Poetry competition CLOSED 19th May 2015 1:37am
WINNER
blocat
blocat
RUNNER-UP:
fake_reality
The End of Democracy
Poetry Contest Description
write a poetically about what you would do If you became King Of The World
1. Poem or prose
2. 500 word - max
3. No more than 2 entries per person
4. No subject is off limits
5. Change the world for god bad or indifferent
Happy policy making
2. 500 word - max
3. No more than 2 entries per person
4. No subject is off limits
5. Change the world for god bad or indifferent
Happy policy making
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KING ME
If I were a King I’d do
What Kings do best
“TAX!”
But I’d tax only one
Letter of the Alphabet
To pay off my Kingdom’s debt
I’d tax all that begins
With the letter ‘P’
Because so many things
That start with ‘P’
Have gotten by
Tax Free
Such as;
Preachers
Panhandlers
Pot
&
Porn
Pastors
Politicians
Prostitutes
&
Priests
Pretensions Pets
Like
Ponies
Poodles
Parrots
&
Pussy Cats
Excluding edible pets
Like the lovable
But taste incredible
Pot Bellied Pig
I’d tax nonprofit political parties
Like
PETA
PACS
And other
Political hacks
Especially I’d tax
Their repulsive
Annoying
Political Ads
So you think this might be too tyrannical?
Ask yourself this, “when was the last time
You ever profited, from a political nonprofit?”
So as King I will decree
“Tax the Hell
Out of everything
That starts with the Letter ‘P’"
As they’ve taxed the letters
‘U’ and ‘I’, since antiquity!”
KING ME
If I were a King I’d do
What Kings do best
“TAX!”
But I’d tax only one
Letter of the Alphabet
To pay off my Kingdom’s debt
I’d tax all that begins
With the letter ‘P’
Because so many things
That start with ‘P’
Have gotten by
Tax Free
Such as;
Preachers
Panhandlers
Pot
&
Porn
Pastors
Politicians
Prostitutes
&
Priests
Pretensions Pets
Like
Ponies
Poodles
Parrots
&
Pussy Cats
Excluding edible pets
Like the lovable
But taste incredible
Pot Bellied Pig
I’d tax nonprofit political parties
Like
PETA
PACS
And other
Political hacks
Especially I’d tax
Their repulsive
Annoying
Political Ads
So you think this might be too tyrannical?
Ask yourself this, “when was the last time
You ever profited, from a political nonprofit?”
So as King I will decree
“Tax the Hell
Out of everything
That starts with the Letter ‘P’"
As they’ve taxed the letters
‘U’ and ‘I’, since antiquity!”
Gods of the Universe
when me become King, me put on me boots
and start kicking ass
first, me do away with all money, and thus all debt
then me change the food, bless it with me magic ways
me is a wizard and me shoot lightning bolts at bitches
me shall have seven wives, seven nights of delight
me do away with all motor vehicles and transportation
me clean up the air, oceans and me put into practice levitation
people no work no more, me do away with the internet
and smartphones, now people stay home and have conversation
no more sickness, no more medication, every baby born right
let people govern their own communities, grow their own food
no more trash, no more social class, no more kissing ass
when me King me declare every body create health and beauty
if they can't then me kick them in the booty
then when they ready, me guide the people to star freedom
where they can travel in space to other galaxies
gods of the universe, Earth seeds dispersed
when me become King, me put on me boots
and start kicking ass
first, me do away with all money, and thus all debt
then me change the food, bless it with me magic ways
me is a wizard and me shoot lightning bolts at bitches
me shall have seven wives, seven nights of delight
me do away with all motor vehicles and transportation
me clean up the air, oceans and me put into practice levitation
people no work no more, me do away with the internet
and smartphones, now people stay home and have conversation
no more sickness, no more medication, every baby born right
let people govern their own communities, grow their own food
no more trash, no more social class, no more kissing ass
when me King me declare every body create health and beauty
if they can't then me kick them in the booty
then when they ready, me guide the people to star freedom
where they can travel in space to other galaxies
gods of the universe, Earth seeds dispersed
Anonymous
If I were King
I'd kill my family
because
I hate a fucking monarchy
admit that land can't be bought or sold
The earth is a garden
that can't be owned
I'd tell the people to
find a clan or tribe
I'd give the earth back
And resign
... 
