Poetry competition CLOSED 13th August 2015 11:23am
WINNER
_shadoe_ (yiyi)
_shadoe_ (yiyi)
RUNNER-UP:
seekingkate
Fire, dust and Skin cells.
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a piece containing and linking these three concepts: Fire, Dust and Skin Cells.
-No more than 400 words
-Two entries per person
-Any style or category, as long as you find a way to incorporate all three concepts into one, complete poem.
-Good Luck!
-Two entries per person
-Any style or category, as long as you find a way to incorporate all three concepts into one, complete poem.
-Good Luck!
werbepause ~
i've been
chasing dragons
with a mouthful
of pearls
wrapped
around the bottle
where i keep
slivers of
the night ~
... those pieces
of
drunken 3am
coiled tightly
in
vomit stained sheets
& hidden
from the farce
of my sobriety ...
*
i wake
with
skin cell reminders
of strangers
trapped between
my
windchime vertebrae ~
... my self-worth
lies somewhere
cuntward
somewhere
in the dust
on mirrors
& notes ...
*
& somewhere
between
my bruised thighs
where they leave
hand written reminders
[worthless
whore]
of everything I
am ~
... i could only
offer you
the ashes of
myself ...
.
.
.
& what are
remnants
of warmth to
the fire
//
i've been
chasing dragons
with a mouthful
of pearls
wrapped
around the bottle
where i keep
slivers of
the night ~
... those pieces
of
drunken 3am
coiled tightly
in
vomit stained sheets
& hidden
from the farce
of my sobriety ...
*
i wake
with
skin cell reminders
of strangers
trapped between
my
windchime vertebrae ~
... my self-worth
lies somewhere
cuntward
somewhere
in the dust
on mirrors
& notes ...
*
& somewhere
between
my bruised thighs
where they leave
hand written reminders
[worthless
whore]
of everything I
am ~
... i could only
offer you
the ashes of
myself ...
.
.
.
& what are
remnants
of warmth to
the fire
//
Anonymous
Thank you for kicking of this competition! That's an excellent entry.
Anonymous
First, there was fire
essential for survival
around for years
with nothing else its rival
Useful beyond words
and a vision of flames
warm and bright
dangerous games
Such as life
combustible and loyal
shining impulsively
death from soil
All of the skin cells of life
have been reduced to dust
with the spark of death
being the catalyst
Lastly, there was fire
it had been around for years
no amount of preparation for this day
can alleviate all fears
essential for survival
around for years
with nothing else its rival
Useful beyond words
and a vision of flames
warm and bright
dangerous games
Such as life
combustible and loyal
shining impulsively
death from soil
All of the skin cells of life
have been reduced to dust
with the spark of death
being the catalyst
Lastly, there was fire
it had been around for years
no amount of preparation for this day
can alleviate all fears
A golden sliver
of sunlight caught
between lashes
in the heartbeat
just before waking
lighting tiny motes
dancing
somehow gracefully
ablaze
It's strange how
the potential
of morning's first breath,
the fire of dawns light
mingled with the
haze of
diminishing dreams
Can take
what now is dust
what once was skin cells
and turn them into dancing
faeries aflame.
of sunlight caught
between lashes
in the heartbeat
just before waking
lighting tiny motes
dancing
somehow gracefully
ablaze
It's strange how
the potential
of morning's first breath,
the fire of dawns light
mingled with the
haze of
diminishing dreams
Can take
what now is dust
what once was skin cells
and turn them into dancing
faeries aflame.
_shadoe_ said:werbepause ~
i've been
chasing dragons
with a mouthful
of pearls
wrapped
around the bottle
where i keep
slivers of
the night ~
... those pieces
of
drunken 3am
coiled tightly
in
vomit stained sheets
& hidden
from the farce
of my sobriety ...
*
i wake
with
skin cell reminders
of strangers
trapped between
my
windchime vertebrae ~
... my self-worth
lies somewhere
cuntward
somewhere
in the dust
on mirrors
& notes ...
*
& somewhere
between
my bruised thighs
where they leave
hand written reminders
[worthless
whore]
of everything I
am ~
... i could only
offer you
the ashes of
myself ...
.
.
.
& what are
remnants
of warmth to
the fire
//
Ahh beautiful! And tragic. Very nicely done!
i've been
chasing dragons
with a mouthful
of pearls
wrapped
around the bottle
where i keep
slivers of
the night ~
... those pieces
of
drunken 3am
coiled tightly
in
vomit stained sheets
& hidden
from the farce
of my sobriety ...
*
i wake
with
skin cell reminders
of strangers
trapped between
my
windchime vertebrae ~
... my self-worth
lies somewhere
cuntward
somewhere
in the dust
on mirrors
& notes ...
*
& somewhere
between
my bruised thighs
where they leave
hand written reminders
[worthless
whore]
of everything I
am ~
... i could only
offer you
the ashes of
myself ...
.
.
.
& what are
remnants
of warmth to
the fire
//
Ahh beautiful! And tragic. Very nicely done!
Anonymous
Thank you for the entries so far, poets. They are great! Remember, you may submit two poems each. Keep the inspiration flowing 
Anonymous
I wish i was fire.
I wish i was fire,
To put the humanity in ash,
I wish i was water,
To put the humanity in the dark,
I wish i was god,
To push the earth in the deep.
And do not worry about your Skin Cells,
When i will be done not one of your bones will remain.
I wish i was fire,
To put the humanity in ash,
I wish i was water,
To put the humanity in the dark,
I wish i was god,
To push the earth in the deep.
And do not worry about your Skin Cells,
When i will be done not one of your bones will remain.
