Poetry competition CLOSED 16th April 2015 10:19pm
WINNER
professoryackle
professoryackle
RUNNERS-UP:
seekingkate
and SabrinaK
Page:
Again
Poetry Contest Description
Put your mind over the time dimension and travel backwards.
Make a way to the past.All sorrow,all pain,all happiness,all toruble.
Make a mind map.Rejoice.Think again.Make words about one thing you wish to change from past.Any event.Sweet or sour.
Mcjay.
Make a mind map.Rejoice.Think again.Make words about one thing you wish to change from past.Any event.Sweet or sour.
Mcjay.
[b]Friday, November 22, 1963
A day in time, which I wish that we could go back and undo... Even though I wasn't even a thought back then... Its a day that still causes much pain and sorrow for many and as well caused us all to look differently at our Government and how they may have or not had a hand in such a horrific cruel selfish act of taking a life of what could have been the greatest President if allowed to have lived, that we as Americans has ever known... John F Kennedy, a loving Father and not without flaw a loving Husband... That stepped on a bit too many toes and didn't always agree with staying in or going to war... Believed in equal rights no matter male or female nor the color of your skin... And wanted to make it safer world without the politics of war nor the Columbia guns and mafia , drug cartel to corrupt the future of our children... No matter that it was alone assassin such as Lee Harvey Oswald or not... The sad and honest truth is as Americans of a country that boast about justice and freedom to all... We live in a country that such if not liked by all, its harshly judged and yet assumed that we all are to believe that our country is truly free... Lets close our eyes back to that day... And picture what should've been and all that was there to wave, shouting out hello Mr. President, hoping He would look their way... Families so proud just to get a glimpse of our Country's leader and His hopa, beautiful wife... First Lady Mrs. Jacqueline Kennedy dressed in pink... Such a beautiful day for America it should have been... As the motorcade passed through downtown Dallas... From Houston Street, the Presidential limousine that just turned onto Elm Street... passing the Texas School Book Depository.... Awe, Now just picture not hearing that first shot that rung out... Still seeing Such a vibrant young President, Husband and Father... With His loving beautiful wife, would have just continued to wave... And as proud Americans we could have watched Him, maybe not without flaw but yet would have made such a difference in the world as we all know of it today.... Can You see Robert Kennedy, still walking the grounds of the White House with His Brother... Mr. and Mrs. President Kennedy's children growing up knowing their Father... We all know if this horrific cruel selfish act was never made... Robert Kennedy's life would not have been cut so short as well.. Again if only could go back in time I wonder what could have been!
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A day in time, which I wish that we could go back and undo... Even though I wasn't even a thought back then... Its a day that still causes much pain and sorrow for many and as well caused us all to look differently at our Government and how they may have or not had a hand in such a horrific cruel selfish act of taking a life of what could have been the greatest President if allowed to have lived, that we as Americans has ever known... John F Kennedy, a loving Father and not without flaw a loving Husband... That stepped on a bit too many toes and didn't always agree with staying in or going to war... Believed in equal rights no matter male or female nor the color of your skin... And wanted to make it safer world without the politics of war nor the Columbia guns and mafia , drug cartel to corrupt the future of our children... No matter that it was alone assassin such as Lee Harvey Oswald or not... The sad and honest truth is as Americans of a country that boast about justice and freedom to all... We live in a country that such if not liked by all, its harshly judged and yet assumed that we all are to believe that our country is truly free... Lets close our eyes back to that day... And picture what should've been and all that was there to wave, shouting out hello Mr. President, hoping He would look their way... Families so proud just to get a glimpse of our Country's leader and His hopa, beautiful wife... First Lady Mrs. Jacqueline Kennedy dressed in pink... Such a beautiful day for America it should have been... As the motorcade passed through downtown Dallas... From Houston Street, the Presidential limousine that just turned onto Elm Street... passing the Texas School Book Depository.... Awe, Now just picture not hearing that first shot that rung out... Still seeing Such a vibrant young President, Husband and Father... With His loving beautiful wife, would have just continued to wave... And as proud Americans we could have watched Him, maybe not without flaw but yet would have made such a difference in the world as we all know of it today.... Can You see Robert Kennedy, still walking the grounds of the White House with His Brother... Mr. and Mrs. President Kennedy's children growing up knowing their Father... We all know if this horrific cruel selfish act was never made... Robert Kennedy's life would not have been cut so short as well.. Again if only could go back in time I wonder what could have been!
