Poetry competition CLOSED 7th February 2017 10:23pm
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and xmar82
Page:
Rapture
The Season of War
The Season of War
( Part 1)
From my mound freshly laid
I sat and gazed upon the melancholy view
Of stone and manicured lawn
Dappled with plastic flowers and faded ribbons fluttering in the breeze.
I pondered the trip, delayed as yet
A second plan not known to me
Till winged angel perched above
Dark with soot upon its downy descended.
Clawed soiled feet, scrape against the marble marker,
Ebony talons tighten then grip, cracking the veined gravestone.
I have come for thee,
My name dangling upon its scorched lips
A brutal judgmental stare emanating from his avian eyes with
A coldness more intense than death itself
I lowered my eyes as tears bathed my trembling phantom feet
It scoffed and read the scroll tucked under its wing.
A servitude for your many transgressions against thy lord’s laws,
Weak faith and callous demeanor,
A loyal servant you are not
Eight centuries upon the Wailing Wall
To protect the world of the living may do you well,
The sentries must be replenished.
Earn thy place and another will come
To bestow a quest for higher ranking.
Do not hesitate, pick up thy arms
Win that which now is out of your reach.
To hells door it murmured dryly
As an ebony feline hissed at the ghastly scene.
I shuddered as I took the sword and shield
The sheath and belt of sparkling hide.
A helmet strong yet light as a feather
Dangled in my trembling hand.
The world turned monochromatic and infinitesimal
My mind raced with thoughts of horrors waiting
I stuttered again and the words came fumbling out
Cracked and weak they had no claim.
What of the stolen innocence suffered too long?
Does that not weigh against the lot?
I have no pardons signed for thee
Your sins are weighed and your fate is set.
Don’t question the messenger.
Upon the wind it leapt and hung
Pointing down it spoke with renewed vigor.
Guard thy weapons and harden thy resolution
Serve without question, lest ye be condemned.
All Hollows Eve is upon us,
The gates will be stormed.
Away he flew and I pondered again
The sentence leveled upon me.
The tears raced again towards my feet
I sheathed the sword and dropped the helmet.
A pleading cry emanated from within,
Animalistic it shook me to my very being.
The moment vanished in a flash of light.
On your feet, another gargoyle materialized out of the air,
A familiar voice spoke to me.
No recognition came to mind,
Relevance was of low importance.
Come he said,
The others are waiting.
The Season of War
( Part 1)
From my mound freshly laid
I sat and gazed upon the melancholy view
Of stone and manicured lawn
Dappled with plastic flowers and faded ribbons fluttering in the breeze.
I pondered the trip, delayed as yet
A second plan not known to me
Till winged angel perched above
Dark with soot upon its downy descended.
Clawed soiled feet, scrape against the marble marker,
Ebony talons tighten then grip, cracking the veined gravestone.
I have come for thee,
My name dangling upon its scorched lips
A brutal judgmental stare emanating from his avian eyes with
A coldness more intense than death itself
I lowered my eyes as tears bathed my trembling phantom feet
It scoffed and read the scroll tucked under its wing.
A servitude for your many transgressions against thy lord’s laws,
Weak faith and callous demeanor,
A loyal servant you are not
Eight centuries upon the Wailing Wall
To protect the world of the living may do you well,
The sentries must be replenished.
Earn thy place and another will come
To bestow a quest for higher ranking.
Do not hesitate, pick up thy arms
Win that which now is out of your reach.
To hells door it murmured dryly
As an ebony feline hissed at the ghastly scene.
I shuddered as I took the sword and shield
The sheath and belt of sparkling hide.
A helmet strong yet light as a feather
Dangled in my trembling hand.
The world turned monochromatic and infinitesimal
My mind raced with thoughts of horrors waiting
I stuttered again and the words came fumbling out
Cracked and weak they had no claim.
What of the stolen innocence suffered too long?
Does that not weigh against the lot?
I have no pardons signed for thee
Your sins are weighed and your fate is set.
Don’t question the messenger.
Upon the wind it leapt and hung
Pointing down it spoke with renewed vigor.
Guard thy weapons and harden thy resolution
Serve without question, lest ye be condemned.
All Hollows Eve is upon us,
The gates will be stormed.
Away he flew and I pondered again
The sentence leveled upon me.
The tears raced again towards my feet
I sheathed the sword and dropped the helmet.
A pleading cry emanated from within,
Animalistic it shook me to my very being.
The moment vanished in a flash of light.
On your feet, another gargoyle materialized out of the air,
A familiar voice spoke to me.
No recognition came to mind,
Relevance was of low importance.
Come he said,
The others are waiting.
Well Timed
(From The Defiant Heart)
(…but the anti-gravity chamber hadn’t worked properly in years.
