Poetry competition CLOSED 13th June 2016 11:28am
WINNER
Vee (Rina)
Vee (Rina)
RUNNER-UP:
JohnFeddeler
use a stepladder
Poetry Contest Description
this poem should be: short, odd, and as meaningful/meaningless you want.
okey folks here are the rules,
☼ pertaining length -
short can be what you think short is. just don't make it terribly long.
(that is vague. i know.)
☼ topic -
weird, interesting, odd, anything***, it can be a random stream of consciousness, an epic tale about porridge, the life of a cactus, i don't care, just try to avoid cliches and overused topics like:
✦ love/breakup/makeup/
✦ depression/anxiety/'fml kill me plz'/
i'm sure you have a tiny grain of creativity remaining somewhere, hour. ahaha am i funny or what. ({sad oLD mAn joke.|]
!!!!!!! *** please don't make weird/odd/anything involving erotica. sorry. i'm sure someone else has made a competition for that. or you can. just not here. thanks.*** !!!!!!!!
☼ feel free to use weird structure, awkward lettering, and stuff when writing. but try to use correct grammar, otherwise it just gets too confusing and looks like you are very illiterate, instead of what the goal is: pretentious confusing poetry ((i'm kidding mate))((that, or step up your game))
☼ you have two weeks. have a great time.
☼ three entries max please.
*if you are very confused please message me so i can pretend to know what this competition is about*
☼ pertaining length -
short can be what you think short is. just don't make it terribly long.
(that is vague. i know.)
☼ topic -
weird, interesting, odd, anything***, it can be a random stream of consciousness, an epic tale about porridge, the life of a cactus, i don't care, just try to avoid cliches and overused topics like:
✦ love/breakup/makeup/
✦ depression/anxiety/'fml kill me plz'/
i'm sure you have a tiny grain of creativity remaining somewhere, hour. ahaha am i funny or what. ({sad oLD mAn joke.|]
!!!!!!! *** please don't make weird/odd/anything involving erotica. sorry. i'm sure someone else has made a competition for that. or you can. just not here. thanks.*** !!!!!!!!
☼ feel free to use weird structure, awkward lettering, and stuff when writing. but try to use correct grammar, otherwise it just gets too confusing and looks like you are very illiterate, instead of what the goal is: pretentious confusing poetry ((i'm kidding mate))((that, or step up your game))
☼ you have two weeks. have a great time.
☼ three entries max please.
*if you are very confused please message me so i can pretend to know what this competition is about*
Lucky (F)ear
As long as parsley
is offered for free
I have nothing to fear.
It’s these unwritten laws
that are minced illegally
making us feel innocents.
Sometimes our
dirt is
double - yolk
just to
make us
feel ostensibly
lucky people.
As long as parsley
is offered for free
I have nothing to fear.
It’s these unwritten laws
that are minced illegally
making us feel innocents.
Sometimes our
dirt is
double - yolk
just to
make us
feel ostensibly
lucky people.
