Poetry competition CLOSED 26th March 2015 11:00pm
WINNER
0913338 (Semaj)
0913338 (Semaj)
RUNNER-UP:
kriticool
I want my A-Kay
Poetry Contest Description
Tell me what went down the night a poet got their hands an AK-47
The Inspiration
The idea for this comp was inspired by a revelation in the forum that legendary DU poet, mikimoondancer slept with an AK-47 under her bed... the idea then spawned into me singing "I want my A-Kay" to the tune of "money for nothing" by Dire Straits, then the video happened...
"I want my A-Kay" video: http://youtu.be/l8_LsWL6DwE
The Challenge
I want you to explore the possibilities of the unlikely union of poet and an A-Kay.
- watch the "I want my A-Kay" video to get yourself in the gun loving mood, see link above
- write a poem, prose or prose poetry about you and your AK-47
- 747 word limit
- one entry per poet
- new poems only
The Prize
One poet will be offered the opportunity to have their kick-ass poem made into a spoken word video, using the audio and visuals from the "I want my A-Kay" video: http://youtu.be/l8_LsWL6DwE
The idea for this comp was inspired by a revelation in the forum that legendary DU poet, mikimoondancer slept with an AK-47 under her bed... the idea then spawned into me singing "I want my A-Kay" to the tune of "money for nothing" by Dire Straits, then the video happened...
"I want my A-Kay" video: http://youtu.be/l8_LsWL6DwE
The Challenge
I want you to explore the possibilities of the unlikely union of poet and an A-Kay.
- watch the "I want my A-Kay" video to get yourself in the gun loving mood, see link above
- write a poem, prose or prose poetry about you and your AK-47
- 747 word limit
- one entry per poet
- new poems only
The Prize
One poet will be offered the opportunity to have their kick-ass poem made into a spoken word video, using the audio and visuals from the "I want my A-Kay" video: http://youtu.be/l8_LsWL6DwE
Anonymous
i have a strong desire to write for this. even with my fear of guns. hmmmm....we shall see.
.:AK-47:.
poets
pray and
have preyed as
they’ve sprayed and
displayed
for the
zillionth time
we’re in the
shooter’s arcade
no mending
no mercy
for
targets today
while the targets
check grammar, then
stumble away
that muzzled flash, the
piercing pen
playing at god
write to the
end
Anonymous
Don’t mess wit kwuiett gyrlz lyke Sallee duh korprete poeitt
Itt wuzzuh tipicool aftanoone att da shop
onn dat historik dai.
Az ushuall, Sallee wuz phucked with awl dai long.
She wuzza poeitt
butt kniowbodee reely new itt.
She just satt der with her mawf klosed.
Lyke eye sed---tipicool.
Da onlee difference on dis dai
wuz she wuz smilin’ winn she left
tew goe home.
Winn she kame bakk
fortee5 minitts layter
she wuz reely smilin’.
Speshuallee winn she lit upp da korprete playce
withuh akay4teeseben.
She wuz bustin’ kapps awl ober da phuckin’ playce.
Eye meen she wuz reely lytin’ ‘em upp.
She bustid uh kap ore tew inda korprete sign.
She majerlee phucked upp da bossis offyce.
Den she sprayed a hole klip att da onnlookkers watchin’ da show.
Awl dos peepull gawt hert beecoz
uv dem foolz whoo teazzed Sallee.
Eye lerned alott dat dai.
Never teaze chikks.
Especially da kwuiett wuns whoo don’t smyle mutch
und lyke poeitree.
Yew neber no winn dey myte lyte
youre sillee ars upp wituh russin automatk fyrearme.
Dat'z da reel meeneeng uv selff-xpresshun.
Itt wuzzuh tipicool aftanoone att da shop
onn dat historik dai.
Az ushuall, Sallee wuz phucked with awl dai long.
She wuzza poeitt
butt kniowbodee reely new itt.
She just satt der with her mawf klosed.