Every acre from here to Amsterdam
would be impregnated with the seed
of cannabis. Oh, cannabis how you'd
sow, grow and spread far and wide.
The world would be at peace, greed
would be defeated. A fleeting glimpse
of what used to be in the meldew weather
of a morning spring. Sprung have the seeds
into budding towers of hope taketh breath
in an ideal world of ascension of every being
into the divine. There would be no war under
the green palm of cannabis.
I swear to God wouldn't play a part in it all.
Still we'd cherish our faith,
and in the seeds of summer
every strain would spring.
would be impregnated with the seed
of cannabis. Oh, cannabis how you'd
sow, grow and spread far and wide.
The world would be at peace, greed
would be defeated. A fleeting glimpse
of what used to be in the meldew weather
of a morning spring. Sprung have the seeds
into budding towers of hope taketh breath
in an ideal world of ascension of every being
into the divine. There would be no war under
the green palm of cannabis.
I swear to God wouldn't play a part in it all.
Still we'd cherish our faith,
and in the seeds of summer
every strain would spring.
EDELTRAUD 3 => TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT
IERAPETRA
6/3/2014
DEMOCRATIC CENTRALISM
According to an old story,
I was born in Delphi,
Somewhere in the centre of the village,
And still live there,
Never gone anywhere else, it seems.
Now, Delphi,
Is the centre of Greece,
Greece is obviously,
In the centre of the Mediterranean,
And that sea,
As the name implies,
Is in the centre of the Earth(1).
Of course the Earth is,
In the centre of the universe,
Therefore, I reckon,
That the centre of the universe,
Is me.
*****
What have you got to say for yourself,
Woman?
NOTE
(1) Nothing to do with Tolkien.
IERAPETRA
6/3/2014
DEMOCRATIC CENTRALISM
According to an old story,
I was born in Delphi,
Somewhere in the centre of the village,
And still live there,
Never gone anywhere else, it seems.
Now, Delphi,
Is the centre of Greece,
Greece is obviously,
In the centre of the Mediterranean,
And that sea,
As the name implies,
Is in the centre of the Earth(1).
Of course the Earth is,
In the centre of the universe,
Therefore, I reckon,
That the centre of the universe,
Is me.
*****
What have you got to say for yourself,
Woman?
NOTE
(1) Nothing to do with Tolkien.
Tacete said:Every acre from here to Amsterdam
would be impregnated with the seed
of cannabis. Oh, cannabis how you'd
sow, grow and spread far and wide.
The world would be at peace, greed
would be defeated. A fleeting glimpse
of what used to be in the meldew weather
of a morning spring. Sprung have the seeds
into budding towers of hope taketh breath
in an ideal world of ascension of every being
into the divine. There would be no war under
the green palm of cannabis.
I swear to God wouldn't play a part in it all.
Still we'd cherish our faith,
and in the seeds of summer
every strain would spring.
You might get me going again. I Might make a world worth living in that glorifies my father here. It may offend some.
would be impregnated with the seed
of cannabis. Oh, cannabis how you'd
sow, grow and spread far and wide.
The world would be at peace, greed
would be defeated. A fleeting glimpse
of what used to be in the meldew weather
of a morning spring. Sprung have the seeds
into budding towers of hope taketh breath
in an ideal world of ascension of every being
into the divine. There would be no war under
the green palm of cannabis.
I swear to God wouldn't play a part in it all.
Still we'd cherish our faith,
and in the seeds of summer
every strain would spring.
You might get me going again. I Might make a world worth living in that glorifies my father here. It may offend some.
life is an oxymoron
nothing lives
without something else dying
and most of you don't even give a shit.
That is why as your King
I hereby do declare
you and all of humanity to be a scourge
and from this earth you
shall be purged.
Kill, kill.. kill them all!
-King Ebola
nothing lives
without something else dying
and most of you don't even give a shit.
That is why as your King
I hereby do declare
you and all of humanity to be a scourge
and from this earth you
shall be purged.
