Poetry competition CLOSED 18th November 2016 7:44pm
WINNER
personanongrata (Astral Gift)
personanongrata (Astral Gift)
RUNNER-UP:
The_Crone
Science V Spirituality
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
The Big Bang? Adam and Eve? Facts? Legends? Magic? Theoretical physics? Sheldon cooper? Westboro baptist church? Whatever your view state it in your ever elegant DU flow. Comedic verse and clever rhyme schemes encouraged!
This is my first competition hosting. So if I have fucked up some how apologies. With your words be as concise, vague or mocking as you like. But please, no criticism of anybody elses work folks. I love rhymes, so any rhyming work will earn extra kudos. Even more kudos if the rhyme schemes are clever. Cheers guys, dress your words to impress
In Origin
It’s written that everything was created in six days
But what is a day really to a celestial being?
I’m not disagreeing but I have to keep mind
The span of mankind is but a tiny grain of sand
On the countless shores in the oceans of time
In Genesis…
I think Moses was breaking it down to simple mathematics
It’s quite pragmatic because our brains can only go so far
Because if each star tells a story across the vast universe
The reverse might be true, we’re still discovering who we are
If Darwin’s theories rocked people’s foundations and creed
I think there was need for human knowledge to evolve
It still doesn’t quite resolve or gives us all the solutions
But evolution and creation seem to somewhat convolve
I think of it this way…
I cannot reason or explain all of my knowledge to an ant
I just can’t have that type of conversation with an insect
I suspect our individual existences have a specific purpose
As I cannot grasp an amorphous celestial higher intellect
We are descendants of that big bang in the sky
As I am a remnant of that original integral element
We are the miracle, the particle, stardust in origin
Made in His image, each so distinct and excellent
As you may know,
there was a time before you, we I were born,
a time before you had kids, before they handed you a treat,
Way back when, as a lonely bachelor you envisioned peeing with your boy
and crashing urine streams
A time before your primal mission insisted that you lay before you all your female choices
and make a logical choice
not necesarily a love choice,
as how far did love get a vulnerable boy like yourself?
Then there was the time during the reproductive years
when the babies came, the diapers came
life was full of burdens
but you were still immortal
death happened to other people
there was a time before you, we I were born,
a time before you had kids, before they handed you a treat,
Way back when, as a lonely bachelor you envisioned peeing with your boy
and crashing urine streams
A time before your primal mission insisted that you lay before you all your female choices
and make a logical choice
not necesarily a love choice,
as how far did love get a vulnerable boy like yourself?
Then there was the time during the reproductive years
when the babies came, the diapers came
life was full of burdens
but you were still immortal
death happened to other people
Powerful vs Possible
I bend the world to my will
Be it by my own power
Or by the unchanging nature of the world.
It does as I wanted,
Did I not make it so?
My intuition is uncanny,
The knowing comes naturally.
Nevermind the clues laid before me
In a small piece of the vast pattern?
My cells reproduce
Create themselves anew
By this restoration I am healed
Shall I cure your ills?
Within my body I hold the birthplace of man
My womb has given life, nutured it
Am I likened to a Creator?
Men have wished misfortune on each other
When the adversary drops in death or sickness
Is that proof of men's power
Or proof of possibility?
I bend the world to my will
Be it by my own power
Or by the unchanging nature of the world.
It does as I wanted,
Did I not make it so?
My intuition is uncanny,
The knowing comes naturally.
Nevermind the clues laid before me
In a small piece of the vast pattern?
My cells reproduce
Create themselves anew
By this restoration I am healed
Shall I cure your ills?
Within my body I hold the birthplace of man
My womb has given life, nutured it
Am I likened to a Creator?
Men have wished misfortune on each other
When the adversary drops in death or sickness
Is that proof of men's power
Or proof of possibility?
The archons
Science has proven
we are blind
just a thin band of light
that we see
in our everyday life
lost souls
on a narrow road
all in a Line
where our spirit
is being sucked dry
food for those
WHO have no wish
to be known
by any other name
but their own
Our Own Version of Faith
I do not pray to the same God as you,
But I still carry that faith and hope
With me like the heavy load. Through
Every hard time, I hang onto the rope
Like a miracle. Somewhere up there
An angel is watching, trying to cope
With brokenness. I will not bear
Anybody else’s crosses except for
My own. You have a prayer
Spilling out of your lips. Save it before
You go preaching to someone who will
Never accept it. I have my own door
To open and walk through. Keep still
While others are feeding you made
Up lies. I hope that you continue to fill
Yourself up with love and every blade
Of grass running through your finger
Tips. Never let those moments fade
Away. Never let your hatred linger
Behind, even when you do not agree
With someone else. Imagine the bigger
Picture of the world. It is more than me
And it is more than you. It is not just
Black and white anymore. It is we
And us. Everything can be discussed
And heard. Everything could be argued.