Lyke eye sed---tipicool.
Da onlee difference on dis dai
wuz she wuz smilin’ winn she left
tew goe home.
Winn she kame bakk
fortee5 minitts layter
she wuz reely smilin’.
Speshuallee winn she lit upp da korprete playce
withuh akay4teeseben.
She wuz bustin’ kapps awl ober da phuckin’ playce.
Eye meen she wuz reely lytin’ ‘em upp.
She bustid uh kap ore tew inda korprete sign.
She majerlee phucked upp da bossis offyce.
Den she sprayed a hole klip att da onnlookkers watchin’ da show.
Awl dos peepull gawt hert beecoz
uv dem foolz whoo teazzed Sallee.
Eye lerned alott dat dai.
Never teaze chikks.
Especially da kwuiett wuns whoo don’t smyle mutch
und lyke poeitree.
Yew neber no winn dey myte lyte
youre sillee ars upp wituh russin automatk fyrearme.
Dat'z da reel meeneeng uv selff-xpresshun.
Peaceful poets are pussies,
..Me?
..the way i push a pen?
comparable to an AK-47.
330 a.m. a pounding at the door,
3:31 a round enters the chamber,
Rack that bitch loud,
so now who is the danger,
I will knock your socks off,
Give you a gushing face,
Kalashnikov,
Russian made,
A percussive array of kinetic energy,
No discussion i am not afraid,
I got a unapologetic poetic display,
put body to grave,
now, please..
back away.
..Me?
..the way i push a pen?
comparable to an AK-47.
330 a.m. a pounding at the door,
3:31 a round enters the chamber,
Rack that bitch loud,
so now who is the danger,
I will knock your socks off,
Give you a gushing face,
Kalashnikov,
Russian made,
A percussive array of kinetic energy,
No discussion i am not afraid,
I got a unapologetic poetic display,
put body to grave,
now, please..
back away.
Put The AK A-Way
don't need no AK to get the pay day
I write a rhyme like a land mine and they play pray
never to let me loose with my words again
they know I got the juice for that gin
they can't handle my fire so they jump the fence
who higher than God, Amen, they bend
where's the knowledge that frees one from bondage
that sets the sight straight and burns the karma
if you pick up the AK you let go of the holy armor
blood doesn't need to be spilled to get points across
a poet who uses violence has lost his wits and balls
and a poet without grit is a mystery without the mist
they can come with artillery looking to bloody fulfill me
but I still choose the pen over the gun
keep the change in the chamber, spend the 47 once
AK to all strangers looking to do damage to my character
fear no petty gods, allegiance to no aliens
the AK is for those that don't celebrate
the pen is more powerful, my poetry meditates
don't need no AK to get the pay day
I write a rhyme like a land mine and they play pray
never to let me loose with my words again
they know I got the juice for that gin
they can't handle my fire so they jump the fence
who higher than God, Amen, they bend
where's the knowledge that frees one from bondage
that sets the sight straight and burns the karma
if you pick up the AK you let go of the holy armor
blood doesn't need to be spilled to get points across
a poet who uses violence has lost his wits and balls
and a poet without grit is a mystery without the mist
they can come with artillery looking to bloody fulfill me
but I still choose the pen over the gun
keep the change in the chamber, spend the 47 once
AK to all strangers looking to do damage to my character
fear no petty gods, allegiance to no aliens
the AK is for those that don't celebrate
the pen is more powerful, my poetry meditates
the night an AK-47 got its hands on a poet
was not much different than
other nights we bury
in the world is a grave
full of guns are fun
caskets for sale
safe boys bunkered down
behind keyboards and screens
killing pimps and ghouls
lost boys ripped from sleep
to see their mothers and sisters raped
their fathers chopped to pieces
a new family of AK-47's
to keep them warm at night
in steel and blood and screams
was not much different than
other nights we bury
in the world is a grave
full of guns are fun
caskets for sale
safe boys bunkered down
behind keyboards and screens
killing pimps and ghouls
lost boys ripped from sleep
to see their mothers and sisters raped
their fathers chopped to pieces
a new family of AK-47's
to keep them warm at night
in steel and blood and screams
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/gunsmall_zpstga7vz7a.jpg
YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO TOUCH IT
Hey baby!
