Poetry competition CLOSED 1st November 2015 3:46pm
WINNER
MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
RUNNER-UP:
toniscales
Song Lyric based poetry..
(My example piece)
Cold Heart of a Golden Ho
"Her hair is Harlowe gold
Her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold"
Sweet surprise nuttin! Cherry lips sellin hungry..hungry..
"She'll wet your appetite." but easy darlin..all terrible..
Lies.
Baby's purty tits be like a witch.. Ice..pure cold, coool bitch..
That slag slice.
If them porcelain hands are warm? Ain' no sign a nice..
Means Harlow gold, been holdin that ol' Devils sack in her alabaster vice..
"And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you"
Grrrls sweet chatter has shattered..right ohn through..
Many a tough mans rough exterior.. Leavin their heart and their baby soft posterior..
Exposed.
"She's ferocious!" licks up their bleedin heart ons..fucks him right up the other..and he is left utterly...
Disposed.
"She's precocious and she knows just What it takes to make a pro blush"
Gals Satan's trick see..true hell bitch she..
Sucks a powerful good cock though.. Through a Sweet talkin cupid's bow.. "Pure as New York's snow"
Thas about it..mmhhmm....
Those glistnen femme thighs turned many a Angel's sweet sighs of cream..
To a Demons holla..jes listnen to that crazy beautiful cunt scream..
"She got Greta Garbo stand off sighs"
Gold walks causally away with a back handed wave of careless g'bye..
Leaves 'em in a wretched state of undivine..
Oooh jes Listen to that poor unlucky sucker whine..
Yeeeaah buddy wasn't her cum'ohn fine!?
Watch it! Cuz it's the walk away..
Swung back 'n forth in a Sex Goddess rhythm sway..
Then a thrown ova the shoulder..wink..ahh!
"She's got Bette Davis eyes"
That jes might make you forget..the place she left ya in..."What a dump!"
(Lyrics to Kim Karnes singing Bette Davis Eye's)
(Bette Davis famous line "What a dump" 1949 Beyond the Forest)
Cold Heart of a Golden Ho
"Her hair is Harlowe gold
Her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold"
Sweet surprise nuttin! Cherry lips sellin hungry..hungry..
"She'll wet your appetite." but easy darlin..all terrible..
Lies.
Baby's purty tits be like a witch.. Ice..pure cold, coool bitch..
That slag slice.
If them porcelain hands are warm? Ain' no sign a nice..
Means Harlow gold, been holdin that ol' Devils sack in her alabaster vice..
"And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you"
Grrrls sweet chatter has shattered..right ohn through..
Many a tough mans rough exterior.. Leavin their heart and their baby soft posterior..
Exposed.
"She's ferocious!" licks up their bleedin heart ons..fucks him right up the other..and he is left utterly...
Disposed.
"She's precocious and she knows just What it takes to make a pro blush"
Gals Satan's trick see..true hell bitch she..
Sucks a powerful good cock though.. Through a Sweet talkin cupid's bow.. "Pure as New York's snow"
Thas about it..mmhhmm....
Those glistnen femme thighs turned many a Angel's sweet sighs of cream..
To a Demons holla..jes listnen to that crazy beautiful cunt scream..
"She got Greta Garbo stand off sighs"
Gold walks causally away with a back handed wave of careless g'bye..
Leaves 'em in a wretched state of undivine..
Oooh jes Listen to that poor unlucky sucker whine..
Yeeeaah buddy wasn't her cum'ohn fine!?
Watch it! Cuz it's the walk away..
Swung back 'n forth in a Sex Goddess rhythm sway..
Then a thrown ova the shoulder..wink..ahh!
"She's got Bette Davis eyes"
That jes might make you forget..the place she left ya in..."What a dump!"
(Lyrics to Kim Karnes singing Bette Davis Eye's)
(Bette Davis famous line "What a dump" 1949 Beyond the Forest)
Ok, my attempt (((((and with a deep sigh))))))) here goes:
Work-a-man's Song
“ driving down that long lonesome highway......”
…...asphalt ribbon winding
tossing blackened spatters
upon new paint,
the sound of your own wheels turning
exorcising haints,
the “Shining” raised before your weary eyes
“......day after day, I'm more confused
as I look for the light through the pouring rain”
peacefulness
and solace found
in the sounds of beautiful,
melancholy days gone by
but my soul lift
ancient melodies up
to the cool clear skies
this lonely place is
not my earthly home......