When The Twin Towers fell!
Day that should not be apart of our history... Power, greed, a corrupted Government, religion, racism and poor politics already stains too much of our society is continuing to cripple our future... We as a human race, choose to close our eyes from the big picture... We say that our country does not and will not stand for terrorism. Yet our actions has welcomed it... I am not saying that we are completely to blame... Other countries that cries out in need, we come running... Once there, to help defend and protect... We are shunned, called murderers and that we pry where we aren't welcomed... Countries that barbaric lee abuses their women and refuses to allow others to live peacefully within their own religion or beliefs... Such as the Great Spirit's "Son's" chosen people... And now all the beheadings of ISIL... So, yeah... How can we, as a Country not want to reach out and stomp the fucken ground... Shouting from roof tops, this isn't right... And as humans can't continue to go on... Times wondering why God, Him self hasn't already came down from the heavens and smite such evil from His ina urth... mother earth... Yet again not even such should be questioned... For its simply the human race that continues to condemn itself... I close my eyes, and think back to that day... On such a beautiful early morning of Sept 11, 2001... What if them Towers never came tumbling down... How many love ones, we would not miss... The ones on the planes wouldn't have perished for the sake of another country that seeks nothing but terror instead of peace... How many soldiers had and continues to have to fight and may have even die on both sides... For what, power, greed, a corrupted Government, religion, racism and poor politics on both sides of the fence... Awe, I almost forgot... Shit Maybe its the oil... For I have to tell my Grandson that there is some reason for it all...
Note: All that has took the time in reading this... I wish to be very clear I do not up hold terrorism in any way, shape or form... This was just my way of saying there has been enough fighting in our world, to this day..... If its not over racism, religion then its greed and politics, as well as corruption of power and Government on either or both sides of the fence...and now with the possible threats of today...Beheadings hackers, Russian military aircrafts and our own problems within our leaders.. No matter here or there... As a human race around the world we should be ashamed of our selves for years we have proven time and again not a damn thing have we changed...
Maybe I'll go back. Stop the pain from happening.
Go to the day of his death. But alas, history is like a river, and where I might make a ripple, the river corrects itself. He would die, and I would mourn, and save him again, but this cycle would never end, because time is liquid. And so I may go back further. To a day worse than his death. To the day I was born, neigh, the day I was conceived. So I will not exist and no pain cause or receive. Time would bare another child to my parents, one without my flaws. The daughter they wished for, instead of the son they don't yet know. And she will keep my pain and I will be free.
Go to the day of his death. But alas, history is like a river, and where I might make a ripple, the river corrects itself. He would die, and I would mourn, and save him again, but this cycle would never end, because time is liquid. And so I may go back further. To a day worse than his death. To the day I was born, neigh, the day I was conceived. So I will not exist and no pain cause or receive. Time would bare another child to my parents, one without my flaws. The daughter they wished for, instead of the son they don't yet know. And she will keep my pain and I will be free.