How can we ever have such distrust?
I do not pray to the same God as you,
But I still carry that faith and hope
With me like the heavy load. Through
Every hard time, I hang onto the rope
Like a miracle. Somewhere up there
An angel is watching, trying to cope
With brokenness. I will not bear
Anybody else’s crosses except for
My own. You have a prayer
Spilling out of your lips. Save it before
You go preaching to someone who will
Never accept it. I have my own door
To open and walk through. Keep still
While others are feeding you made
Up lies. I hope that you continue to fill
Yourself up with love and every blade
Of grass running through your finger
Tips. Never let those moments fade
Away. Never let your hatred linger
Behind, even when you do not agree
With someone else. Imagine the bigger
Picture of the world. It is more than me
And it is more than you. It is not just
Black and white anymore. It is we
And us. Everything can be discussed
And heard. Everything could be argued.
How can we ever have such distrust?
Curse of Belief
If belief were a curse
tied to mind and strapped to heart
carried by the innocent
would it care for consequence?
When the birds come to roost
in aviaries on high roof
the bill is due, the time expired
now they see how they conspired.
In between the spires of truth
bridge impossible between the heights
far below the golden streets
the valley is life's harshest lie.
Spawn of desire for the best
and hypocrisy of the reality
the depths breed deepest contempt
for the vanguards of opposing tents.
Struggle against the beliefs embraced
once a blessing now a web
of contrary dogmas in long rows
like the markers above the graves.
The protectors come with long knives
honed to quiet the dissenting voice
sharp from the unpleasant tasks
gleefully chosen as their life path.
The wheel turns to grind the meat
something must grease the gears.
They'll pick the weakness links
no longer part of their chain.
Don't lay down when beliefs betray
the one they swore to protect.
Walk the canyon of your making
with assurity a lifetime does create.
Belief is more than a curse
it is the beginning and not the end
for the innocent no longer pure
made holy in the crucible.
The sword does not dig the grave
the shield is not a burial stone
trust the path in the wilderness
when safety brings only ill.
If belief were a curse
tied to mind and strapped to heart
carried by the innocent
would it care for consequence?
When the birds come to roost
in aviaries on high roof
the bill is due, the time expired
now they see how they conspired.
In between the spires of truth
bridge impossible between the heights
far below the golden streets
the valley is life's harshest lie.
Spawn of desire for the best
and hypocrisy of the reality
the depths breed deepest contempt
for the vanguards of opposing tents.
Struggle against the beliefs embraced
once a blessing now a web
of contrary dogmas in long rows
like the markers above the graves.
The protectors come with long knives
honed to quiet the dissenting voice
sharp from the unpleasant tasks
gleefully chosen as their life path.
The wheel turns to grind the meat
something must grease the gears.
They'll pick the weakness links
no longer part of their chain.
Don't lay down when beliefs betray
the one they swore to protect.
Walk the canyon of your making
with assurity a lifetime does create.
Belief is more than a curse
it is the beginning and not the end
for the innocent no longer pure
made holy in the crucible.
The sword does not dig the grave
the shield is not a burial stone
trust the path in the wilderness
when safety brings only ill.
Evolution
If evolution is just a myth
How do super bugs exist?
Bacteria mutate to survive
Although to kill them we strive.
Mutations arise at random
Often they are a burden
These mutations rarely survive
They inhibit the chance to thrive
A few mutations are of use
Over time they become profuse.
Step by step creatures evolved
Without the hand of god involved
If evolution is just a myth
How do super bugs exist?
Bacteria mutate to survive
Although to kill them we strive.
Mutations arise at random
Often they are a burden
These mutations rarely survive
They inhibit the chance to thrive
A few mutations are of use
Over time they become profuse.
Step by step creatures evolved
Without the hand of god involved
Anonymous
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theory x
Don't ask me where we all came from
your soul was also there
We all agreed on everything
and our guides to interfere.
We're multidimensional beings
created by starseeds
Beyond each of our realities
there's space that can't be seized.
Worlds without counted time
but of myriads layers of it
Supernal light energies
take forms of angelic wit
Some call it home or celestial sphere
the air color seem so light
You sense felicity, a nirvana state
with prayers dressed in white
'Life' is only an experience
you just have to go through
You may make something out of it
or someone else will, by you.
You may learn, you may teach
You may even just die
But your soul will be back,
or elsewhere, with luck,
make sure that you'll go high
Don't ask me where we all came from
your soul was also there
We all agreed on everything
and our guides to interfere.