“.....give me the beat boys
to free my soul
I wanna' get lost in your rock and roll
and drift away”
to die away easy,
in death, life reappears
a founding of my love ones
no longer here
but there in mind,
time after time
sweet memories erase away the fears
of living in this
“brave new world”
.......i drift as i drive
untested,
constantly molested
contentious,
tarnished , untamed
spoken, nonchalantly
do you not see or feel the peoples pain ?
….love careth not
a cauldron, boiling of insane
dreams dare not abound
nor hope resurrected
the elevator going
down......
…..seems that's all that's left of this “better mousetrap now”
“.....when my mind is free
you know a melody can move me
and when I'm feeling blue
the guitar's coming through to soothe me “
I drive the main road
tired, jaded
my mind sorely faded...
overload
The lineman's gentle lullaby
I close my eyes
staring off into the skies
for an answer......
…...but it just won't burn
looking for a solution
in the midst
of life's perilous storms
“......give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I want to get lost in your rock and roll
and drift away
give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away “
"Drift Away" by the late, great Dobie Gray, r.i.p. and just a hint of "Wichita Lineman" by Glen Campbell and Jimmy Webb
Work-a-man's Song
“ driving down that long lonesome highway......”
…...asphalt ribbon winding
tossing blackened spatters
upon new paint,
the sound of your own wheels turning
exorcising haints,
the “Shining” raised before your weary eyes
“......day after day, I'm more confused
as I look for the light through the pouring rain”
peacefulness
and solace found
in the sounds of beautiful,
melancholy days gone by
but my soul lift
ancient melodies up
to the cool clear skies
this lonely place is
not my earthly home......
“.....give me the beat boys
to free my soul
I wanna' get lost in your rock and roll
and drift away”
to die away easy,
in death, life reappears
a founding of my love ones
no longer here
but there in mind,
time after time
sweet memories erase away the fears
of living in this
“brave new world”
.......i drift as i drive
untested,
constantly molested
contentious,
tarnished , untamed
spoken, nonchalantly
do you not see or feel the peoples pain ?
….love careth not
a cauldron, boiling of insane
dreams dare not abound
nor hope resurrected
the elevator going
down......
…..seems that's all that's left of this “better mousetrap now”
“.....when my mind is free
you know a melody can move me
and when I'm feeling blue
the guitar's coming through to soothe me “
I drive the main road
tired, jaded
my mind sorely faded...
overload
The lineman's gentle lullaby
I close my eyes
staring off into the skies
for an answer......
…...but it just won't burn
looking for a solution
in the midst
of life's perilous storms
“......give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I want to get lost in your rock and roll
and drift away
give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away “
"Drift Away" by the late, great Dobie Gray, r.i.p. and just a hint of "Wichita Lineman" by Glen Campbell and Jimmy Webb
Thanks so much Mr.Mahogony Wood for your gorgeous first entry..
I love Mr. Campbell (my trucker grampas favorite listened to him all the time in my youth) and Drift Away is so beautiful and who doesn't know that refrain
You did grand justice to its "soothe" of meloncholia..lonliness by memory can seep in and take us away, but we have music..to lift us..or be a sympathetic friend. Truely outstanding darlin! Gimme that beat boy...
Love your highway slick "shining" images..hypnotic center line glows yellow through the center of mih mind along with the this beautiful choice of refrain....yes. Please.
I love Mr. Campbell (my trucker grampas favorite listened to him all the time in my youth) and Drift Away is so beautiful and who doesn't know that refrain
You did grand justice to its "soothe" of meloncholia..lonliness by memory can seep in and take us away, but we have music..to lift us..or be a sympathetic friend. Truely outstanding darlin! Gimme that beat boy...
Love your highway slick "shining" images..hypnotic center line glows yellow through the center of mih mind along with the this beautiful choice of refrain....yes. Please.