a trip for milk
two nights three nights four
toes hanging off white sheets, dusty and cold
no windows in my room, still freezing to death
melatonin back behind mom's bed
sitting on a white shelf, dusty and cold
psychologist perscribed a common solution
to an uncommon circumstance
my dark pupils match the room's shade
my overhead fan spins, matching my mind, racing and turning towards nothing
a dog at the bus stop spun for a couple minutes until i looked away
sneaking the corner of my eye, returning my attention back, he still spun, chasing his tail
endlessly
drowsy gravity, getting up to the kitchen
the air, known to help me breathe,
is thickeningly suffocating
apartment weather changing, pushing duststorms up narrow nostrils
the cold wooden floors, bare from footsteps
my body drains itself from last night's meal
an utter hollowness of an existence
i flick the kitchen light on
finding my arm, lazily pulling upon the fridge door
a mist of cold air, familiar from each night like this one
a glass of cold milk awakens my tongue
another uneventful evening
two nights three nights four
toes hanging off white sheets, dusty and cold
no windows in my room, still freezing to death
melatonin back behind mom's bed
sitting on a white shelf, dusty and cold
psychologist perscribed a common solution
to an uncommon circumstance
my dark pupils match the room's shade
my overhead fan spins, matching my mind, racing and turning towards nothing
a dog at the bus stop spun for a couple minutes until i looked away
sneaking the corner of my eye, returning my attention back, he still spun, chasing his tail
endlessly
drowsy gravity, getting up to the kitchen
the air, known to help me breathe,
is thickeningly suffocating
apartment weather changing, pushing duststorms up narrow nostrils
the cold wooden floors, bare from footsteps
my body drains itself from last night's meal
an utter hollowness of an existence
i flick the kitchen light on
finding my arm, lazily pulling upon the fridge door
a mist of cold air, familiar from each night like this one
a glass of cold milk awakens my tongue
another uneventful evening
Truth In Nonsense
butane eyes belie
the truth in your excrement
smeared on the walls of my mind
slithers on the wind
slimy of hand and heart
chemically addicted gnat
acidic angel with wire hair
blood flows from a drunk carpet
absorbing corruption
cigarette smoking a human
exhaling the ashy soul
the tobacco coughs up a turd
the welfare check talks back
children ringing off the hook
go unnoticed playing off key notes
river of stone
flowing nonsense
from it's garaged nose
housing a white woman
virgin whore
whose skin is snow
black of day
kisses the tarmac
ears to an empty computer
talking walls
don't listen to the ramblings
of a guitar string that has snapped
butane eyes belie
the truth in your excrement
smeared on the walls of my mind
slithers on the wind
slimy of hand and heart
chemically addicted gnat
acidic angel with wire hair
blood flows from a drunk carpet
absorbing corruption
cigarette smoking a human
exhaling the ashy soul
the tobacco coughs up a turd
the welfare check talks back
children ringing off the hook
go unnoticed playing off key notes
river of stone
flowing nonsense
from it's garaged nose
housing a white woman
virgin whore
whose skin is snow
black of day
kisses the tarmac
ears to an empty computer
talking walls
don't listen to the ramblings
of a guitar string that has snapped
ALICE REVISITED
( a Sonnet )
I close my eyes to rest; there's tapestry,
With paisley swirls: wine, mustard, blue & jade.
A glorious pallet of pageantry
To enter in and join the muse parade.
I see the world within as I sink down,
Like Alice in her fall to Wonderland.
A flashing, shining teacup ride with sound,
Accompanied by players in a band.
The time I spend, like Alice, gives me pause,
To speculate just why I'm where I'm at.
But need I question the effect & cause;
I'll simply sit and grin at Cheshire Cat.
I'll have tea with Red Queen and sip my cup,
And wait with Rabbit till we both wake up.
( a Sonnet )
I close my eyes to rest; there's tapestry,
With paisley swirls: wine, mustard, blue & jade.
A glorious pallet of pageantry
To enter in and join the muse parade.
I see the world within as I sink down,
Like Alice in her fall to Wonderland.
A flashing, shining teacup ride with sound,
Accompanied by players in a band.
The time I spend, like Alice, gives me pause,
To speculate just why I'm where I'm at.
But need I question the effect & cause;
I'll simply sit and grin at Cheshire Cat.
I'll have tea with Red Queen and sip my cup,
And wait with Rabbit till we both wake up.