We're multidimensional beings
created by starseeds
Beyond each of our realities
there's space that can't be seized.
Worlds without counted time
but of myriads layers of it
Supernal light energies
take forms of angelic wit
Some call it home or celestial sphere
the air color seem so light
You sense felicity, a nirvana state
with prayers dressed in white
'Life' is only an experience
you just have to go through
You may make something out of it
or someone else will, by you.
You may learn, you may teach
You may even just die
But your soul will be back,
or elsewhere, with luck,
make sure that you'll go high
Talisman
His narrow hips would have the play
To orchestrate the telling sway,
Like sporran of a tartan clan,
Accentuating talisman.
What science does this charm behold
For such a strutting nuded bold,
Who's calling for a second fame
As if he's God without a name.
Is this the way the scholars took
To thinking merchants had a rook
By selling Jesus' shrouded sheet.
Might just as well be rabbits feet.
His narrow hips would have the play
To orchestrate the telling sway,
Like sporran of a tartan clan,
Accentuating talisman.
What science does this charm behold
For such a strutting nuded bold,
Who's calling for a second fame
As if he's God without a name.
Is this the way the scholars took
To thinking merchants had a rook
By selling Jesus' shrouded sheet.
Might just as well be rabbits feet.
A spirited rhyme of science
Science, Science, why are you so bias?
God, God, cause of chaos
Science, science, search for truth
God, God, you are my truth
Science, science, cause of chaos
God, God, why are you so bias?
Spirit or Science. what can I say?
Science or Spirit which do I follow?
I know I pray
whenever I feel Hollow
Spirit, Spirit, I know you guide me
Science, Science, you set me free
God, God, oh my Lord
You gave me Spirit and Science
Oh my Lord
Science or Spirituality
What can I say
I only know my reality
So both of them stay
What can I say, what can I say
Science, science, where's my spirit
What can I say, what can I say
Spirit, Spirit, teach me science
What can I say, what can I say
I guess I'll hope to have this answer by next may
Science, Science, why are you so bias?
God, God, cause of chaos
Science, science, search for truth
God, God, you are my truth
Science, science, cause of chaos
God, God, why are you so bias?
Spirit or Science. what can I say?
Science or Spirit which do I follow?
I know I pray
whenever I feel Hollow
Spirit, Spirit, I know you guide me
Science, Science, you set me free
God, God, oh my Lord
You gave me Spirit and Science
Oh my Lord
Science or Spirituality
What can I say
I only know my reality
So both of them stay
What can I say, what can I say
Science, science, where's my spirit
What can I say, what can I say
Spirit, Spirit, teach me science
What can I say, what can I say
I guess I'll hope to have this answer by next may
Mr. Bel Low
We are all born from Adam’s allergy
when eating the apple, reading mythology.
One bite was enough to make his belly swelling
one bite was enough to fix his prostate wedding.
Eve was clever enough not to bite the apple
her father had told her not to put in her mouth
whatever it is bigger than her tit’s sample.
Science was far more advanced million years behind
there was no need for a woman to create the man kind.
God was the father, God was the mother
of Adam and Eve, for more… he couldn’t bother.
How they appeared is not a mystery though
they came from a song called “Mr Bel Low”:
"Don’t look for explanations
they are in the world’s carnations,
there’s no smell to get you pregnant
there’s no God like an agent
to find you the solution of you being an alien crow
and if don’t believe me, ask Mr. Bel Low."
We are all born from Adam’s allergy
when eating the apple, reading mythology.
One bite was enough to make his belly swelling
one bite was enough to fix his prostate wedding.
Eve was clever enough not to bite the apple
her father had told her not to put in her mouth
whatever it is bigger than her tit’s sample.
Science was far more advanced million years behind
there was no need for a woman to create the man kind.
God was the father, God was the mother
of Adam and Eve, for more… he couldn’t bother.
How they appeared is not a mystery though
they came from a song called “Mr Bel Low”:
"Don’t look for explanations
they are in the world’s carnations,
there’s no smell to get you pregnant
there’s no God like an agent
to find you the solution of you being an alien crow
and if don’t believe me, ask Mr. Bel Low."
Anonymous
So many awesome words, interesting perspectives and some very clever rhymes schemes. I could learn a thing or two! let democracy prevail. let the masses decide!
thebladeartist said:So many awesome words, interesting perspectives and some very clever rhymes schemes. I could learn a thing or two! let democracy prevail. let the masses decide!
Thank you for hosting bladeartist
that was so interesting subject and relative important
thank you all people
I wish democracy could be honored all across the world, as it was firstly born
Thank you for hosting bladeartist
that was so interesting subject and relative important
thank you all people
I wish democracy could be honored all across the world, as it was firstly born