Ode To Mojo & The Train
Lost myself, couldn't find
the smile
In the brown-bottle
long-walks
or written-word
The song was lost
CD's crackled
like old
vinyl
and
even the
digital drive
found a horse
to kill the tracks
Woke up, thinking
must be more to life
MORE
than searching for
the next mini-skirt
next razor-blade
next ten-bucks
next cigar-ette
next brown-bottle
Used the kids
as purpose for life
kept the strength
of restraint
held it in my scrotum
Dealt with
the old man's
oxygen
Dealt with
the old lady's
blood transfusion
left the
hospital doors
lit a cigarette
Watched
the smoke
bellow, through
the icy cold
winter-evening
air
Remembered the song
the old man sang to
me, as a kid
Don't have a clue
why it stuck to
forty years
of hard-core
life
on the wrong side
of the railway
tracks
But it stuck
He'd chorus
without tune
rhythm on point
could
strike a guitar
chord
with style
The song has
me thinking
The lesson
needs to be learnt
so I'll leave
the chorus
here
in hope
it'll
help
me catch the
train
"You gotta know when to hold em
Know when to fold em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
when you
sitting at the table
there'll be time
enough for counting
when the dealing is done."
Have to wonder
my old man
was never
a gambling-man
Played
that song
'till the
vinyl
was anorexic
looked
like
cling-wrap
[.]
Note: Lyrics used of Kenny Rogers song The Gambler.
This piece was written 19 June 2015, I'm unsure if it qualifies as new or old, but thought it would fit here
Lost myself, couldn't find
the smile
In the brown-bottle
long-walks
or written-word
The song was lost
CD's crackled
like old
vinyl
and
even the
digital drive
found a horse
to kill the tracks
Woke up, thinking
must be more to life
MORE
than searching for
the next mini-skirt
next razor-blade
next ten-bucks
next cigar-ette
next brown-bottle
Used the kids
as purpose for life
kept the strength
of restraint
held it in my scrotum
Dealt with
the old man's
oxygen
Dealt with
the old lady's
blood transfusion
left the
hospital doors
lit a cigarette
Watched
the smoke
bellow, through
the icy cold
winter-evening
air
Remembered the song
the old man sang to
me, as a kid
Don't have a clue
why it stuck to
forty years
of hard-core
life
on the wrong side
of the railway
tracks
But it stuck
He'd chorus
without tune
rhythm on point
could
strike a guitar
chord
with style
The song has
me thinking
The lesson
needs to be learnt
so I'll leave
the chorus
here
in hope
it'll
help
me catch the
train
"You gotta know when to hold em
Know when to fold em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
when you
sitting at the table
there'll be time
enough for counting
when the dealing is done."
Have to wonder
my old man
was never
a gambling-man
Played
that song
'till the
vinyl
was anorexic
looked
like
cling-wrap
[.]
Note: Lyrics used of Kenny Rogers song The Gambler.
This piece was written 19 June 2015, I'm unsure if it qualifies as new or old, but thought it would fit here
Ooooh! Rev Al a stunner! Mih good gawsh you have a way of sticking images to gut.
."even the
digital drive
found a horse
to kill the tracks "
Brilliant fucking weave of known phrase, cowboy imagery "mojo of song" the Gambler..and technology.
"Used the kids
as purpose for life
kept the strength
of restraint
held it in my scrotum"
Yeah thats dangerous isn't it..we think we are suposed to live for others first..that thats somehow less selfish of us...but it screws us in the end. Its gotta be whats truely good for us...
Dealing with your wifes illness..your fathers "oxygen" dig that..gather he was a blow hard perhaps..and cold smack of reality hits with a burst of air...time to lay it on the table buddy..play or run..perhaps a sudden connection to dad and reasons for his choices..this last line i saw his imortality and yours as you describe the aging of, and at the same time fleshed out the album..
"Have to wonder ......
....Played .
that song
'till the
vinyl
was anorexic
looked
like
cling-wrap "
Thanks so for this incredible entry. Thrilled.
(very small..could you please credit lyrics as sung by..)
."even the
digital drive
found a horse
to kill the tracks "
Brilliant fucking weave of known phrase, cowboy imagery "mojo of song" the Gambler..and technology.
"Used the kids
as purpose for life
kept the strength
of restraint
held it in my scrotum"
Yeah thats dangerous isn't it..we think we are suposed to live for others first..that thats somehow less selfish of us...but it screws us in the end. Its gotta be whats truely good for us...
Dealing with your wifes illness..your fathers "oxygen" dig that..gather he was a blow hard perhaps..and cold smack of reality hits with a burst of air...time to lay it on the table buddy..play or run..perhaps a sudden connection to dad and reasons for his choices..this last line i saw his imortality and yours as you describe the aging of, and at the same time fleshed out the album..
