Poetry competition CLOSED 28th July 2016 7:59pm
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poetic weapon of choice
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
choose a weapon write a poem about it
specifications:
Choose a literal weapon, could be a gun, sword, knife, arrow etc.etc.
come up with a theme about what the weapon represents to you, or to the world or how ever you want - the life, the history, the maker the purpose etc. etc.
new writes only please
maximum 40 lines
Choose a literal weapon, could be a gun, sword, knife, arrow etc.etc.
come up with a theme about what the weapon represents to you, or to the world or how ever you want - the life, the history, the maker the purpose etc. etc.
new writes only please
maximum 40 lines
A GIRL AND HER GUN
what do you fear when what they fear is you
are you who'd be standing when the fight is through
if you looked in the future your children would be too
nature intended
its genes be deffended
on superiority it depended
nature would say
the big man has his way
one thing makes a diference today
how many fights
how many dark nights
how many streets with no lights
when the violence was done
was not the man who had won
the victor the girl and her gun.
what do you fear when what they fear is you
are you who'd be standing when the fight is through
if you looked in the future your children would be too
nature intended
its genes be deffended
on superiority it depended
nature would say
the big man has his way
one thing makes a diference today
how many fights
how many dark nights
how many streets with no lights
when the violence was done
was not the man who had won
the victor the girl and her gun.
Anonymous
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FOR OUR TIMES
black
dual chambered
loads so easy
owned a revolver once
Italian forty-five, single action army
had a forty-five Winchester, as well
nothing compared to this one
none can withstand it
blows them away
my Cross
pen
black
dual chambered
loads so easy
owned a revolver once
Italian forty-five, single action army
had a forty-five Winchester, as well
nothing compared to this one
none can withstand it
blows them away
my Cross
pen
Warrior Poet
Swathed in mist and fires' smoking,
drums of thunder, daylight's fading.
Songs of ancients drown the whispers
of their women's woolen skirt hems
while the dance is ever building.
See the moon eclipsed in blood rise
at this time of summer solstice.
Cauldron's musical is stirring,
dulcimer and fiddle playing.
Bravado's quickness of their feet
sway bare upon long wooden planks.
Black-wing'ed moods o'er village roofs,
their calls that carry hearts and minds
of warrior poets in the hills
Who forge new swords and bathe the blades
into the falls cascading down
toward rolling emerald valley vast
where preying dragons circle low
the feast they stalk that comes tonight.
Swathed in mist and fires' smoking,
drums of thunder, daylight's fading.
Songs of ancients drown the whispers
of their women's woolen skirt hems
while the dance is ever building.
See the moon eclipsed in blood rise
at this time of summer solstice.
Cauldron's musical is stirring,
dulcimer and fiddle playing.
Bravado's quickness of their feet
sway bare upon long wooden planks.
Black-wing'ed moods o'er village roofs,
their calls that carry hearts and minds
of warrior poets in the hills
Who forge new swords and bathe the blades
into the falls cascading down
toward rolling emerald valley vast
where preying dragons circle low
the feast they stalk that comes tonight.
Docs
Daily I lace these weapons on my feet
Stride into the world saying
Fuck your fashion rules
And assumptions of who I should be
These babies will stomp your judgement like a bug
They don’t need your approval
And neither do I
Push me too far and these boots will kick your ass
That’s why they’re so damn heavy
And chunky
And red
Daily I lace these weapons on my feet
Stride into the world saying
Fuck your fashion rules
And assumptions of who I should be
These babies will stomp your judgement like a bug
They don’t need your approval
And neither do I
Push me too far and these boots will kick your ass
That’s why they’re so damn heavy
And chunky
And red
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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blackberries
my skin stretches like elastic over my knuckles
blackberries planted between the rows
marks too much time with the heavybag
same as my boney knees
my daddy was the first to teach me to fight
not school house fight
jailhouse fight
grab the wrist and turn it thumbs out
fast
same strength it takes to pick up a bag of rice
is all it takes to pop it, he tells me
years later I'm still fighting with my hands
with myself mostly
battling my mind for the release of my soul
but I used daddy's trick in judo class about a month ago
rolling with a guy 60 pounds my senior
he tapped out three times
and in the end said
teach me
same hands I've used to
teach
coddle
and guide my two daughters with
same hands I held my infant godson Ethan Cole with yesterday
one day
He'll say teach me Uncle
More blackberries and kisses
for the harvest
my skin stretches like elastic over my knuckles
blackberries planted between the rows
marks too much time with the heavybag
same as my boney knees
my daddy was the first to teach me to fight
not school house fight
jailhouse fight
grab the wrist and turn it thumbs out
fast
same strength it takes to pick up a bag of rice
is all it takes to pop it, he tells me
years later I'm still fighting with my hands
with myself mostly
battling my mind for the release of my soul
but I used daddy's trick in judo class about a month ago
rolling with a guy 60 pounds my senior
he tapped out three times
and in the end said
teach me
same hands I've used to
teach
coddle
and guide my two daughters with
same hands I held my infant godson Ethan Cole with yesterday
one day
He'll say teach me Uncle
More blackberries and kisses
for the harvest
Anonymous
great entries, to all
