Poetry competition CLOSED 7th May 2015 10:11pm
WINNER
Fetchitnow
Fetchitnow
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and kriticool
Observation
BENTWOOD
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This is about a sub-section, call it “Bent-Wood”
Where the greenery had been uprooted as much as one could
Many have said too loose for it’s own good. Despite this
Some folk have settled in. Swooped in
The latest trend in “Yes-We-Can”
For some it’s been about them cravings. How they’ve
lit onto the surface like ravens
Each Edgar, each Allan
Arm-chairing like Jimmy Fallon
Rooted alongside handpicked sidekicks
Yeah we said it; we'll see how long it sticks
Nighttime cliques dressed as Poe birds
Poetically laid back with their medicinal herbs
Arriving with an “A” plan...
An ever so serious plan called “Coming in for (the) Good”
Constructed with such relative ease
Survival? For them it’s been by degrees
Positioning themselves to be the greatest
The latest at raising fees... Brokering
Imitating the busiest of bees. New, bold
Grabbing hold another land grab to unfold
For sure...from the door every attempt is to score
it’ll be, “let’s get more”
The thinking,
this’ll be the place… their place
Wherein most, if not all Stop & Go’s
No longer be for the Regular Joes. Now it’ll be
Annual Beer Fests without pests
Paying more for less and that’s the “new” what’s up
A different ambiance somewhat prolific
Let’s get specific they’ll be fewer naileries
Replaced by more & more corner store café’s
The Slim. The Trim with their fewer calories
A distinct preference in proclivities
The toast of The Post-Post-Post Baby-Boomers
These new-line consumers
We’re citing Well-Founded Rumors
Whereas the current market won’t be able to spark it
Each dismal attempt another “Oh Wow”
Another nod; an “Oh my God” then off to the races
Meaning those… “Off-the-grid-by-the-interstate places”
Bent-Wood, as far as the past barely leaving any traces
Just blown away ash, new cash is what the 'Wood faces
Exposing a new way; again the poor without clout
With Great-Grands asking, “What’s this all about?”
Just tell ‘em, “those with cash, its been all worked out
You’ll be moving away soon and that’s without doubt”
[right]when you can't find fried...you'll know it's gentrified[/right]
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This is about a sub-section, call it “Bent-Wood”
Where the greenery had been uprooted as much as one could
Many have said too loose for it’s own good. Despite this
Some folk have settled in. Swooped in
The latest trend in “Yes-We-Can”
For some it’s been about them cravings. How they’ve
lit onto the surface like ravens
Each Edgar, each Allan
Arm-chairing like Jimmy Fallon
Rooted alongside handpicked sidekicks
Yeah we said it; we'll see how long it sticks
Nighttime cliques dressed as Poe birds
Poetically laid back with their medicinal herbs
Arriving with an “A” plan...
An ever so serious plan called “Coming in for (the) Good”
Constructed with such relative ease
Survival? For them it’s been by degrees
Positioning themselves to be the greatest
The latest at raising fees... Brokering
Imitating the busiest of bees. New, bold
Grabbing hold another land grab to unfold
For sure...from the door every attempt is to score
it’ll be, “let’s get more”
The thinking,
this’ll be the place… their place
Wherein most, if not all Stop & Go’s
No longer be for the Regular Joes. Now it’ll be
Annual Beer Fests without pests
Paying more for less and that’s the “new” what’s up
A different ambiance somewhat prolific
Let’s get specific they’ll be fewer naileries
Replaced by more & more corner store café’s
The Slim. The Trim with their fewer calories
A distinct preference in proclivities
The toast of The Post-Post-Post Baby-Boomers
These new-line consumers
We’re citing Well-Founded Rumors
Whereas the current market won’t be able to spark it
Each dismal attempt another “Oh Wow”
Another nod; an “Oh my God” then off to the races
Meaning those… “Off-the-grid-by-the-interstate places”
Bent-Wood, as far as the past barely leaving any traces
Just blown away ash, new cash is what the 'Wood faces
Exposing a new way; again the poor without clout
With Great-Grands asking, “What’s this all about?”