Kill, kill.. kill them all!
-King Ebola
- I Wish I Were A Goddess -
I wish I were a goddess, of serene beauty like the night.
Then I would live forever, and not need Heaven’s light!
For I could build a paradise, to rival Eden in its’ prime;
Both men and women would love me in ways sublime!
I would wear the finest garments, spun on angel looms,
And dwell in a temple with at least a thousand rooms…
No sacrifices to desecrate the altar of my eternal glory.
I would be a true living bible where is written my story!
My elect would be immortal, in this life as well the next,
And our garden would be like in Babylon, of elder text.
Flowers and plants of every hue and scent hanging fair,
From the towers of my temple, where the faithful dare!
Birds would make their nests atop the columns so tall…
And both marble and jade would adorn each high wall.
An amethyst arch would frame a gate of sapphire blue,
With no angel to keep mortals away, from what is true.
Like Elysium it would be and I would be as I am there,
Not trapped in human shell, but given my original share.
The sibling of the Light Bearer: illuminated and divine…
A goddess and a god, whose own light would so shine!
My wings would be six-fold, and my hair long, flowing,
Whilst my eyes would be all of azure: and also glowing.
Love would be my law, and I would bring it to all living,
Until the world was at peace, from the act of my giving!
Would that it were, I was granted such a glorious wish,
By the one who first made me, and then cast me away!
But now I am mortal, and the beauty I crave much less,
Than what I would be like within my true: angelic dress.
But I wish I were a goddess, once more to Heaven fly…
So that I would never need to age, or ever have to die!
But I can still look beautiful, in my humble, human way.
I can walk in each night, and dance by the light of day!
I wish I were a goddess, of serene beauty like the night.
Then I would live forever, and not need Heaven’s light!
For I could build a paradise, to rival Eden in its’ prime;
Both men and women would love me in ways sublime!
I would wear the finest garments, spun on angel looms,
And dwell in a temple with at least a thousand rooms…
No sacrifices to desecrate the altar of my eternal glory.
I would be a true living bible where is written my story!
My elect would be immortal, in this life as well the next,
And our garden would be like in Babylon, of elder text.
Flowers and plants of every hue and scent hanging fair,
From the towers of my temple, where the faithful dare!
Birds would make their nests atop the columns so tall…
And both marble and jade would adorn each high wall.
An amethyst arch would frame a gate of sapphire blue,
With no angel to keep mortals away, from what is true.
Like Elysium it would be and I would be as I am there,
Not trapped in human shell, but given my original share.
The sibling of the Light Bearer: illuminated and divine…
A goddess and a god, whose own light would so shine!
My wings would be six-fold, and my hair long, flowing,
Whilst my eyes would be all of azure: and also glowing.
Love would be my law, and I would bring it to all living,
Until the world was at peace, from the act of my giving!
Would that it were, I was granted such a glorious wish,
By the one who first made me, and then cast me away!
But now I am mortal, and the beauty I crave much less,
Than what I would be like within my true: angelic dress.
But I wish I were a goddess, once more to Heaven fly…
So that I would never need to age, or ever have to die!
But I can still look beautiful, in my humble, human way.
I can walk in each night, and dance by the light of day!
- Love, Reinvented -
If I were given the fair mantle of goddess of love,
By all the divines who reign from heavens above…
I would make of love a finer thing, more glorious,
So that it would make lovers sing out, uproarious!
Imagine if lovers could merge their very spirits too.
And know ecstasies that much greater, more true,
Than any humankind has imagined in poetic verse.
Imagine love undying, never fading for the worse…
But growing more magical, with each kiss shared,
Lending the heart strength so it cannot be scared!
And that is but the beginning of my blessings kind,
I would make love truly free for every soul to find.
No soul to be lonely, but every heart fully paired…
Knowing love eternal, with not a pleasure spared!
The angels would rejoice at my creation so lovely,
And all humanity would be granted angelic beauty.
Death would be undone, so love could so endure,
Without age to take from us, those we love sure…
No longer, would passion be solely to create life.
I would make of it an art, and with it end all strife!
