Poetry competition CLOSED 15th August 2015 11:04am
WINNER
deadblackdove
deadblackdove
RUNNER-UP:
crowfly
Write a poem about a movie
The Exorcist Redux
"Get thee behind me, Pazuzu!"
The older priest bellows
Shaking the shit out of the little girl
And addressing the demon in charge
The younger priest broods
Supplying back up if needed
But he's vulnerable, subject to melancholia
And increasingly resentful of this ritual
"Enough!," he explodes
Knocking his senior aside
And seizing the girl
"Take me, motherfucker!," he screams
"I think I'll pass," Pazuzu replies
"I was just trying to have a laugh
But this is all a bit much
Goodbye, Puppet!"
The girl collapses, exhausted
Green vomit drying on her lips
"We have triumphed!," the elder priest exults
"Whatever you say," his apprentice sighs
Straightening his dog collar
And heading for the door.
"Get thee behind me, Pazuzu!"
The older priest bellows
Shaking the shit out of the little girl
And addressing the demon in charge
The younger priest broods
Supplying back up if needed
But he's vulnerable, subject to melancholia
And increasingly resentful of this ritual
"Enough!," he explodes
Knocking his senior aside
And seizing the girl
"Take me, motherfucker!," he screams
"I think I'll pass," Pazuzu replies
"I was just trying to have a laugh
But this is all a bit much
Goodbye, Puppet!"
The girl collapses, exhausted
Green vomit drying on her lips
"We have triumphed!," the elder priest exults
"Whatever you say," his apprentice sighs
Straightening his dog collar
And heading for the door.
We Were Soldiers
They fly us to the LZ
In the dead of the night
I hear the crippling screams
Of soldiers losing their fight
A massacre, a slaughter
Whatever you title it
I just want to live to see another sunrise
I have a newborn back home
But she doesn't know daddy will never come
Because I'm stuck here in Vietnam
Fighting for my country
For my sacred homeland.
They fly us to the LZ
In the dead of the night
I hear the crippling screams
Of soldiers losing their fight
A massacre, a slaughter
Whatever you title it
I just want to live to see another sunrise
I have a newborn back home
But she doesn't know daddy will never come
Because I'm stuck here in Vietnam
Fighting for my country
For my sacred homeland.
Anonymous
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Paramour
"Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon.
We have the stars."
--Bette Davis
She was on the balcony, naked
of shame, a big dipper of verse
ladling from the night one wish
at a time until holding a swollen
bag of stars bursting its seam
with goodbye.
Now, Voyager, who
cared if the moon cried?
~
"Under the Skin"
She was dark
A mysterious seductress
Consuming the bones and blood of men
Reducing them to lifeless hollow skins
Left to drift in the void of her heart
So beautiful her cover was
Irresistible her eyes, her curves, her... HER
They followed her flesh
Like a scent a dog could not resist
Without realizing the black widow in her
Was hiding beneath a sheath
Like a spider in its web
Luring its mate into a trap of desire
To feed its hunger on the lust of lovers
Oh that skin, that soft and sensual skin
What lies beneath will surely end in a fiery sin
(by JJ Johnson)
(starring Scarlet Johansson, who also plays the Black Widow in the Avengers)
She was dark
A mysterious seductress
Consuming the bones and blood of men
Reducing them to lifeless hollow skins
Left to drift in the void of her heart
So beautiful her cover was
Irresistible her eyes, her curves, her... HER
They followed her flesh
Like a scent a dog could not resist
Without realizing the black widow in her
Was hiding beneath a sheath
Like a spider in its web
Luring its mate into a trap of desire
To feed its hunger on the lust of lovers
Oh that skin, that soft and sensual skin
What lies beneath will surely end in a fiery sin
(by JJ Johnson)
(starring Scarlet Johansson, who also plays the Black Widow in the Avengers)
::The Smoke::
All of a sudden, they
plugged fading senses
in an overwhelming note
of something.. like a
streamlining streak
in mildest echoes,
"all's going
to be very well
as is all well now
as was all well as before"
the smokes
from incinerated vegetations
nearby, filled in a holy haze
their diluted fragrance
was reminiscent of a midnoon
sunshine smelt over drying
clothes, that struck strange sync
with piercing prerainy petrichors
as also an absorbing similitude
of a transcendental nostril
when closely drawn
by invisibly soaring notes
from drumming rain beats
over stony lands long-sunned
the smoke
closed eyes towards
a deep trance in seconds..