Just tell ‘em, “those with cash, its been all worked out
You’ll be moving away soon and that’s without doubt”
[right]when you can't find fried...you'll know it's gentrified[/right]
somewhere, it used to be called home
razor wire crowned fences
stretched to the plum crevice
where intolerance chiseled
a stark crevasse
& waited
somewhere
with predatory grace
for the sun to collapse ~
... it seemed the ocean
retreated from the dark
to leave steel periwinkles
in its wake
when the rest slumbered
somewhere
in apathetic twilight ...
*
pointed fingers prodded
the onus like a slug
still warm from the chamber
& a rich man giggled
somewhere
sanctioning
behind his high walls
regardless of sanctions ~
... a stomach rumbled
somewhere
drowned out by
the rapid fire of blame
only the innocent died
amid anarchy's crumbled architecture
they always do...
//
razor wire crowned fences
stretched to the plum crevice
where intolerance chiseled
a stark crevasse
& waited
somewhere
with predatory grace
for the sun to collapse ~
... it seemed the ocean
retreated from the dark
to leave steel periwinkles
in its wake
when the rest slumbered
somewhere
in apathetic twilight ...
*
pointed fingers prodded
the onus like a slug
still warm from the chamber
& a rich man giggled
somewhere
sanctioning
behind his high walls
regardless of sanctions ~
... a stomach rumbled
somewhere
drowned out by
the rapid fire of blame
only the innocent died
amid anarchy's crumbled architecture
they always do...
//
Yes, butt..
poster on the lamppost says:
they already have civil unions
don't redefine marriage
vote no
and I suppose on the face of it
I'd have to agree
why the hell do gays want a church
to bless their union
I know plenty of people
born with gayness
some
you'd never know to look at them
some flaming
all not short of creativeness
so why can't they create a gay church
full of gay saints and martyrs
and a gay head to officiate
all the gayness to the gay sheep
strikes me that they only want
what they can't have
bunch of divas
I'll vote yes anyway
cos the church can have them
and the family courts
maybe if they get a yes vote
they'll shut the fuck up
and get on with loving their partners
without all the flaming drama
poster on the lamppost says:
they already have civil unions
don't redefine marriage
vote no
and I suppose on the face of it
I'd have to agree
why the hell do gays want a church
to bless their union
I know plenty of people
born with gayness
some
you'd never know to look at them
some flaming
all not short of creativeness
so why can't they create a gay church
full of gay saints and martyrs
and a gay head to officiate
all the gayness to the gay sheep
strikes me that they only want
what they can't have
bunch of divas
I'll vote yes anyway
cos the church can have them
and the family courts
maybe if they get a yes vote
they'll shut the fuck up
and get on with loving their partners
without all the flaming drama
...
tried to strong arm god
hid behind Mary's virtue
such a mama's boy
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tried to strong arm god
hid behind Mary's virtue
such a mama's boy
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The waiting room
the young mother was flustered
her face fraught with worry, leaned in
and whispered "I just don't know..
he's been awake since five this morning
and hasn't eaten a thing
in the last two hours
I just don't know what's wrong..
no temperature, or rash
changed him
on the hour every hour
I just don't know what wrong with me
he should be napping now
and he hasn't had a hint of a smile
since the Mickey mouse clubhouse
was on the tv four hours ago "
the young mother was flustered
her face fraught with worry, leaned in
and whispered "I just don't know..
he's been awake since five this morning
and hasn't eaten a thing
in the last two hours
I just don't know what's wrong..
no temperature, or rash
changed him
on the hour every hour
I just don't know what wrong with me
he should be napping now
and he hasn't had a hint of a smile
since the Mickey mouse clubhouse
was on the tv four hours ago "
- Altered Memory -
When I was just a teenager, I went to a park,
In search of serenity and sometimes adventure.
I remembered it as a peaceful place often still!
Filled with golden memories, as may oft hark,
To one’s nostalgia, when one is more mature.
One day I thought to return there, and so fill,
My curiosity as to whether the place changed.
