,
just a little out of place,
but you aint that far behind.
Nothing that can't be fixed,
nothing you gotta run yourself through for just to end it all and quit.
Though if we do gotta have hope
I know I hope for you all to find the strength to stand up
pick up your fork and your damn cup and find a way to fill it
not god willin
i want to see your own will and your own fight and your own love
I want to see my fellow fuckers feel human, get pissed, stand up and feel inferior to absolutely fuckin no one!
Anonymous
DREAMBOAT
The music filled the hallway
It sang itself to me
I closed my eyes
The dreamboat lowered its sails
I boarded and sailed the skies
Along the way towards the stars
I caught unsung lullabies
As weavers of tapestries
Of arabian night secrets
Granted me scented silence
I lay my head to sleep
Cupid played his harp
And Venus wore a robe
Of satin tourmaline
I dreamt a dream
I closed my eyes
It sang itself to me
The music filled the hallway
The music filled the hallway
It sang itself to me
I closed my eyes
The dreamboat lowered its sails
I boarded and sailed the skies
Along the way towards the stars
I caught unsung lullabies
As weavers of tapestries
Of arabian night secrets
Granted me scented silence
I lay my head to sleep
Cupid played his harp
And Venus wore a robe
Of satin tourmaline
I dreamt a dream
I closed my eyes
It sang itself to me
The music filled the hallway
"Whispers of Wishes"
There's no magic in my hat, there's nothing up my sleeve
My armor is invisible so you'll have to trust me and believe
You are not helpless no matter how dark the horizon seems to be
Wishes I whisper that a notion named hope will unite you and me
I dropped a fortune in quarters in a wishing well
Filled from a fountain of tears forever falling on their way to Hell
Forever holding onto hope that you will whisper my wish to me
To slay the dreadful dragon that promises to never set you free
(jj johnson)
There's no magic in my hat, there's nothing up my sleeve
My armor is invisible so you'll have to trust me and believe
You are not helpless no matter how dark the horizon seems to be
Wishes I whisper that a notion named hope will unite you and me
I dropped a fortune in quarters in a wishing well
Filled from a fountain of tears forever falling on their way to Hell
Forever holding onto hope that you will whisper my wish to me
To slay the dreadful dragon that promises to never set you free
(jj johnson)
Hope Is
Hope is when the sun shines
another day bring possibilities
when the bells ring
ushering in betrothed
Hope is when fresh water
pour from the laden sky
to flood a paddy field
and give fishes crystal pools
Hope is when whispers of love
from across a continent
fill empty pockets with promises
and that to fill.
Hope is when the sun shines
another day bring possibilities
when the bells ring
ushering in betrothed
Hope is when fresh water
pour from the laden sky
to flood a paddy field
and give fishes crystal pools
Hope is when whispers of love
from across a continent
fill empty pockets with promises
and that to fill.
Anonymous
Alyiss spreengz gives me hope
Ain't know such a theeng az hope dez daze.
Da faykerz know itt.
Rope a dope mofos.
Onlee da reel wonz haveda ressapee.
Beeleave itt.
Dat's hope
for da massiss.
Youse a trick r treater?
Snuff filmz is fear.
Eye will mayke won for U.
Give youse sum reel hope.
Eye ain't crazee.
She sed itt.
Ain't know such a theeng az hope dez daze.
Da faykerz know itt.
Rope a dope mofos.
Onlee da reel wonz haveda ressapee.
Beeleave itt.
Dat's hope
for da massiss.
Youse a trick r treater?
Snuff filmz is fear.
Eye will mayke won for U.
Give youse sum reel hope.
Eye ain't crazee.
She sed itt.
My New Hope
Hope is something I know quite well.
However different in years past.
Used to hope to go to the Olympics.
However now I just hope for less pain.
I hope for a cure to end suffering for not just me but others with this disease.
I dread none of you go through RSD.
Pain so bad most commit suicide.
Others experiment and wait for a cure.
Me I try to keep my mind busy.
I hope for the good day fill of less pain.
Hope for happy moments.
I hope one day to walk down the aisle.
One day I hope to get back in the saddle.
But my biggest hope of all is for a cure.
Hope is something I know quite well.
However different in years past.
Used to hope to go to the Olympics.
However now I just hope for less pain.
I hope for a cure to end suffering for not just me but others with this disease.
I dread none of you go through RSD.
Pain so bad most commit suicide.
Others experiment and wait for a cure.
Me I try to keep my mind busy.
I hope for the good day fill of less pain.
Hope for happy moments.
I hope one day to walk down the aisle.
One day I hope to get back in the saddle.
But my biggest hope of all is for a cure.
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(I hope it's okay if I say something first. This poem reflects how I felt on the mentioned date... I don't wish to offend anyone with my viewpoint, that is not my intention. I am in truth very ignorant of politics because I don't really understand nor pay attention to them. All I know is what I felt towards this person on that particular day.)
On This Historic Day, November 4, 2008
Our mouths are dry. Our eyes heavy from sleep,
like small children crouching as not to be put
to bed. In the beginning, spiritual fervor
seizes us, please God, yes, let it happen.
The dark, elegant horse of Hope,
the one with the kind and humble eyes,
the eloquent tongue...
Now the stars are out.
The earth has become an ocean
of waves of undulating candlelight.
We have never witnessed
such a splintering sight;
we are running out of our homes
at midnight, embracing each other
as if alive for the first time
and drawing our first parched breath,
honeyed air bursting the frail breadth
of our lungs, joy and tears surging
their milk-white throb
beneath our newborn breast.
Rejoice. Rejoice.
We open our mouths to the rain
and somewhere in between our tongues
and teeth slips the sweet, cool,
uncoiling word of the New.
Of Change. Rejoice. Rejoice.
(I hope it's okay if I say something first. This poem reflects how I felt on the mentioned date... I don't wish to offend anyone with my viewpoint, that is not my intention. I am in truth very ignorant of politics because I don't really understand nor pay attention to them. All I know is what I felt towards this person on that particular day.)
On This Historic Day, November 4, 2008
Our mouths are dry. Our eyes heavy from sleep,
like small children crouching as not to be put
to bed. In the beginning, spiritual fervor
seizes us, please God, yes, let it happen.
The dark, elegant horse of Hope,
the one with the kind and humble eyes,
the eloquent tongue...
Now the stars are out.
The earth has become an ocean
of waves of undulating candlelight.
We have never witnessed
such a splintering sight;
we are running out of our homes
at midnight, embracing each other
as if alive for the first time
and drawing our first parched breath,
honeyed air bursting the frail breadth
of our lungs, joy and tears surging
their milk-white throb
beneath our newborn breast.
Rejoice. Rejoice.
We open our mouths to the rain
and somewhere in between our tongues
and teeth slips the sweet, cool,
uncoiling word of the New.
Of Change. Rejoice. Rejoice.