No need for jealousy if love is the birthright of all,
And no need for guilt when lust leads none to fall.
I would make lust a virtue, with love as its’ guide,
With not a wickedness to taint it or within it abide.
We would all be as gods then, each in a paradise,
With no boundaries or barriers, nor society’s lies!
If two hearts be in love, even if the same gender…
I would bless their union, and make it the grander.
We need not the limits that are imposed so cruel…
By those who invent “morals” they use like a fool!
Let love be our law, and let life take its’ courses…
Leaving us to live life fully, marveling at its’ forces.
If I could reinvent love I would do all this so well,
That love would redeem even the damned in Hell.
This is the blessing I would bestow upon creation,
If I were a powerful goddess, of love and elation!
If I were given the fair mantle of goddess of love,
By all the divines who reign from heavens above…
I would make of love a finer thing, more glorious,
So that it would make lovers sing out, uproarious!
Imagine if lovers could merge their very spirits too.
And know ecstasies that much greater, more true,
Than any humankind has imagined in poetic verse.
Imagine love undying, never fading for the worse…
But growing more magical, with each kiss shared,
Lending the heart strength so it cannot be scared!
And that is but the beginning of my blessings kind,
I would make love truly free for every soul to find.
No soul to be lonely, but every heart fully paired…
Knowing love eternal, with not a pleasure spared!
The angels would rejoice at my creation so lovely,
And all humanity would be granted angelic beauty.
Death would be undone, so love could so endure,
Without age to take from us, those we love sure…
No longer, would passion be solely to create life.
I would make of it an art, and with it end all strife!
No need for jealousy if love is the birthright of all,
And no need for guilt when lust leads none to fall.
I would make lust a virtue, with love as its’ guide,
With not a wickedness to taint it or within it abide.
We would all be as gods then, each in a paradise,
With no boundaries or barriers, nor society’s lies!
If two hearts be in love, even if the same gender…
I would bless their union, and make it the grander.
We need not the limits that are imposed so cruel…
By those who invent “morals” they use like a fool!
Let love be our law, and let life take its’ courses…
Leaving us to live life fully, marveling at its’ forces.
If I could reinvent love I would do all this so well,
That love would redeem even the damned in Hell.
This is the blessing I would bestow upon creation,
If I were a powerful goddess, of love and elation!
A Very Odd God
I'd find it odd to be a god 'cos every god is a bloody odd sod.
However:
We're told: It's a matter of faith you must believe
By priests who practice to deceive
You pray, they prey, it's always the same
One big guilt trip and you're to blame
So law number one: All religion gone.
If we shared out food and stuff
Everyone would have enough
To cater for their every need
And thus I'd put an end to greed
Law number two: I can't have more than you.
And maybe the most important law
Death for those who start a war
As soon as they make a warlike sound
Put the bastards 'neath the ground
Law number three: War Outlawed by decree
This earth is a paradise hung in space
A heaven for the human race
Accept it, share, and always seek
To heal the sick and protect the weak
Law number four: Love much more
And whilst I'm feeling so benign
I'd give everybody some free wine
No need to go out on the piss
Just chill out baby, feel the bliss
So ending with rule number five. It's compulsory to enjoy being alive!
There! I told you I was a bloody odd god!
I'd find it odd to be a god 'cos every god is a bloody odd sod.
However:
We're told: It's a matter of faith you must believe
By priests who practice to deceive
You pray, they prey, it's always the same
One big guilt trip and you're to blame
So law number one: All religion gone.
If we shared out food and stuff
Everyone would have enough
To cater for their every need
And thus I'd put an end to greed
Law number two: I can't have more than you.
And maybe the most important law
Death for those who start a war
As soon as they make a warlike sound
Put the bastards 'neath the ground
Law number three: War Outlawed by decree
This earth is a paradise hung in space
A heaven for the human race
Accept it, share, and always seek
To heal the sick and protect the weak
Law number four: Love much more
And whilst I'm feeling so benign
I'd give everybody some free wine
No need to go out on the piss
Just chill out baby, feel the bliss
So ending with rule number five. It's compulsory to enjoy being alive!
There! I told you I was a bloody odd god!
