Poetry competition CLOSED 14th June 2016 4:16am
WINNER
case28 (Alexander Case)
case28 (Alexander Case)
RUNNER-UP:
lepperochan
Nothing New Under The Sun
Fleeting Champion
Creating the new? The Alchemist responds:
newwhatdoyoumeansomethingnewbrandnewthatsoundsimpossibleimpossiblewhatachallengetosetbeforeusiguessthisiswheretherealavantgardewriterscomeforwardfirstforwardbutiponderasolutionseekthatsolutionandheresthenuggetofgoldthatimcapableofunearthingdiggingupfromtheearthwhatimwritingisnewbutnotinthewayyoumightthinkiamsuggestingsuggestingtoyouiknowpeoplehaveruntheirletterstogetherjammedwithoutspacesnospacesbetweenwordsbutnoonehaswrittenthisnonsensewordbeforenotpresciselynotpreciselythiswordthiswordisnewitsnewbutitswrittennowsonowitsolddrat.
The Alchemist achieved it. Success and Hurrah,
For a moment, just one moment, a fraction of time.
Such a shame that only the alchemist knew of his genius discovery,
A shame, felt by him alone, felt as alone as that feeling of new.
Eureka! He's figured it: if you read it, you felt it, you've experienced new too,
But experience is past tense, it's over for you: what's new is not new!?
The formula can be repeated, it can be redone, redone and redone,
So the newness is endless but it's so fleeting, with each redone - newness gone.
Go ahead, copy him and countless others, copy them,
Go ahead, copy him and countless others copy them,
The Alchemist did discover the formula for newness... Quick! STOP the press!
Darn! Too late! Drat! He's missed his chance of fame, he's old news now.
Typical. The alchemist is ever always such a fleeting champion.
But to grant a trophy of permanency would be something new...?
The Alchemist waits patiently.
Creating the new? The Alchemist responds:
newwhatdoyoumeansomethingnewbrandnewthatsoundsimpossibleimpossiblewhatachallengetosetbeforeusiguessthisiswheretherealavantgardewriterscomeforwardfirstforwardbutiponderasolutionseekthatsolutionandheresthenuggetofgoldthatimcapableofunearthingdiggingupfromtheearthwhatimwritingisnewbutnotinthewayyoumightthinkiamsuggestingsuggestingtoyouiknowpeoplehaveruntheirletterstogetherjammedwithoutspacesnospacesbetweenwordsbutnoonehaswrittenthisnonsensewordbeforenotpresciselynotpreciselythiswordthiswordisnewitsnewbutitswrittennowsonowitsolddrat.
The Alchemist achieved it. Success and Hurrah,
For a moment, just one moment, a fraction of time.
Such a shame that only the alchemist knew of his genius discovery,
A shame, felt by him alone, felt as alone as that feeling of new.
Eureka! He's figured it: if you read it, you felt it, you've experienced new too,
But experience is past tense, it's over for you: what's new is not new!?
The formula can be repeated, it can be redone, redone and redone,
So the newness is endless but it's so fleeting, with each redone - newness gone.
Go ahead, copy him and countless others, copy them,
Go ahead, copy him and countless others copy them,
The Alchemist did discover the formula for newness... Quick! STOP the press!
Darn! Too late! Drat! He's missed his chance of fame, he's old news now.
Typical. The alchemist is ever always such a fleeting champion.
But to grant a trophy of permanency would be something new...?
The Alchemist waits patiently.
alter: standby love
when the airlock depressurised
the scent of sickness engulfed me
nova was home
i knew she'd come back
curled up naked
toying with her essence
regurgitated on the floor
lush addiction was sickening
it always led to something primitive
but not tonight
the mercury teardrop
streaming down her tattooed cheek
spoke to me: kinetic-telepathy
or perhaps
it was the cyanide
leaching from her perfumed skin
she said: we can't play make believe anymore
her voice resonated in my skull
yet her lips had not mouthed a single word
i traced her everlasting breath
watched the silver thread of light
fade in her eyes
and in that moment
nova was gone
but this time she wasn't coming back
her memory
erased from the cloud
her body
an empty cocoon pulsating arctic-blue light
a vacancy sign to a blank space
for another alter to fill
Written by Alexander Case
Under the sun I feel your glow again.
nothing new really , you always lit up my world. In life or death.
Under the sun I remember your last dance , our last kiss.
Under the sun ...nothing new.
Your sucide has left me as blue as the sky that sits by your side.
I will always love you.
Nothing new under the sun.
I can be your blue sky , you can be my sunshine.
You keep me light in the day and at night when you go away , I sleep to dream of your face.
nothing new really , you always lit up my world. In life or death.
Under the sun I remember your last dance , our last kiss.
Under the sun ...nothing new.
Your sucide has left me as blue as the sky that sits by your side.
I will always love you.
Nothing new under the sun.
I can be your blue sky , you can be my sunshine.
You keep me light in the day and at night when you go away , I sleep to dream of your face.