something concentrated
in an inner concentric travel
..and but woke up in seconds
that seemed a sleep of an era
things were not the same
as they were thought to be
they
stuck to their intrinsic units
and
construed perceptions
(mis)conceptions
held in the eyes of extremities
in the name of,
'experience~ expertise
pragmatism~prejudice
fantasies~hallucinations'
broke out
from swollen veins
like a cracking moulted one
to an eye of realization
that had been waiting within
p.s: a previously written scribe in my fb, inspired by the Birdman Movie,
& esp. the quote on Riggan's mirror, "A thing is a thing, not what is said of that thing",
All of a sudden, they
plugged fading senses
in an overwhelming note
of something.. like a
streamlining streak
in mildest echoes,
"all's going
to be very well
as is all well now
as was all well as before"
the smokes
from incinerated vegetations
nearby, filled in a holy haze
their diluted fragrance
was reminiscent of a midnoon
sunshine smelt over drying
clothes, that struck strange sync
with piercing prerainy petrichors
as also an absorbing similitude
of a transcendental nostril
when closely drawn
by invisibly soaring notes
from drumming rain beats
over stony lands long-sunned
the smoke
closed eyes towards
a deep trance in seconds..
something concentrated
in an inner concentric travel
..and but woke up in seconds
that seemed a sleep of an era
things were not the same
as they were thought to be
they
stuck to their intrinsic units
and
construed perceptions
(mis)conceptions
held in the eyes of extremities
in the name of,
'experience~ expertise
pragmatism~prejudice
fantasies~hallucinations'
broke out
from swollen veins
like a cracking moulted one
to an eye of realization
that had been waiting within
p.s: a previously written scribe in my fb, inspired by the Birdman Movie,
& esp. the quote on Riggan's mirror, "A thing is a thing, not what is said of that thing",
::eyes that decipher::
and there's this
purpose
the purpose behind all
that stands
in activated silence
with what seems
to be a gibberish
momentum
now you see
there's no need
of
the talks
the dance
the delineation
the jubilation
neither
the cry
the despair
the deviation
the death
when the coming
comes
it comes with eyes of embrace
digging nuclear depths
in a maddeningly
shivering calmness
generations
are not enough
to crack lucid codes
if you already have
obstinate self-blessing
of unseeing lenses
petrified passionless
with unpatriotic fixations
p.s: inspired lines from the movie The Imitation Game - Enigma.
and there's this
purpose
the purpose behind all
that stands
in activated silence
with what seems
to be a gibberish
momentum
now you see
there's no need
of
the talks
the dance
the delineation
the jubilation
neither
the cry
the despair
the deviation
the death
when the coming
comes
it comes with eyes of embrace
digging nuclear depths
in a maddeningly
shivering calmness
generations
are not enough
to crack lucid codes
if you already have
obstinate self-blessing
of unseeing lenses
petrified passionless
with unpatriotic fixations
p.s: inspired lines from the movie The Imitation Game - Enigma.
Anonymous
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Film Noir (In appreciation of 'Sin City')
The air is congealing like thickened jam.
Her lover is stuck. Knee deep in dough.
She blows the smoke from the loaded gun.
She throats her wine,
calmly stocks her silences
so as not to ruin the mapped out crosses
hidden in the back of the photo frame;
his mother in a swing dress
baited and bare as gold teeth.
And so, a tragedy of means cannot
be contained by confines of the cloth,
though he is quite dead, earthed in dust,
a lipstick mark, a glass memory
haloed in smoke and seduction;
a poisonous cologne.
Oh, the black silk slip threading needles
weaving lust into his shining hair,
the weeping clot has all but dried
for victory is a vengeful kiss,
a claret bruise marking a drive.