Don’t run
I know you’re turned on
By my AK-47
Assault weapon
Go ahead
Stroke it
But be careful
The rapid fire rate
From the long stroke piston
Can really warm up
The top op rod mount
And muzzle flash suppressor
That’s it!
Forefinger flick switch
Rapid fire selection
Watch the rate of ejection
And see the muzzle rise
My high velocity
7.62 39mm loads spit
7.9 g. projectiles
At 600 rounds a minute
For deep target penetration
Don’t overlook
My double drum
Dual magazines
Just Underneath
With their high capacity
We’ll shoot with ecstasy
Till infinity
Just try to contain your bursts
In controlled meter
So we can rat-a-tat-tat
Some damn good street rap
Girl, you take the recoil so good!
How do you like the sensation
Of a masculine ejaculation?
Now admit it
Wasn’t it fun
To jackoff
My Kalashnikov?
Inspired by the Marine Corp gun prayer.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=full+metal+jacket+gun+prayer&qpvt=full+metal+jacket+gun+prayer&FORM=VDRE#view=detail&mid=EA1BE9E27BEC816AC56FEA1BE9E27BEC816AC56F
YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO TOUCH IT
Hey baby!
Don’t run
I know you’re turned on
By my AK-47
Assault weapon
Go ahead
Stroke it
But be careful
The rapid fire rate
From the long stroke piston
Can really warm up
The top op rod mount
And muzzle flash suppressor
That’s it!
Forefinger flick switch
Rapid fire selection
Watch the rate of ejection
And see the muzzle rise
My high velocity
7.62 39mm loads spit
7.9 g. projectiles
At 600 rounds a minute
For deep target penetration
Don’t overlook
My double drum
Dual magazines
Just Underneath
With their high capacity
We’ll shoot with ecstasy
Till infinity
Just try to contain your bursts
In controlled meter
So we can rat-a-tat-tat
Some damn good street rap
Girl, you take the recoil so good!
How do you like the sensation
Of a masculine ejaculation?
Now admit it
Wasn’t it fun
To jackoff
My Kalashnikov?
Inspired by the Marine Corp gun prayer.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=full+metal+jacket+gun+prayer&qpvt=full+metal+jacket+gun+prayer&FORM=VDRE#view=detail&mid=EA1BE9E27BEC816AC56FEA1BE9E27BEC816AC56F
Madame L, Semaj and snuggles thanks for your cool entries.
To the rest of yous... come on poets, show me your strong desire to fire your guns.
Please note there's absolutely no obligation to do a spoken word for this comp, I just want to see more great poems... please.
To the rest of yous... come on poets, show me your strong desire to fire your guns.
Please note there's absolutely no obligation to do a spoken word for this comp, I just want to see more great poems... please.
Sorry about the delay, but I just can't make a decision lately, until I get my personal message from the WebMiss, asking me to decide on a winner. It's that personal service with a smiley eye that keeps me coming back.
Well, here's the final decision. I asked the "I Want My A-Kay" starring vocalist, Missy, to help choose the winning poem and we both agreed that it was a very close call between Semaj and kriticool. Both deserving pieces in their own way, but Semaj's potent last stanza was hard to beat. So congrats and well done to you both and thanks to the gun poets who had a shot at the comp.
Well, here's the final decision. I asked the "I Want My A-Kay" starring vocalist, Missy, to help choose the winning poem and we both agreed that it was a very close call between Semaj and kriticool. Both deserving pieces in their own way, but Semaj's potent last stanza was hard to beat. So congrats and well done to you both and thanks to the gun poets who had a shot at the comp.