It would turn on and off for seconds at a time, allowing them to either fly
through the air or fall hard if they weren’t prepared. Everything had to be well timed…)
He leapt from the ceiling rafter,
Some thirty feet above the floor,
Where his adversary lay wounded,
Awaiting the final blow.
He fell through the air,
Gradually and graciously,
Sword in hands held above his head,
As the zero gravity let him fall
Slow as a feather in the void of space.
He had counted the seconds in his head,
Calculating the gravity would turn back on
Six or seven feet above his foe,
And then he would drive the steel,
Right through his enemy’s heart.
(From The Defiant Heart)
(…but the anti-gravity chamber hadn’t worked properly in years.
It would turn on and off for seconds at a time, allowing them to either fly
through the air or fall hard if they weren’t prepared. Everything had to be well timed…)
He leapt from the ceiling rafter,
Some thirty feet above the floor,
Where his adversary lay wounded,
Awaiting the final blow.
He fell through the air,
Gradually and graciously,
Sword in hands held above his head,
As the zero gravity let him fall
Slow as a feather in the void of space.
He had counted the seconds in his head,
Calculating the gravity would turn back on
Six or seven feet above his foe,
And then he would drive the steel,
Right through his enemy’s heart.
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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 to begin again.
Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide,
to assuage widow moon's bridge keeper
with bribes of all that you promise her.
Lest you wade the murky depths in the
guise of albino salamander,
avoid consumption while traversing
the maze of surface fires
that block the way, and flotillas
of man-o-war jellyfish,
their tentacles rife with voltage
to your slithering canopy.
And from the mantle of your blindness,
you sense amid the current
a jagged danger on the far side
where brittle struts from bone of baleen
threaten to sabotage integrity
of your shape-shifting escape,
little-known the consequences.
No book of shadows to guide us,
nor the written divination of runes,
or reed scriptures from the afterworld.
The encryption simply reads that
there is nothing more once it is begun.
I sing
Me free from mans hot breath
Panting lies
Across what was to be Lilly white
And mine only to.hold
Or to.give away
To be touched in some tender way
As I gazed on close reflection of self through innocent eye
His smile as he parted gentle my girlish pearl of thighs
That shook with excitement
In Clouds of white
When spread for gentle kiss good night
I would kiss sweetly his round of cherub face
Keeping his memory in finger while lovingly traced
He would glow bright with my youths sweetest dew
And I pause to taste self when I was new
Off lip that parted to speak only my name
Landing like music on my ears without hint of shame
Instead I heard his loathesome growl ...beyond the pale
Rolling his jennygirrrrl bid off incestuous tongue that knew me far too well
But Today i saw God lay him.down to.rest
And with toss of.lilly to grave from heaving chest
I cursed him to long live well in his eternity of hell
Me free from mans hot breath
Panting lies
Across what was to be Lilly white
And mine only to.hold
Or to.give away
To be touched in some tender way
As I gazed on close reflection of self through innocent eye
His smile as he parted gentle my girlish pearl of thighs
That shook with excitement
In Clouds of white
When spread for gentle kiss good night
I would kiss sweetly his round of cherub face
Keeping his memory in finger while lovingly traced
He would glow bright with my youths sweetest dew
And I pause to taste self when I was new
Off lip that parted to speak only my name
Landing like music on my ears without hint of shame
Instead I heard his loathesome growl ...beyond the pale
Rolling his jennygirrrrl bid off incestuous tongue that knew me far too well
But Today i saw God lay him.down to.rest
And with toss of.lilly to grave from heaving chest
I cursed him to long live well in his eternity of hell
A tall.tale of two
There lived two pretty sisters
That shared one good pair of shoes
They had only one good dress between the two
And if that didnt beat all...
Of course they had only one suitor that would really do..
Amazingly as far as problems there really were few...
See, one sister was shy
The other quite the Tom boy...
One barely spoke
The othe liked to.dress ike a bloke..
The problems were left for the young man who was puzzled which Sis To ask to court
Which one would be easy, things of that sort..
While he was sure one Sister would rather be fishing...
He was also sure the other would not be in to petting and .kissing...
Would the one wearing patched knees ..
Be all the more ready for a tumble?
Would she look as lovely all musssy and rumpled...?
Would the quiet one be stunning, but poor company to entertain..?.
Or would her lacking verbal skills seem unimportant when embarrassed and her breasts broke out in flame!?
Would the boyish one spit
In front of his mother?
Would the shy one be a prude when rolling under the covers?
The young man decided to.leave it up.to.fate...
And tossed a coin ...its flip deciding his date...
But when he came calling he got the shock of his life....
Fate had not offered two able bodied sisters with very different minds.....
But congenital sisters...
One able body and two heads for one wife!
There lived two pretty sisters
That shared one good pair of shoes
They had only one good dress between the two
And if that didnt beat all...