She twirls the diamond on her finger
pouring herself Merlot in the firelight
scarlet lips and scarlet wine,
it's as good a day as any to die.
Film Noir (In appreciation of 'Sin City')
The air is congealing like thickened jam.
Her lover is stuck. Knee deep in dough.
She blows the smoke from the loaded gun.
She throats her wine,
calmly stocks her silences
so as not to ruin the mapped out crosses
hidden in the back of the photo frame;
his mother in a swing dress
baited and bare as gold teeth.
And so, a tragedy of means cannot
be contained by confines of the cloth,
though he is quite dead, earthed in dust,
a lipstick mark, a glass memory
haloed in smoke and seduction;
a poisonous cologne.
Oh, the black silk slip threading needles
weaving lust into his shining hair,
the weeping clot has all but dried
for victory is a vengeful kiss,
a claret bruise marking a drive.
She twirls the diamond on her finger
pouring herself Merlot in the firelight
scarlet lips and scarlet wine,
it's as good a day as any to die.
Inspired by "Dirty Harry"
Magnum Farce
Inquiring about some "punk"'s luck
Not quite recalling the shot count
A click of the barrel
A roll of the dice
But turns out the "punk" was keeping track
"Yo, I'm feeling fortunate, filth," he chuckles
Picking up his own piece
While Harry reconsiders his tactics
Having been born under a very bad sign.
Magnum Farce
Inquiring about some "punk"'s luck
Not quite recalling the shot count
A click of the barrel
A roll of the dice
But turns out the "punk" was keeping track
"Yo, I'm feeling fortunate, filth," he chuckles
Picking up his own piece
While Harry reconsiders his tactics
Having been born under a very bad sign.
The Other Woman (My Diary)
All he did was lie to his love,
That's my definition of a womanizer
Who feels like a woman's world is his, but in reality the woman is in control. No matter how many other women there might be, all he will ever be is hers.
A woman scorned is not for the faint
Of heart, but for some reason men
Still feel obligated to test the beast
Maybe in hopes that her reality becomes his vision. Married to deception has to be the worst thing there is to a woman's mental health, a life filled with non truths feel like nails against the skin.
Evening meetings the cover up, late night rendezvous with someone not his, but The selfish imagination is blind, all he can think about is pink lipstick and high heels without his mind ever discussing the most serious of questions.
"Where is my wife?"
You know... That women you swore to love through the thickest of times, that woman to whom you swore to dedicate your time.
I guess I'm over it now, but at the time it hurt me deep and I swore for revenge, now here I am stirring the pot with the enemy looking for humiliation in the strangest of places, my cold heart. All I had to do was leave and never be spotted again, instead I decided to stay to enact my deepest fears against him.
Today I feel vindicated, yet strange
Today I am a woman! I win I believe
But in all truth no one can get their hand raised when it comes to betrayal.
All he did was lie to his love,
That's my definition of a womanizer
Who feels like a woman's world is his, but in reality the woman is in control. No matter how many other women there might be, all he will ever be is hers.
A woman scorned is not for the faint
Of heart, but for some reason men
Still feel obligated to test the beast
Maybe in hopes that her reality becomes his vision. Married to deception has to be the worst thing there is to a woman's mental health, a life filled with non truths feel like nails against the skin.
Evening meetings the cover up, late night rendezvous with someone not his, but The selfish imagination is blind, all he can think about is pink lipstick and high heels without his mind ever discussing the most serious of questions.
"Where is my wife?"
You know... That women you swore to love through the thickest of times, that woman to whom you swore to dedicate your time.
I guess I'm over it now, but at the time it hurt me deep and I swore for revenge, now here I am stirring the pot with the enemy looking for humiliation in the strangest of places, my cold heart. All I had to do was leave and never be spotted again, instead I decided to stay to enact my deepest fears against him.
Today I feel vindicated, yet strange
Today I am a woman! I win I believe
But in all truth no one can get their hand raised when it comes to betrayal.
Anonymous
Thanks for the nod IronFears, it was a great comp with fantastic entries and congratulations to Deadblackdove and Crowfly.
