Poetry competition CLOSED 13th January 2017 7:04am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
Hepcat61
and poetryaccident
A Charm of Finches
1. A Charm of FInches
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Charm of Finches
In the ruins I’ve come to know
deepest Winter after gray of Fall
with a wish for better times
the sky opens for the birds
hope descends in on painted wings
on the breeze of missing Spring
bringing tunes with the sun
flit on barbwire white with frost
now to melt with messengers
seers of joy, prophets all
singing songs that lift the heart
asking each to do their part
small or large, rushing there
everyone one in their own way
brown to bright, each may fly
filling life with happiness
watch them flit from barb to branch
leaving cold to green the bark
Spring is found in chirped tunes
when charm of finches fill my life.
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Charm of Finches
In the ruins I’ve come to know
deepest Winter after gray of Fall
with a wish for better times
the sky opens for the birds
hope descends in on painted wings
on the breeze of missing Spring
bringing tunes with the sun
flit on barbwire white with frost
now to melt with messengers
seers of joy, prophets all
singing songs that lift the heart
asking each to do their part
small or large, rushing there
everyone one in their own way
brown to bright, each may fly
filling life with happiness
watch them flit from barb to branch
leaving cold to green the bark
Spring is found in chirped tunes
when charm of finches fill my life.
Anonymous
A murder of crows
Do you folks watch shows?
A crows demise, Yes! John Snows
I guess in game of thrones anything goes
Poor John Snow
Confused goth or closet emo
Don’t worry he`s back season six yo
Spoiler alert! Sorry about that, DOH! (homer simpson style)
Crows, snow and emos
Run out of verse that flows
Just as well I didn’t spin out some prose
Come off as ripe as an intolerance to lactose
Do you folks watch shows?
A crows demise, Yes! John Snows
I guess in game of thrones anything goes
Poor John Snow
Confused goth or closet emo
Don’t worry he`s back season six yo
Spoiler alert! Sorry about that, DOH! (homer simpson style)
Crows, snow and emos
Run out of verse that flows
Just as well I didn’t spin out some prose
Come off as ripe as an intolerance to lactose
(Husk of Hares)
Nightmares
I dreamt of you
trying
to kill me, again—cottontail
teeth, quick
bites, I gave your fingers, sliding
through the door jamb.
Panicked—hare’s feet, quick
kicked my heart; I
escaped once more, but
words ran
like mice through
the walls of my brain, as
you ran your car at
my impenetrable walls.
I didn’t cry, this
time—I
have husks for eyes and
emptied ducts, wasted
on you, too long.
I hop between windows,
rabbit, alert—you aren’t there, but
I feel your tirade; the
Priest was right:
‘Til death do us part.
Nightmares
I dreamt of you
trying
to kill me, again—cottontail
teeth, quick
bites, I gave your fingers, sliding
through the door jamb.
Panicked—hare’s feet, quick
kicked my heart; I
escaped once more, but
words ran
like mice through
the walls of my brain, as
you ran your car at
my impenetrable walls.
I didn’t cry, this
time—I
have husks for eyes and
emptied ducts, wasted
on you, too long.
I hop between windows,
rabbit, alert—you aren’t there, but
I feel your tirade; the
Priest was right:
‘Til death do us part.
11. A parliament of Owls
"Happy Who Year!"
Horton heard a Who late one dark and quiet night
That surprised him when he observed the Who had taken flight
Surely everyone in Whoville had fallen sound asleep
And the only sound they should be making was a snore
Not a screeching who and most definitely not a peep
Horton hollered up to whoever was floating up yonder in the sky
Saying "Hi Who, won't you come down and greet me eye o eye?
But all he heard in return was the rustle of feathers flapping up above
Horton wondered who flies at night, but no one he could think of
For there are no bats in Whoville and it was too dark to be a morning dove
Horton walked along until he came upon a gnarly looking tree
That appeared to have a thousand eyes looking at him frightfully
Startled by the enormity of this paramount discovery
Horton hesitantly inquired, "are you the who, who asked who of me?
Just then he heard a thunder, or perhaps a wind, he could not tell
When all the sudden every Who jumped from the tree but not a single fell
They floated up then settled down, landing on his extraordinary nose
That more closely resembled an unraveled fire hose
In fear Horton closed his eyes as all those big round eyes kept asking
Who, who, whooooo are you?
He peaked with one eye open at who was doing at that whooshing
Afraid they might unfurl their wings and give his big bottom a good hard swooshing
But instead they made a new kind of friend on whoooom they could always count
For when one finds himself alone in darkness, finding trustworthy friends is paramount
(1/1/2017)
(jj johnson)
"Happy Who Year!"
Horton heard a Who late one dark and quiet night
That surprised him when he observed the Who had taken flight
Surely everyone in Whoville had fallen sound asleep
And the only sound they should be making was a snore
Not a screeching who and most definitely not a peep
Horton hollered up to whoever was floating up yonder in the sky
Saying "Hi Who, won't you come down and greet me eye o eye?
But all he heard in return was the rustle of feathers flapping up above
Horton wondered who flies at night, but no one he could think of
For there are no bats in Whoville and it was too dark to be a morning dove
Horton walked along until he came upon a gnarly looking tree
That appeared to have a thousand eyes looking at him frightfully
Startled by the enormity of this paramount discovery
Horton hesitantly inquired, "are you the who, who asked who of me?
Just then he heard a thunder, or perhaps a wind, he could not tell
When all the sudden every Who jumped from the tree but not a single fell
They floated up then settled down, landing on his extraordinary nose
That more closely resembled an unraveled fire hose
In fear Horton closed his eyes as all those big round eyes kept asking
Who, who, whooooo are you?
He peaked with one eye open at who was doing at that whooshing
Afraid they might unfurl their wings and give his big bottom a good hard swooshing
But instead they made a new kind of friend on whoooom they could always count
For when one finds himself alone in darkness, finding trustworthy friends is paramount
(1/1/2017)
(jj johnson)
. A pandemonium of parrots
(i don't know if this counts as an entry, I wrote it on Halloween in 1985 after a news story about a parrot in a tree as winter was approaching here in upstate NY, but I thought parrots should get props too...
"Desire To Fly"
There was a parrot loose in a tree
Escaped from his cage and now he's free
Free to soar anywhere in the blue sky
How I've always wished that I too could fly
Envy the parrot and all the birds
For their songs are sweeter than words
Better than any I could ever write
My songs also want to escape into flight
It's a shame that his feathers were furled
And the rainbow he casts on the world
Caged and covered, no wonder he flew
From the ground I dream of his point of view
(jj johnson)
(i don't know if this counts as an entry, I wrote it on Halloween in 1985 after a news story about a parrot in a tree as winter was approaching here in upstate NY, but I thought parrots should get props too...
"Desire To Fly"
There was a parrot loose in a tree
Escaped from his cage and now he's free
Free to soar anywhere in the blue sky
How I've always wished that I too could fly
Envy the parrot and all the birds
For their songs are sweeter than words
Better than any I could ever write
My songs also want to escape into flight
It's a shame that his feathers were furled
And the rainbow he casts on the world
Caged and covered, no wonder he flew
From the ground I dream of his point of view
(jj johnson)
