Apocalypse
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Any style piece using the given prompt
Everyone welcome to enter, This is my 95th competition.
Please refrain from commenting on individual pieces until
the competition is over, or PM the author.
This will be judged by myself and Carpe-Noctem
a few rules- New writes only
Max. 2 entries each
the work must be your own
any style, on the word prompt APOCALYPSE
noun
1.
the complete final destruction of the world, as described in the biblical book of Revelation.
"the bell's ringing is supposed to usher in the Apocalypse"
2.
an event involving destruction or damage on a catastrophic scale.
"the apocalypse of World War II"
Please refrain from commenting on individual pieces until
the competition is over, or PM the author.
This will be judged by myself and Carpe-Noctem
a few rules- New writes only
Max. 2 entries each
the work must be your own
any style, on the word prompt APOCALYPSE
noun
1.
the complete final destruction of the world, as described in the biblical book of Revelation.
"the bell's ringing is supposed to usher in the Apocalypse"
2.
an event involving destruction or damage on a catastrophic scale.
"the apocalypse of World War II"
snugglebuck
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Dangerous Mind
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The Goblin Gobbbler
After Halloween is over
Thanksgiving is next
But before you serve that bird
With all the fixings
You need to consider this
Turkey’s don’t have sex
I didn’t make this up
It’s true
They are produced in test tubes
From a linage of incest
A clone of one another
A near carbon copy
That is nothing like the bird
That is found in nature
Raised by the thousands
In quarantine concentration
They have no genetic diversity
To hinder infection
With such delicate constitution
They serve as mass incubation
For a deadly bird flue
That can quickly evolve
And spread to me and you
An avian apocalypse
Ushered into this world
By Frankenturkeys
A monstrous bird
Be afraid
Be very afraid!
Gobble Gobble
The Goblin Gobbbler
After Halloween is over
Thanksgiving is next
But before you serve that bird
With all the fixings
You need to consider this
Turkey’s don’t have sex
I didn’t make this up
It’s true
They are produced in test tubes
From a linage of incest
A clone of one another
A near carbon copy
That is nothing like the bird
That is found in nature
Raised by the thousands
In quarantine concentration
They have no genetic diversity
To hinder infection
With such delicate constitution
They serve as mass incubation
For a deadly bird flue
That can quickly evolve
And spread to me and you
An avian apocalypse
Ushered into this world
By Frankenturkeys
A monstrous bird
Be afraid
Be very afraid!
Gobble Gobble
Anonymous
Thank you very much for your entry, snugglebuck
MadameLavender
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Guardian of Shadows
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It’s Wednesday, and I’m Dreaming
I’ve sold all I can,
for now; remnants
of Hiroshima II, that
ended a marriage.
When the dust clears, perhaps
there will be more to
unload, or
maybe he’ll keep
the last, charred,
remains of what was.
I dipped my fingers in
their ashes, smeared
my face like a war-painted
Native Son, and cried
as I was birthed into
No-Man’s Land—the place
of truce, stripped
bare of anything
weapon-like.
Utter decimation; I kick
the dust from my shoes, taking
steps to rebuild
me,
with a few salvaged,
souvenirs, too precious
to let go.
I sleep in waves, and
dream in color—
it’s Wednesday, and
wind puffs out
the light of another day,
gone by,
survived.
I’ve sold all I can,
for now; remnants
of Hiroshima II, that
ended a marriage.
When the dust clears, perhaps
there will be more to
unload, or
maybe he’ll keep
the last, charred,
remains of what was.
I dipped my fingers in
their ashes, smeared
my face like a war-painted
Native Son, and cried
as I was birthed into
No-Man’s Land—the place
of truce, stripped
bare of anything
weapon-like.
Utter decimation; I kick
the dust from my shoes, taking
steps to rebuild
me,
with a few salvaged,
souvenirs, too precious
to let go.
I sleep in waves, and
dream in color—
it’s Wednesday, and
wind puffs out
the light of another day,
gone by,
survived.
Anonymous
thank you very much for your entry, MadameLavender
Anonymous
I have added 2 definitions of apocalypse, in case anyone thinks I want only the biblical event, as I do not.
it can be the apocalypse of anything and the entries so far are wonderful examples. thank you
it can be the apocalypse of anything and the entries so far are wonderful examples. thank you
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
My 1st entry:
IMPETUS
It is when spirit has released its circle
into a sea of impetus.
the will of force, to start and end
a journey past, and then begin again.
Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide.
Assuage widow moon's bridge-keeper
with bribes of all you promise.
Lest you wade the murky depths
in the guise of moon's faux reflection.
Avoiding consumption, traversing
the maze of surface fires
that block the way with flotillas
of man-o-war jellyfish,
their tentacles rife with voltage
to your slithering canopy.
From the mantle of your blindness,
you sense, amid the current
a jagged danger on the far side,
brittle struts from bone of baleen
threaten sabotage to the integrity
of your shape-shifting escape.
Little-known the consequences:
no Book of Shadows to guide,
nor the written divination of runes,
nor reed scriptures from the Underworld.
The encryption simply reads that
there is nothing more, once it is begun.
IMPETUS
It is when spirit has released its circle
into a sea of impetus.
the will of force, to start and end
a journey past, and then begin again.
Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide.
Assuage widow moon's bridge-keeper
with bribes of all you promise.
Lest you wade the murky depths
in the guise of moon's faux reflection.
Avoiding consumption, traversing
the maze of surface fires
that block the way with flotillas
of man-o-war jellyfish,
their tentacles rife with voltage
to your slithering canopy.
From the mantle of your blindness,
you sense, amid the current
a jagged danger on the far side,
brittle struts from bone of baleen
threaten sabotage to the integrity
of your shape-shifting escape.
Little-known the consequences:
no Book of Shadows to guide,
nor the written divination of runes,
nor reed scriptures from the Underworld.
The encryption simply reads that
there is nothing more, once it is begun.
Anonymous
thanks very much for your entry, Jade
3 days left
3 days left
Anonymous
Deserts of glass
Sun burns a baron waste
After Tanks cut canyons through the earth
Hastened end to the human race
The death of altruistic mirth
Valkyries dropped their toxic rocks
Turning deserts into glass
Lost in a millisecond
Extermination of the farce
Out of the forgotten concrete
Grew a buddleia
Greenery began to repopulate
Taking death back from the earth
The world will never die
We just come and go
Epochs in a blinking eye
Love as much as you can sow
Sun burns a baron waste
After Tanks cut canyons through the earth
Hastened end to the human race
The death of altruistic mirth
Valkyries dropped their toxic rocks
Turning deserts into glass
Lost in a millisecond
Extermination of the farce
Out of the forgotten concrete
Grew a buddleia
Greenery began to repopulate
Taking death back from the earth
The world will never die
We just come and go
Epochs in a blinking eye
Love as much as you can sow
Anonymous
many thanks for your entry, Jaykay
chump
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Thought Provoker
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Joined 30th Sep 2014Forum Posts: 417
AND THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT THE STICK
I can feel the end
I've no room left to bend
Straight to hell all this will send
Punitive laws effect change
Nature's ways to derange
Separate rules to estrange
Take from one give to another
If in doubt rule for the mother
Elevate the sister and hold back the brother
Just 200 years if you could read youre a witch
But that's not enough time for this kind of switch
Your rocket to the top leaves us in a ditch
If we put the hens in charge
Next door's roosters will barge
loss of women's freedom large
There'll be and end to the time
When your life was sublime
You had it all on my dime
I can feel the end
I've no room left to bend
Straight to hell all this will send
Punitive laws effect change
Nature's ways to derange
Separate rules to estrange
Take from one give to another
If in doubt rule for the mother
Elevate the sister and hold back the brother
Just 200 years if you could read youre a witch
But that's not enough time for this kind of switch
Your rocket to the top leaves us in a ditch
If we put the hens in charge
Next door's roosters will barge
loss of women's freedom large
There'll be and end to the time
When your life was sublime
You had it all on my dime
Anonymous
thanks very much for your entry, Chump
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Thanks so much for your entry, AEMelia564
Not long left to go and then CarpeNoctem and I will sit down and read each entry and announce a winner as soon as we decide on one.
Thanks everyone so far.
Not long left to go and then CarpeNoctem and I will sit down and read each entry and announce a winner as soon as we decide on one.
Thanks everyone so far.
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
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