I am a grown woman now, of different mind…
Less angry, less filled with angst and madness.
The golden afternoon light seemed estranged,
As the shadows all seemed darker, I did find.
Gone was the old magic, and in my sadness…
I realized, the magic was never in the woods,
But in my heart more than those ancient trees.
I drew it out, and it came forth in fair floods…
As for a moment, I felt a familiarly soft breeze.
It did not last.
I could sense the presence of woodland perils,
Unknown to me when I was in younger years!
The thoughts of human beings seemed darkest.
I felt the presence of men and their cruelest ills,
And in that moment of gnosis, I wept my tears.
There was no longer innocence in that forest…
I felt like a little girl lost, and far from my home.
Fear of the big bad wolf was within my bosom,
For an adult woman fears things no child might.
I left that place hastily, and did not there roam,
For I longed for my gardens and their blossom!
They awaited me at my house, with their light…
Where I was safe and secure in new memories.
It is best sometimes to not revisit things gone…
Lest we find them altered, from those dignities,
Which nostalgia creates like the glow of dawn!
A dawn now long past.
When I was just a teenager, I went to a park,
In search of serenity and sometimes adventure.
I remembered it as a peaceful place often still!
Filled with golden memories, as may oft hark,
To one’s nostalgia, when one is more mature.
One day I thought to return there, and so fill,
My curiosity as to whether the place changed.
I am a grown woman now, of different mind…
Less angry, less filled with angst and madness.
The golden afternoon light seemed estranged,
As the shadows all seemed darker, I did find.
Gone was the old magic, and in my sadness…
I realized, the magic was never in the woods,
But in my heart more than those ancient trees.
I drew it out, and it came forth in fair floods…
As for a moment, I felt a familiarly soft breeze.
It did not last.
I could sense the presence of woodland perils,
Unknown to me when I was in younger years!
The thoughts of human beings seemed darkest.
I felt the presence of men and their cruelest ills,
And in that moment of gnosis, I wept my tears.
There was no longer innocence in that forest…
I felt like a little girl lost, and far from my home.
Fear of the big bad wolf was within my bosom,
For an adult woman fears things no child might.
I left that place hastily, and did not there roam,
For I longed for my gardens and their blossom!
They awaited me at my house, with their light…
Where I was safe and secure in new memories.
It is best sometimes to not revisit things gone…
Lest we find them altered, from those dignities,
Which nostalgia creates like the glow of dawn!
A dawn now long past.
- Nature’s Peace -
There is a park in a backwoods country town,
Where a mountain stream flows bubbling clear.
High rocks look out over the water as it goes…
And a sandy stretch runs, from rocks to forest.
The sound of that stream can erase any frown!
As a child I played on the sand, having no fear,
Skipping stones, often splashing with my toes…
I felt a sense of inner peace that I’ll not contest.
Beyond that place by an old forest trail’s way,
Was a tiny marsh: where frogs sat on lily pads.
Croaking in the twilight of a long summer day,
The sound was more to me, than passing fads.
Across a bridge of old logs thrown together…
There was a field, filled with many living trees.
Its’ grass grew tall no matter of the weather…
And flowers did bloom, in the gentlest breeze.
Amidst that splendor was a maze of hedges…
Made for adventure, for young and old alike!
Cut into a labyrinth, with many long passages,
Where you could lose time as off you’d strike.
To a young child, fond of adventurous stories…
Secure in the hand of your mother at your side,
You could pretend to be on a quest for glories.
You could adventure where wild dreams abide.
Today the maze no longer exists to be found…
But the memory of it brings peace to my spirit.
Nature’s wild glories still decorate that ground,
And children still will play there, drawn near it.
I like to go back there to walk the oldest trails,
To bask in the glory of the trees and flowers…
There is a peace in such places that never fails,
To enthrall my soul in the grasp of its’ powers!
There is a park in a backwoods country town,
Where a mountain stream flows bubbling clear.
High rocks look out over the water as it goes…
And a sandy stretch runs, from rocks to forest.
The sound of that stream can erase any frown!