Anonymous
Here On Deep Underground, Once
I used to glide in on those waves
collide with the other disconnected minds
we'd drink and spill words
spinning sentences like casino reels
no jackpot would get us a-head
but we pushed every button we could
and found fiends to indulge with
verbs could assault and the right adjective
would heal for a while
as pasts flew through the air
seeking definition
begging appraisal
and pains were ironed onto these pages
to make them more perceptible
moments, years even
given immortality and let go
CULT
countless fingernails embedded in the
shower stalls that rain down acid
of every nightmare, projected like
the heavily spliced silent newsreels of
bi-plane skylines and Purple Gang massacres
in the bubbled cracklings of deteriorating
nitrate, leaving the blackened outline
of a holocaust victim; the lidless glare
of a strobe filtered through the spider-veined
parchment of its skin, lurching off the
chattering sprockets of vertebrae, and
throwing chaos into a clockwork sluice
that sets in motion the next death star cult
countless fingernails embedded in the
shower stalls that rain down acid
of every nightmare, projected like
the heavily spliced silent newsreels of
bi-plane skylines and Purple Gang massacres
in the bubbled cracklings of deteriorating
nitrate, leaving the blackened outline
of a holocaust victim; the lidless glare
of a strobe filtered through the spider-veined
parchment of its skin, lurching off the
chattering sprockets of vertebrae, and
throwing chaos into a clockwork sluice
that sets in motion the next death star cult
ACID BLUE AND YELLOW
(a sonnet)
Attenuated grains of paisley spill
Cast spiderwebbing tungsten on the drive
Rain’s undulating asphalt breathing ‘til
The purple peach grey rills spark dawn’s arrive
We dance to tunes splayed in Donuts Dunkin
In chronic towns of art bands’ lyric paint
Dug mom’s old nightshirt ghost from thrift store bins
Passing through hipster lines like boho saints
In laughter’s peels that bought all into view
The crawls of night play’s blue electric spark
To preach as CLASH tanked/ black bra’d prophets do
As rainbows flow through blood’s electric arc
In morning Mecca’s golden arches plaid
“Goddam, what lizard felching times we had!”
(a sonnet)
Attenuated grains of paisley spill
Cast spiderwebbing tungsten on the drive
Rain’s undulating asphalt breathing ‘til
The purple peach grey rills spark dawn’s arrive
We dance to tunes splayed in Donuts Dunkin
In chronic towns of art bands’ lyric paint
Dug mom’s old nightshirt ghost from thrift store bins
Passing through hipster lines like boho saints
In laughter’s peels that bought all into view
The crawls of night play’s blue electric spark
To preach as CLASH tanked/ black bra’d prophets do
As rainbows flow through blood’s electric arc
In morning Mecca’s golden arches plaid
“Goddam, what lizard felching times we had!”
I was the first balloon in space
Tethered to your finger
Taking my eyes off you
Looking up to heaven
I set you free, you set me free
I was the first balloon in space
Drifting to the music
Dancing with no shoes on
List'ning to you sighing
You set me free, I set you free
I was the first balloon in space
Leaning towards a comet
Skating on the ice rings
Thinking of you smiling
I set you free, you set me free
I was the first balloon in space
Visiting with Pluto
Raining from the Oort cloud
Suddenly there's silence...
You set me free, I set you free
I was the first balloon in space
Tethered to your finger
Taking my eyes off you
Looking up to heaven
I set you free, you set me free
I was the first balloon in space
Drifting to the music
Dancing with no shoes on
List'ning to you sighing
You set me free, I set you free
I was the first balloon in space
Leaning towards a comet
Skating on the ice rings
Thinking of you smiling
I set you free, you set me free
I was the first balloon in space
Visiting with Pluto
Raining from the Oort cloud
Suddenly there's silence...
You set me free, I set you free
I was the first balloon in space
Mr. Big
She understands nothing
But listens glistening
Lips shine
Mouthing the words lit by
.....your eyes steely intention...
She counts to three
With nod of chin to pushed up tit...
1..anda 2 anda 3...
Hahahaha!!!
Coy grin
Dimpled chin
Fluttered lash
And fade of giggle
Brings silence like a slice of black hole....
Then fade in wiggle
Of curvy hip
And perfect place of finger back to glistening lip....
"Mmm...do help me...i don quite get it..?"
Giggle
Big child eyes to fill
With your dollar bills
And the answers to all her lifes riddles
You do not fiddle round long...
Never one to leave a damsel
In her breasts....
She understands nothing
But listens glistening
Lips shine
Mouthing the words lit by
.....your eyes steely intention...
She counts to three
With nod of chin to pushed up tit...