Mission To The Another World
never wanted to cut my hair, why my mom make me cut it
travel back in time so I won't regret it,
also stop listening to stupid people and those in authority
they don't know what's good, they only know what's stupid
stay closer to Nature in wisdom and in worship
don't take school so seriously, it's horse shit
wish I didn't tease girls, now it's hard to get them to like me
go back in time, to write them poems and ask 'do you like me?'
because I might be a different person in the future
go back in time and be more kind to my parents and siblings
help others without gain or reward speak kindness and listen
go back in time and say no to the drugs, but yes to love
I can't figure this world out, trying to leave the Matrix
but it's smart and it's fast and it knows my intentions
before I make it
my best chance is meditation or astral navigation
or find a place secluded from society and people
a paradise plantation
where I alone am the habitation
where I alone make my occupation
I want out the Matrix
go back in time and find the One who made it
never wanted to cut my hair, why my mom make me cut it
travel back in time so I won't regret it,
also stop listening to stupid people and those in authority
they don't know what's good, they only know what's stupid
stay closer to Nature in wisdom and in worship
don't take school so seriously, it's horse shit
wish I didn't tease girls, now it's hard to get them to like me
go back in time, to write them poems and ask 'do you like me?'
because I might be a different person in the future
go back in time and be more kind to my parents and siblings
help others without gain or reward speak kindness and listen
go back in time and say no to the drugs, but yes to love
I can't figure this world out, trying to leave the Matrix
but it's smart and it's fast and it knows my intentions
before I make it
my best chance is meditation or astral navigation
or find a place secluded from society and people
a paradise plantation
where I alone am the habitation
where I alone make my occupation
I want out the Matrix
go back in time and find the One who made it
DAFFODILS
If Spring is a hat, I’m standing on my head today.
I can pogo around this room, bounce
through my door, down the street. At first,
my eyes tried to swivel to where they used to be,
resisting change. But knew they’d better get used to it.
You don’t want to change, not even a little bit.
You don’t want anyone to move your cheese,
but there it goes. Water flows upwards
from the bathroom taps. The light’s on the floor,
a disco-mushroom. My cat catapults through the window,
a furry food-ball. Man and drift-dog glide by my gate.
Passion, serenity, nonsense -
everyone talks backwards: fried chicken.
People grow younger each moment. If this keeps on
they’ll reach the womb, trees returning to the seed,
to the tree before it, the seed, the tree before it,
to the original Bodhi tree where the enlightened Buddha
unmeditates, returns to the forest, from there to his palace,
lifts his heavy golden jewelry, adorns his ears:
Prince Siddharta. But I won’t be around to see it.
The clock ticks widdershins.
There goes my breakfast.
I’m feeling sick, and now the plate is spic and span
in the cupboard. I look backward to taking my first steps.
I always enjoyed crawling, my mother says,
as her skin smoothes out and she stands up properly,
takes a pride in her appearance, unlearns hairdressing.
I see, in the far distance, the day of my birth.
I have courage on the way down, as I unlearn
what I know now, go through what I went through.
The pattern is simple this time; going
around the next corner, knowing
the cracks in the pavement. Returning
to my grandmother as her hair is unbrushed,
blusher removed from her precious face.
They raise her out of her coffin, drive her home.
Grandmother wakes, smiling. Her cheeks pinken
and they carry her downstairs. Her walking stick
gets walked less and less, she removes her specs.
Her hands unfurl. She rubs them till they’re warm,
grasps the abandoned knitting needles
from the glass coffee table. She starts clicking,
pulls back rimples of knit-one purl-one rib,
unknitting a new blue ball of wool.
But my children will go before I do. I must enjoy them
this time, not make the muddle I made.
I won’t give them tasks to do but let them choose,
let them be children. I won’t insist on difficult things
which are too hard or too old for them.
This time, I’ll stay with their father.
We’ll go out to a countryside with curdled milk skies,
where sunshine smells like a jar of daffodils
in a classroom full of kids, finger-painting.
We’ll sit down on the lightly toasted hillside
and look forward to how we met.
© professoryackle (Sara Pitt) All Rights Reserved
If Spring is a hat, I’m standing on my head today.
I can pogo around this room, bounce
through my door, down the street. At first,
my eyes tried to swivel to where they used to be,
resisting change. But knew they’d better get used to it.
You don’t want to change, not even a little bit.
You don’t want anyone to move your cheese,
but there it goes. Water flows upwards
from the bathroom taps. The light’s on the floor,
a disco-mushroom. My cat catapults through the window,
a furry food-ball. Man and drift-dog glide by my gate.