As a child I played on the sand, having no fear,
Skipping stones, often splashing with my toes…
I felt a sense of inner peace that I’ll not contest.
Beyond that place by an old forest trail’s way,
Was a tiny marsh: where frogs sat on lily pads.
Croaking in the twilight of a long summer day,
The sound was more to me, than passing fads.
Across a bridge of old logs thrown together…
There was a field, filled with many living trees.
Its’ grass grew tall no matter of the weather…
And flowers did bloom, in the gentlest breeze.
Amidst that splendor was a maze of hedges…
Made for adventure, for young and old alike!
Cut into a labyrinth, with many long passages,
Where you could lose time as off you’d strike.
To a young child, fond of adventurous stories…
Secure in the hand of your mother at your side,
You could pretend to be on a quest for glories.
You could adventure where wild dreams abide.
Today the maze no longer exists to be found…
But the memory of it brings peace to my spirit.
Nature’s wild glories still decorate that ground,
And children still will play there, drawn near it.
I like to go back there to walk the oldest trails,
To bask in the glory of the trees and flowers…
There is a peace in such places that never fails,
To enthrall my soul in the grasp of its’ powers!
crooked rainbow
the roof leaks & the faucet drips.
after a sullen evening rain, they harmonize in a
vagrant duet of teardrop melodies. the gimpy
icebox knocks, adding tympany to the moody,
echoing blues.
sometimes when I’m sober, I make a half-ass
commitment to get all these arthritic maladies
repaired, make this old house tenable for myself
& the whispering ghosts…
…or burn it down.
just beyond the front porch, the small animals,
chipmunks & rabbits, worry that this solitary man
will deplete the glories of their haven.
& the willows have a reason to weep.
when sunlight breaks thru the blemished glass in
the window, it smudges the wall with a crooked
rainbow. I embrace the elusive joy of it; it’s as
close as I’ll ever get to the nobility of gold.
(on a night when you’re in bed without a lover,
think of me for only a moment.
then sleep.)
the roof leaks & the faucet drips.
after a sullen evening rain, they harmonize in a
vagrant duet of teardrop melodies. the gimpy
icebox knocks, adding tympany to the moody,
echoing blues.
sometimes when I’m sober, I make a half-ass
commitment to get all these arthritic maladies
repaired, make this old house tenable for myself
& the whispering ghosts…
…or burn it down.
just beyond the front porch, the small animals,
chipmunks & rabbits, worry that this solitary man
will deplete the glories of their haven.
& the willows have a reason to weep.
when sunlight breaks thru the blemished glass in
the window, it smudges the wall with a crooked
rainbow. I embrace the elusive joy of it; it’s as
close as I’ll ever get to the nobility of gold.
(on a night when you’re in bed without a lover,
think of me for only a moment.
then sleep.)
.:Some Mutha’s Wit (Dreamgirls-Redux):.
new era
head fitted for the snap-back
whitney? wished she would've bounced back
from old Houston
right into that slicker Knowles
LORD Knows in life wishing for
such & such to unfold
the pathway sometimes that’s just how it goes
you’ll get motherhood, worldly good
perhaps a few new clothes
gorgeous skin some saying attributable to that melanin
add-ons to reel ‘em in; the reality of physicality
making a way for that thing called beauty
living a life that’s upright of course the expected duty
some be saying the Bey. That her life's the best of all dreams
it's like that or at least that’s how it seems
like fine wine; she could be toasting up all the time
yet that kinda lifestyle can hurt the body and the mind
so, for sure she ain’t no Lil’ Kim (NO hate) but naw
Bey is not out on that limb, look
the Bey, she still slim & trim, least for him
got that Jay ‘til he Z…and she down with him
an act she’ll probably never ever hesitate
can tell by the way they navigate
but to further illustrate
they can definitely forgo the paparazzi
haphazardly, on occasion making life sloppy
always hovering around aplenty
peeping tom cats and their magazines
and amongst others are those with envy
while Blue Ivy…B&Z, they both know
B.I. gonna expect both Shawn and wifey to flow
so they got to stay true; us too..