Of course they had only one suitor that would really do..
Amazingly as far as problems there really were few...
See, one sister was shy
The other quite the Tom boy...
One barely spoke
The othe liked to.dress ike a bloke..
The problems were left for the young man who was puzzled which Sis To ask to court
Which one would be easy, things of that sort..
While he was sure one Sister would rather be fishing...
He was also sure the other would not be in to petting and .kissing...
Would the one wearing patched knees ..
Be all the more ready for a tumble?
Would she look as lovely all musssy and rumpled...?
Would the quiet one be stunning, but poor company to entertain..?.
Or would her lacking verbal skills seem unimportant when embarrassed and her breasts broke out in flame!?
Would the boyish one spit
In front of his mother?
Would the shy one be a prude when rolling under the covers?
The young man decided to.leave it up.to.fate...
And tossed a coin ...its flip deciding his date...
But when he came calling he got the shock of his life....
Fate had not offered two able bodied sisters with very different minds.....
But congenital sisters...
One able body and two heads for one wife!
SOMETHING FISHY
Something’s kind’a fishy
Something’s not quite right
I Smelt something ishy
You can bet your Bass I’m right
Beware of alluring lures
Rainbow Trout brights
So many enticing colors
Undercover hookers
That nibble but never bite
Instead of a Mermaid
You’re a sucker for the Crabs
And to your dismay
Your Lutefisk is full of Shad
For Satan is the Master
The best impersonator
Beware you become a keeper
For that Muskie baiter
“Life isn’t catch and release, Punk!”
Something’s kind’a fishy
Something’s not quite right
I Smelt something ishy
You can bet your Bass I’m right
Beware of alluring lures
Rainbow Trout brights
So many enticing colors
Undercover hookers
That nibble but never bite
Instead of a Mermaid
You’re a sucker for the Crabs
And to your dismay
Your Lutefisk is full of Shad
For Satan is the Master
The best impersonator
Beware you become a keeper
For that Muskie baiter
“Life isn’t catch and release, Punk!”
I wouldn't know...
so I sit down
on my desk start typing
something about the darkness,
the evilness and the cruelness
allure me, pulling me back
no matter how much I tried to escape
one step to the light two steps to the darkness
two steps to the light and holding my ground
another two steps backwards
one to the front and no-one to pull me down
where do I go from here?
I want to break free, I want to scream take me,
and wring my soul to dry
put it on a thread and make me fly
make me cry, just let me die
burn my skin, crush my bones
drink my blood, when am gone;
would anyone cry?
would any one care? or
would you let me lay there
to rot and fade into
the deeper soils?
I would't know ...
so I sit down
on my desk start typing
something about the darkness,
the evilness and the cruelness
allure me, pulling me back
no matter how much I tried to escape
one step to the light two steps to the darkness
two steps to the light and holding my ground
another two steps backwards
one to the front and no-one to pull me down
where do I go from here?
I want to break free, I want to scream take me,
and wring my soul to dry
put it on a thread and make me fly
make me cry, just let me die
burn my skin, crush my bones
drink my blood, when am gone;
would anyone cry?
would any one care? or
would you let me lay there
to rot and fade into
the deeper soils?
I would't know ...
American Gothic.
They call me a doomsday preacher boy,
Who only wants is to see people die.
They say that I should confess,
That my life is a mess,
And my head is too far beyond.
There's no time to repent your sins,
Your gonna die with your kin.
Can't you see the rapture is on it's way,
I'll be celebrating at the end of days.
Hurricanes and tornados bound,
Sinners savaged by Satan's hounds,
Rivers flowing with sinful blood.
Pestilence and death,
Swallowing the earth
in a mighty flood.
I can hear them galloping hooves a coming,
Coming over the horizon,
The sky is black
and the hail does fall,
The past is a dream,
forgotten and gone.
The present only hellish pain,
and the future there be none.
They call me a doomsday preacher boy,
Who only wants is to see people die.
They say that I should confess,
That my life is a mess,
And my head is too far beyond.
There's no time to repent your sins,
Your gonna die with your kin.
Can't you see the rapture is on it's way,
I'll be celebrating at the end of days.
Hurricanes and tornados bound,
Sinners savaged by Satan's hounds,
Rivers flowing with sinful blood.
Pestilence and death,
Swallowing the earth
in a mighty flood.
I can hear them galloping hooves a coming,
Coming over the horizon,
The sky is black
and the hail does fall,
The past is a dream,
forgotten and gone.
The present only hellish pain,
and the future there be none.
To our host mcjay, I thank you for this opportunity, for allowing me to travel well outside the box, that takes me to where I am now enraptured in this moment, made sweeter by sharing the podium with poetic wordsmiths wallyroo92 and xmar82 - my congratulations to them, and my best wishes to everyone who participated!