Passion, serenity, nonsense -
everyone talks backwards: fried chicken.
People grow younger each moment. If this keeps on
they’ll reach the womb, trees returning to the seed,
to the tree before it, the seed, the tree before it,
to the original Bodhi tree where the enlightened Buddha
unmeditates, returns to the forest, from there to his palace,
lifts his heavy golden jewelry, adorns his ears:
Prince Siddharta. But I won’t be around to see it.
The clock ticks widdershins.
There goes my breakfast.
I’m feeling sick, and now the plate is spic and span
in the cupboard. I look backward to taking my first steps.
I always enjoyed crawling, my mother says,
as her skin smoothes out and she stands up properly,
takes a pride in her appearance, unlearns hairdressing.
I see, in the far distance, the day of my birth.
I have courage on the way down, as I unlearn
what I know now, go through what I went through.
The pattern is simple this time; going
around the next corner, knowing
the cracks in the pavement. Returning
to my grandmother as her hair is unbrushed,
blusher removed from her precious face.
They raise her out of her coffin, drive her home.
Grandmother wakes, smiling. Her cheeks pinken
and they carry her downstairs. Her walking stick
gets walked less and less, she removes her specs.
Her hands unfurl. She rubs them till they’re warm,
grasps the abandoned knitting needles
from the glass coffee table. She starts clicking,
pulls back rimples of knit-one purl-one rib,
unknitting a new blue ball of wool.
But my children will go before I do. I must enjoy them
this time, not make the muddle I made.
I won’t give them tasks to do but let them choose,
let them be children. I won’t insist on difficult things
which are too hard or too old for them.
This time, I’ll stay with their father.
We’ll go out to a countryside with curdled milk skies,
where sunshine smells like a jar of daffodils
in a classroom full of kids, finger-painting.
We’ll sit down on the lightly toasted hillside
and look forward to how we met.
© professoryackle (Sara Pitt) All Rights Reserved
SOMETHING I WISH I'D DONE...
with all my training I still asked a closed question
I wanted an answer but I practiced a form of self deception
take me back to that kitchen
to him, standing in his underwear, pouring coffee
let me ask it again but as an open question
let me hear if his answer would have been different
I may have left with my heart intact
my vulnerability safe behind locked doors
but do I really want to go back in time to see if...?
no, not for that particular instance
what I want, what I desire more than anything
is to go back to spend more time holding him
to gently touch his hands, his arms
to look deep within his smiling eyes
to hold his face between my palms
to kiss his lips expressing how deeply I feel...about him
this may still have been an act of self deception
an illusion built on nothing
but it's what I wish I had done
with all my training I still asked a closed question
I wanted an answer but I practiced a form of self deception
take me back to that kitchen
to him, standing in his underwear, pouring coffee
let me ask it again but as an open question
let me hear if his answer would have been different
I may have left with my heart intact
my vulnerability safe behind locked doors
but do I really want to go back in time to see if...?
no, not for that particular instance
what I want, what I desire more than anything
is to go back to spend more time holding him
to gently touch his hands, his arms
to look deep within his smiling eyes
to hold his face between my palms
to kiss his lips expressing how deeply I feel...about him
this may still have been an act of self deception
an illusion built on nothing
but it's what I wish I had done
oh this is real easy man
you see
one night I was in jam,
this fella just smashed
the windshield on my dodge ram
and since I was fucking
his girlfriend
I guess I could
kinda sorta understand.
But on that night
I was not in an understanding mood
so I went outside and kicked
the shit out of this dude.
But changing any that
isn't the idea
because his girlfriend
gave me gonorrhea.
you see
one night I was in jam,
this fella just smashed
the windshield on my dodge ram
and since I was fucking
his girlfriend
I guess I could
kinda sorta understand.
But on that night
I was not in an understanding mood
so I went outside and kicked
the shit out of this dude.
But changing any that
isn't the idea
because his girlfriend
gave me gonorrhea.