WHAT REMAINS
The fires of the crematory a pine box shoved inside
These flames burn so hot they could be Hell's themepark ride
A piece of bone or one lone tooth at the end is all you'll find
When a person's turned to ashes there's not much left behind
The flames consume the body with oh so little care
Good man, Bad man, doesn't matter your soul's no longer there
Ashes in a vase to be scattered to the wind
No one can tell these ashes once were cells of skin
Those remaining will go on, as, of course, they must
Another fine example of "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust"
The fires of the crematory a pine box shoved inside
These flames burn so hot they could be Hell's themepark ride
A piece of bone or one lone tooth at the end is all you'll find
When a person's turned to ashes there's not much left behind
The flames consume the body with oh so little care
Good man, Bad man, doesn't matter your soul's no longer there
Ashes in a vase to be scattered to the wind
No one can tell these ashes once were cells of skin
Those remaining will go on, as, of course, they must
Another fine example of "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust"
I Will Live On...
skin that was once brown and supple
that breathed to help keep me alive
is now dead with in and with out me
skin cells don’t lie
I watch as they lift my body on high
carrying me to my funeral pyre
where flames of fire rise into the sultry night sky
yet inside, I feel as cold as ice
my soul, like the phoenix, will rise and fly
into the vessel of that fair child
I spy out of the corner of my inner eye
as she stands watching, wondering
that’s it my darling
scrap up my body that has turned to dust
keep who you were safe, it's a must
bury me when the full moon is high
and l will live on through your eyes
skin that was once brown and supple
that breathed to help keep me alive
is now dead with in and with out me
skin cells don’t lie
I watch as they lift my body on high
carrying me to my funeral pyre
where flames of fire rise into the sultry night sky
yet inside, I feel as cold as ice
my soul, like the phoenix, will rise and fly
into the vessel of that fair child
I spy out of the corner of my inner eye
as she stands watching, wondering
that’s it my darling
scrap up my body that has turned to dust
keep who you were safe, it's a must
bury me when the full moon is high
and l will live on through your eyes
i make fire with sticks
i take the dust i came from
and i make bricks
stone spears cannot pierce my
skin cells
A bed of rocks is where my skin
dwells
The caveman's fire engulfs the world
From the dust he conjures art
His coat made of nothing but skin cells
listen to history as it foretells
that we are nothing but fire,dust and skin cells
i am sagerhythm
i take the dust i came from
and i make bricks
stone spears cannot pierce my
skin cells
A bed of rocks is where my skin
dwells
The caveman's fire engulfs the world
From the dust he conjures art
His coat made of nothing but skin cells
listen to history as it foretells
that we are nothing but fire,dust and skin cells
i am sagerhythm
Recipe # 23: Infidel Delight
Ingredients:
People who do not subscribe to your beliefs, preferably religious
Ski masks, burkas, veils or other means to hide your cowardly face
Grenades
Rocket Launchers (if you’re well-funded)
Knife (for quick, rudimentary actions)
Internet access
Camera or video camera
Quiet, secluded work area
Instructions:
1. Have available, your grenades, knives and rocket launchers. (Note: other incendiary devices can be substituted depending on your locale and objective) These should be prepared beforehand, in your private work area
2. Don your ski masks, veils, etc. to conceal your identity
3. Be sure your cameraman is ready to begin filming and is instructed on internet social media use, to share your creation with the world
4. Gather your infidels
5. Firebomb them and watch their skin cells turn to dust
6. Wave your knives in the air while praising whoever your gods are
7. Upload the pictures and video to the internet
8. Show the world how fucking great you think you are
9. Leave the embers and dust for those left behind, to clean up
10. Pray that you’re not next
Ingredients:
People who do not subscribe to your beliefs, preferably religious
Ski masks, burkas, veils or other means to hide your cowardly face
Grenades
Rocket Launchers (if you’re well-funded)
Knife (for quick, rudimentary actions)
Internet access
Camera or video camera
Quiet, secluded work area
Instructions:
1. Have available, your grenades, knives and rocket launchers. (Note: other incendiary devices can be substituted depending on your locale and objective) These should be prepared beforehand, in your private work area
2. Don your ski masks, veils, etc. to conceal your identity
3. Be sure your cameraman is ready to begin filming and is instructed on internet social media use, to share your creation with the world
4. Gather your infidels
5. Firebomb them and watch their skin cells turn to dust
6. Wave your knives in the air while praising whoever your gods are
7. Upload the pictures and video to the internet
8. Show the world how fucking great you think you are
9. Leave the embers and dust for those left behind, to clean up
10. Pray that you’re not next
Fire, dust, skin cells, dubious fame...
{Phoenix}
First there was fire
It always began thus
They always got portions of it wrong, but this they got right
Fire begins it
From the ashes
Her ashes
Dust
Her remains
(this, then, the part always wrong in one key aspect)
Still, much of her truth
Prevails
From her ashes
She rises
Triumphant again
Death no víctor here
Man with his obsession with the skin one's in
changes her legend
her very skin cells
to suit his mien
Now, rather than her rise (renewal shared) again and again
Tis his alone o'er and o'er
Yet what they've failed to
perceive
cannot seem to
conceive
is the strength in her love
{Phoenix}
First there was fire
It always began thus
They always got portions of it wrong, but this they got right
Fire begins it
From the ashes
Her ashes
Dust
Her remains
(this, then, the part always wrong in one key aspect)
Still, much of her truth
Prevails
From her ashes
She rises
Triumphant again
Death no víctor here
Man with his obsession with the skin one's in
changes her legend
her very skin cells
to suit his mien
Now, rather than her rise (renewal shared) again and again
Tis his alone o'er and o'er
Yet what they've failed to
perceive
cannot seem to
conceive
is the strength in her love