1..anda 2 anda 3...
Hahahaha!!!
Coy grin
Dimpled chin
Fluttered lash
And fade of giggle
Brings silence like a slice of black hole....
Then fade in wiggle
Of curvy hip
And perfect place of finger back to glistening lip....
"Mmm...do help me...i don quite get it..?"
Giggle
Big child eyes to fill
With your dollar bills
And the answers to all her lifes riddles
You do not fiddle round long...
Never one to leave a damsel
In her breasts....
Euphemystically Seeking Float
Losing grasp fast
Losing the matters to me
Shreds me to tattered
If i weren't so tired
I would just up and combust
I need to swing away
Surging the urges
I take one in my night fright
I cannot hit
The dark pillows it
I only head on harder
Faster
And there i rise
Above ground
Feet dangle
Treading air in frustration
Mind twists
Twirls like wings of the cicada
Trapped in tummy
Screams for summer buzz howl
No decompression
Causing wretched expression
A cross twisted grin
Wears Gin
Hair tangles up in rats
Wants to grow long and down
Longs to sweep across ground
Longs for sweet gravity
And Earths touch
I miss the Earth so fucking much
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Losing grasp fast
Losing the matters to me
Shreds me to tattered
If i weren't so tired
I would just up and combust
I need to swing away
Surging the urges
I take one in my night fright
I cannot hit
The dark pillows it
I only head on harder
Faster
And there i rise
Above ground
Feet dangle
Treading air in frustration
Mind twists
Twirls like wings of the cicada
Trapped in tummy
Screams for summer buzz howl
No decompression
Causing wretched expression
A cross twisted grin
Wears Gin
Hair tangles up in rats
Wants to grow long and down
Longs to sweep across ground
Longs for sweet gravity
And Earths touch
I miss the Earth so fucking much
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Last Night A Flying Monkey
It must have been
half past midnight
or was it
mid past halfnight
The still
silent
serenity disturbed
softly at first
like a whispering at the window
Perhaps gentle branches
rustling listlessly in the breeze
Full moon smiles back
tis nothing
someone's imagination made the sound
Stones pelted against glass house shell
louder than words
Shouted in accented capitals
for all to see the true meaning
of thinly veiled threats
and twenty four hour ultimatums
*http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=flying%20monkeys
It must have been
half past midnight
or was it
mid past halfnight
The still
silent
serenity disturbed
softly at first
like a whispering at the window
Perhaps gentle branches
rustling listlessly in the breeze
Full moon smiles back
tis nothing
someone's imagination made the sound
Stones pelted against glass house shell
louder than words
Shouted in accented capitals
for all to see the true meaning
of thinly veiled threats
and twenty four hour ultimatums
*http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=flying%20monkeys
Confusionism
Psssst. I am confused on why am I confuse
It's confusing.
Why do we ever have to be confused.
I guess clarity is not always clear
Even when it does stares at you
From ear to ear.
And now it's a bit clear why clarity escapes
Making confusion visit my confused being.
I am confused
It's not as confusing anymore
It's clear to see
Confusion is the other half
Of Clarity.
Confused no more!
Psssst. I am confused on why am I confuse
It's confusing.
Why do we ever have to be confused.
I guess clarity is not always clear
Even when it does stares at you
From ear to ear.
And now it's a bit clear why clarity escapes
Making confusion visit my confused being.
I am confused
It's not as confusing anymore
It's clear to see
Confusion is the other half
Of Clarity.
Confused no more!
surreal
do not linger here,
time is too precious.
do not be misguided
by the evasiveness, serene & shallow;
it may have incalculable depth.
not to engulf, nor consume,
but to allow luxurious breath.
all of our world & our universe
may sojourn here:
all that is unfathomable,
all that we yearn to fathom.
upon its untenable road, we may stumble.
if we gaze at its far horizon,
& do not see art
(as we perceive it)
would we turn away?
we come here merely to explore.
what we find, we may keep.
it has no value,
except what we ascribe to it.