alotta times they be representing me and you
sometimes a whole lot more than what Michelle and B do
y’all know that to be true
yet all is GOD’s Will…so don’t deny it
whatever your answer is
we can act or not act like we ain’t buying it
like it’s a bad bong or maybe the wrong song
the one smoked up or sung too long
all of it done ‘til gone and…
the questioning of…at whose expense?
still not convinced c’mon make some sense
nothing in life is happenstance...
all that gold factoring and
there’s still a lot of over-the-top platinum acting
but can’t be napping when a wakeup is happening
trying to make right all those incorrect answers
like fancy dances…
wherein some forget how to sit ‘em out
get pulled-out then posted up
the greatest lovers of all; now what’s up?
perhaps an honest resolution for all that toasting up
where some done forgot they were sent here as a remedy
an example of human indemnity
but them too wanting to swing from them polls
wanting to dance those hot coals
swingers? death by their own 10-fingers
serving as special projects for them death bringers
living and dying without trying; go ahead
tell me if I’m lying?
listen…some folk actually be slaving
wasted, with wasted energy misbehaving
doing it for free with minds that don’t listen
as for me…without doubt, I strive to glisten
yet sums of us living for what’s dumb
dictated half-ass freedom always out to get some
wrapped up just watch when you see ‘em
by any means, out & about trying to get it
can’t fret it though; B-cuz they aughta know
but nonetheless we’ll be callin’ em out
all them wannabe trying to coast the easy rout
and we’ll be humbly requesting
the effervescent presence of the healers
while welcoming back any & all wheelers & dealers
knowing for sure what they need to do too
but, yeah we all gotta stay true…I know you knew
doing for mine, yours and Blue
where honesty begets dynasty
with dishonesty?
highly likely you’ll die nasty
so everyone should know to stay frosty
whereas anything else proves costly!
I AM OK.
Was Jesus an impersonator or the original son of the creator
Did he steal ones name then get all the credit and fame
Lying about, Hanging about, Wandering about
The stuff he was saying, no wonder we still have heaps of doubt
Maybe he could tell a sensational bedtime story
If so, did he copyright it all and will he sue for defamation
Or was he just like the rest and after all the worlds glory
Inside hiding the real source of all his information
All things come and go, like World Leaders, Empires, Big Bang Theories & Co
He went on trial, then got lucky, then had groupies following him along the Nile
Do you think he will bother to give us a call
Before he comes backdown to judge us all
Gee time flies when you believe in yourself
Hope I'm still here if he returns, to at least defend myself
Jesus Christ, Oh my God, God just spoke to me. Looks like I'm the chosen one
He said get ready and wait for his text, for I'm up next
For has anyone bothered to do a family tree search
If you did, you'd know dad had more than just one son
We have the same DNA as mum but dad emptied his spirit in not just one bowl
So next time you hear the almighty word from ones mouth
Listen carefully from deep inside ones own memory soul
Remember your parents advice when you were a young youth
Because all creatures born on earth instantly know their meaning of life details
So don't ever think you are the chosen black sheep in your family fairytales
Live your life, Fly like a bird, Just be Happy and Free and be ONE with your creator.
Was Jesus an impersonator or the original son of the creator
Did he steal ones name then get all the credit and fame
Lying about, Hanging about, Wandering about
The stuff he was saying, no wonder we still have heaps of doubt
Maybe he could tell a sensational bedtime story
If so, did he copyright it all and will he sue for defamation
Or was he just like the rest and after all the worlds glory
Inside hiding the real source of all his information
All things come and go, like World Leaders, Empires, Big Bang Theories & Co
He went on trial, then got lucky, then had groupies following him along the Nile
Do you think he will bother to give us a call
Before he comes backdown to judge us all
Gee time flies when you believe in yourself
Hope I'm still here if he returns, to at least defend myself
Jesus Christ, Oh my God, God just spoke to me. Looks like I'm the chosen one
He said get ready and wait for his text, for I'm up next
For has anyone bothered to do a family tree search
If you did, you'd know dad had more than just one son
We have the same DNA as mum but dad emptied his spirit in not just one bowl
So next time you hear the almighty word from ones mouth
Listen carefully from deep inside ones own memory soul
Remember your parents advice when you were a young youth
Because all creatures born on earth instantly know their meaning of life details
So don't ever think you are the chosen black sheep in your family fairytales
Live your life, Fly like a bird, Just be Happy and Free and be ONE with your creator.