"Have to wonder ......
....Played .
that song
'till the
vinyl
was anorexic
looked
like
cling-wrap "
Thanks so for this incredible entry. Thrilled.
(very small..could you please credit lyrics as sung by..)
Broken Heart,,,
When I Look At The Stars,,,
I Can Still Remember,,,
How We Held Each Other Tight,,,
I Can Plainly See,,,
Your Beautiful Green Eyes,,,
Sparkling In The Dark Of Night,,,
And As We Watched The Stars,,,
We Both Pledged Forever,,,
Up Until The Light Of Dawn,,,
Then I Turned Around,,,
And Just As The Wind,,,You Were Gone,,,
"I Would Not Have Chosen,,,"
"The Road You Have Taken,,,"
"It Has Left Us Miles Apart,,,"
"But I Think I Can Still,,,"
"Find The Will To Keep Going,,,"
"Somewhere In My Broken Heart,,,"
"Somewhere In My Broken Heart"
BY Billy Dean,,,
Second Verse,,,Beautiful Guitar,,,
Beautiful But Sad Lyrics,,,
When I Look At The Stars,,,
I Can Still Remember,,,
How We Held Each Other Tight,,,
I Can Plainly See,,,
Your Beautiful Green Eyes,,,
Sparkling In The Dark Of Night,,,
And As We Watched The Stars,,,
We Both Pledged Forever,,,
Up Until The Light Of Dawn,,,
Then I Turned Around,,,
And Just As The Wind,,,You Were Gone,,,
"I Would Not Have Chosen,,,"
"The Road You Have Taken,,,"
"It Has Left Us Miles Apart,,,"
"But I Think I Can Still,,,"
"Find The Will To Keep Going,,,"
"Somewhere In My Broken Heart,,,"
"Somewhere In My Broken Heart"
BY Billy Dean,,,
Second Verse,,,Beautiful Guitar,,,
Beautiful But Sad Lyrics,,,
Anonymous
The Devil Went Down to Georgia ~ Charlie Daniels Band
the Devil wasn't looking
for "a soul to steal"
he was bored with his evil whores
and so he was looking "to make a deal"
with someone that would compliment
the ego-rotic of his thrills
He heard about a woman
named Georgia more vile than sin
a woman with a barbaric cunt
and a serpentine grin
Slogging through the jungles
of the righteous and the Seven
he stumbled upon Para~dice,
Hell's opposite of Heaven
There within the fractured mist
lying upon the anthrax moss
was a besmirched woman
masturbating with a Catholics cross
She spoke in incantations: the Antichrists,
atheism and the bubonic plague,
all the fallen Angels that couldn't fuck,
all the Demons she had betrayed
Then she spoke of simple pleasures,
how adultery is invoked in man made religion,
how in her prison lied salvation, how God
was the only one who fist fucked her with precision
Awarding that sadomasochism cross
the last of a masochistic thrust,
Georgia's diabolical cum spat fire, and
her engorged lips raptured with lust
It was in that shameless, underangeless
and hell-erotic bliss entrenched within a coveting itch
that the Devil decided to make this barbaric bitch,
his own.
But to award this "Devil his due",
the Devil knew it was going to take
more than a silver tongue to stake
this bitch upon his infernal landscape
And just as the Devil was about to lay down
the evils of his deal
to enslave her sexual rage in a hangman's noose
made of corrugated steel
Georgia flipped her bitch
and made the Devil a bet
the Devil's thirst red eyes sputtered wide
and his silver tongue erect
'I'm yours, Sir Devil, if your seed of greed
can fuck the demonesses out of my cunt,
turn erotic sinuous to ash, and sever
my serpent's head from the vaginals of my wrath.'
Not thinking twice, the Devil took that bet,
and cast aside his greed and unleashed
unholy hell upon Georgia's perpendicular feast,
only to end up instead unleashing her band of carnal beasts
And just like the meek, the men,
the fallen Angels, and the Demons
who wagered their semen and failed,
unprevailed, the "Devil bowed his head
'cause he knew he had been beat,
and he laid" his defeated seed
"down" at Georgia's "feet"
And Georgia said: '"Devil", you're welcome to "come on back
if you ever" want to wager this bet again,
but I will only say this "once you son-of"-an-evil-"bitch"
that sadly this bitch is "the best" that's "ever been!"'