US Heroes
You can call us all, including our dog, your hero men
So when you need help quickly call 9/11
Rescue we try and save you we hope, from Gods sun filled heaven
but sometimes we lose out to the Devil in this ash scattered hell
Climbing the steps and spraying the fire, that nobody's skin should've felt
Bringing you out, one by one, just hold on tight to my safety belt.
We are there to protect you, not to distress you
Dressed in blue, pistol and taser at side, all in full view
We arrest the speedsters, traffickers and all the gangsters
Let the judges decide if the sentence should incur extra time for visitors
Your lawyers, barristers and familiar jailbird friends
Will testify, use false alibi to get you off and to make amends.
Were racing to the scene with the medicine in the back
Inside bed, needles and portable CPR machine, just in case of a heart attack
We will revive the dead, patch up a sore head and even help mother with newborn
So let us through with ease and don't for a second put your hand on the horn
For one day it might be you or your family or even a long lost friend
That is waiting for the moving medical miracle machine in the end.
We dress in disguise, mainly in tree green and dirt black
On the back of tanks, falling from the sky and we won't take any flak
We're here with orders from the guy at the top
So don't get upset at us, when we come back with a hop
We fight to protect the freedom of all mankind
Just doing our job and hoping not to leave, anyone behind.
You can call us all, including our dog, your hero men
So when you need help quickly call 9/11
Rescue we try and save you we hope, from Gods sun filled heaven
but sometimes we lose out to the Devil in this ash scattered hell
Climbing the steps and spraying the fire, that nobody's skin should've felt
Bringing you out, one by one, just hold on tight to my safety belt.
We are there to protect you, not to distress you
Dressed in blue, pistol and taser at side, all in full view
We arrest the speedsters, traffickers and all the gangsters
Let the judges decide if the sentence should incur extra time for visitors
Your lawyers, barristers and familiar jailbird friends
Will testify, use false alibi to get you off and to make amends.
Were racing to the scene with the medicine in the back
Inside bed, needles and portable CPR machine, just in case of a heart attack
We will revive the dead, patch up a sore head and even help mother with newborn
So let us through with ease and don't for a second put your hand on the horn
For one day it might be you or your family or even a long lost friend
That is waiting for the moving medical miracle machine in the end.
We dress in disguise, mainly in tree green and dirt black
On the back of tanks, falling from the sky and we won't take any flak
We're here with orders from the guy at the top
So don't get upset at us, when we come back with a hop
We fight to protect the freedom of all mankind
Just doing our job and hoping not to leave, anyone behind.
Tabula Rasa
Pristine, new-fallen,
Blank with expectation,
The untrod snow invites us
To make our mark with foot and sledge and plough,
To etch upon its waiting whiteness: 'We are here.'
Bright, still, glass-clear,
The pool at dawn awaits us.
We plunge, and all is broken;
We leave it churned and heaving in our wake.
Through turmoil we have stated: ‘We are here.’
We pause awhile
Above the empty page.
What boundless possibilities are there.
We cannot leave it void, we must respond:
Scribimus ergo sumus. We are here.
And being thus, can we resist
The offer of the new-born child?.
Pristine, new-fallen,
Blank with expectation,
The untrod snow invites us
To make our mark with foot and sledge and plough,
To etch upon its waiting whiteness: 'We are here.'
Bright, still, glass-clear,
The pool at dawn awaits us.
We plunge, and all is broken;
We leave it churned and heaving in our wake.
Through turmoil we have stated: ‘We are here.’
We pause awhile
Above the empty page.
What boundless possibilities are there.
We cannot leave it void, we must respond:
Scribimus ergo sumus. We are here.
And being thus, can we resist
The offer of the new-born child?.