And sadly the Devil agreed
that he would never get the chance
to plant his seed,
so he picked up his pride and his greed
and headed back to the company of his sluggish whores,
thinking and thanking that at least this bitch
didn't leave him so fucking bored!
the Devil wasn't looking
for "a soul to steal"
he was bored with his evil whores
and so he was looking "to make a deal"
with someone that would compliment
the ego-rotic of his thrills
He heard about a woman
named Georgia more vile than sin
a woman with a barbaric cunt
and a serpentine grin
Slogging through the jungles
of the righteous and the Seven
he stumbled upon Para~dice,
Hell's opposite of Heaven
There within the fractured mist
lying upon the anthrax moss
was a besmirched woman
masturbating with a Catholics cross
She spoke in incantations: the Antichrists,
atheism and the bubonic plague,
all the fallen Angels that couldn't fuck,
all the Demons she had betrayed
Then she spoke of simple pleasures,
how adultery is invoked in man made religion,
how in her prison lied salvation, how God
was the only one who fist fucked her with precision
Awarding that sadomasochism cross
the last of a masochistic thrust,
Georgia's diabolical cum spat fire, and
her engorged lips raptured with lust
It was in that shameless, underangeless
and hell-erotic bliss entrenched within a coveting itch
that the Devil decided to make this barbaric bitch,
his own.
But to award this "Devil his due",
the Devil knew it was going to take
more than a silver tongue to stake
this bitch upon his infernal landscape
And just as the Devil was about to lay down
the evils of his deal
to enslave her sexual rage in a hangman's noose
made of corrugated steel
Georgia flipped her bitch
and made the Devil a bet
the Devil's thirst red eyes sputtered wide
and his silver tongue erect
'I'm yours, Sir Devil, if your seed of greed
can fuck the demonesses out of my cunt,
turn erotic sinuous to ash, and sever
my serpent's head from the vaginals of my wrath.'
Not thinking twice, the Devil took that bet,
and cast aside his greed and unleashed
unholy hell upon Georgia's perpendicular feast,
only to end up instead unleashing her band of carnal beasts
And just like the meek, the men,
the fallen Angels, and the Demons
who wagered their semen and failed,
unprevailed, the "Devil bowed his head
'cause he knew he had been beat,
and he laid" his defeated seed
"down" at Georgia's "feet"
And Georgia said: '"Devil", you're welcome to "come on back
if you ever" want to wager this bet again,
but I will only say this "once you son-of"-an-evil-"bitch"
that sadly this bitch is "the best" that's "ever been!"'
And sadly the Devil agreed
that he would never get the chance
to plant his seed,
so he picked up his pride and his greed
and headed back to the company of his sluggish whores,
thinking and thanking that at least this bitch
didn't leave him so fucking bored!
Aaah!! Devlin...i remembered this and had meant to send a note and say id love you to enter it....i love great wicked story telling and this gets down right blasphemous! But i dig that...one the best examples here of actually weaving the lyrics into the write...and who doesnt get a kick outta this song!? Really realky like this piece...
So happy you entered! Thank you....
So happy you entered! Thank you....
Anonymous
calamitygin said:Aaah!! Devlin...i remembered this and had meant to send a note and say id love you to enter it....i love great wicked story telling and this gets down right blasphemous! But i dig that...one the best examples here of actually weaving the lyrics into the write...and who doesnt get a kick outta this song!? Really realky like this piece...
So happy you entered! Thank you....
Miss Gin. . .the pleasure was all mine. . .Glad you enjoyed it, as I had fun penning it. . .Aside from this entry, I think all the entries are great
. . .Thanks for the thought about sending me a note to enter but I had already seen this and so I thought why not?. . .Stay beautiful, Beautiful, and I wish everyone who enters the best of luck; it's a great comp!. . .Devlin.
So happy you entered! Thank you....
Miss Gin. . .the pleasure was all mine. . .Glad you enjoyed it, as I had fun penning it. . .Aside from this entry, I think all the entries are great
. . .Thanks for the thought about sending me a note to enter but I had already seen this and so I thought why not?. . .Stay beautiful, Beautiful, and I wish everyone who enters the best of luck; it's a great comp!. . .Devlin. 
