Poetry competition CLOSED 19th March 2017 1:34am
WINNER
prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
RUNNER-UP:
calamitygin
Come Help Me Find Never Land
Fly
My crocodile tears
And tidal wave smile
Only
Sustain me
A little while
Until i shadow myself in neverland
With the ghosts of children
Fighting a man with hooked hand
You can fly
You can fly
You can fly
And i believe that pixie dust
And a swift turn flick of wrist
Tossing talisman charms
Bring me back
From floating adrift
And crash land me on my native isle
So I can pause and play a long while
With Indian Princess and her curly smile
And Tom Tom beat
pound from red brave
In shaman tantric hypnotic wave
The smell of mystery in the fog
And muddy Earth cooling my feet
And of course my Pan
Would steal a kiss from white hand
Then crows a warriors cry
Seal my returned kiss in his jar with 12 fireflies
And with it he light my nights
And comes to my window...
His fingertips flecked from glittery snow
Points to the lacey moon...
Says he plans to take me there soon...
Sailing me stars and happy away
Wherever his lions heart bright wind flows
The horizon stretched to mask the turn of day..
Warning:
In this place...
You never quite grow...
You can fly
You can fly
You can fly
My crocodile tears
And tidal wave smile
Only
Sustain me
A little while
Until i shadow myself in neverland
With the ghosts of children
Fighting a man with hooked hand
You can fly
You can fly
You can fly
And i believe that pixie dust
And a swift turn flick of wrist
Tossing talisman charms
Bring me back
From floating adrift
And crash land me on my native isle
So I can pause and play a long while
With Indian Princess and her curly smile
And Tom Tom beat
pound from red brave
In shaman tantric hypnotic wave
The smell of mystery in the fog
And muddy Earth cooling my feet
And of course my Pan
Would steal a kiss from white hand
Then crows a warriors cry
Seal my returned kiss in his jar with 12 fireflies
And with it he light my nights
And comes to my window...
His fingertips flecked from glittery snow
Points to the lacey moon...
Says he plans to take me there soon...
Sailing me stars and happy away
Wherever his lions heart bright wind flows
The horizon stretched to mask the turn of day..
Warning:
In this place...
You never quite grow...
You can fly
You can fly
You can fly
Never
The moment had come
as I hid in the weeds
alongside the alley
that ran through the town,
where other lost boys
don't know nothin' else,
their skinny scab knees
and dirty brown faces.
'Come. Come. Come!' I heard said
from the voice overhead,
with a blithe look of boy
watching mischievously.
I sniffed at the breeze
that carried his scent
remindin' me of
earth pies and tree bark.
As he took my hand
he raised me so high,
then more higher still
till we started to fly!
Where were we going?
I sure didn't know,
but I wasn't scared,
not ever again.
There couldn't be worse
than where I came from
for any lost boy
who never goes back..
Don't know where I'm goin',
and don't really mind;
acceptin' tomorrow,
and not yesterday.
I've taken the dare
as I close my eyes
to make me a wish
and soon I'll be there!
Come, my friend..I have found the fountain of youth
You must believe I speak of truth
In a world surrounded by the sound of flapping fairy wings
Where the robin and the bluejay sweetly sing
We'll walk through the exotic garden
Like two playful children back in kindergarten
Tasting pies and cakes of wild berries
Picking apples, peaches, and wild cherries
The sun by day will not scorch
At night we'll light up a fiery torch
And sail away on the crystallite sea
Happily forever we shall be
The full moon beams every night
And the Shooting Stars have a show of lights...
Come, my friend, take my hand
Let us leave for Never Land
We'll walk up to where the sidewalk ends
And down by where the river bends
A portal will open when the rainbow appears
We must hurry before it disappears
Through the portal and straight through its gates
The Place of Never Land for us awaits....🍒
You must believe I speak of truth
In a world surrounded by the sound of flapping fairy wings
Where the robin and the bluejay sweetly sing
We'll walk through the exotic garden
Like two playful children back in kindergarten
Tasting pies and cakes of wild berries
Picking apples, peaches, and wild cherries
The sun by day will not scorch
At night we'll light up a fiery torch
And sail away on the crystallite sea
Happily forever we shall be
The full moon beams every night
And the Shooting Stars have a show of lights...
Come, my friend, take my hand
Let us leave for Never Land
We'll walk up to where the sidewalk ends
And down by where the river bends
A portal will open when the rainbow appears
We must hurry before it disappears
Through the portal and straight through its gates
The Place of Never Land for us awaits....🍒
Don't Look
Gaze not upon things
too sad for a lost childhood—
the mundane of life,
adults who cannot
at all see within the mind
and what it once held.
Cast your heart the way
of the gold sparkling winds,
where hurt, for a while
is averted and
battles fought, are always won.
Never leave your youth.
Gaze not upon things
too sad for a lost childhood—
the mundane of life,
adults who cannot
at all see within the mind
and what it once held.
Cast your heart the way
of the gold sparkling winds,
where hurt, for a while
is averted and
battles fought, are always won.
Never leave your youth.
Anonymous
Granted
What a dream... I dreamt of us..
Flying off to Neverland...
Who would think I could fall for you..
After all ... it was you chasing me....
And I would hide from you...
Never catching me... you liked the sparkle ...
Always toying with me at times...
Lets agree... I did taunt .. gave you a glimpse ...
Maybe I was Tink and you where Pete...
Or maybe I was something ..you couldn't keep..
I dreamt in that hazy kind of sleep..
Taunting you with this desired ink...
I dreamed that you had caught my heart ...
I fought to keep you where you've been ...
Waking as I recall this dream ... reality ..
Nothing is wrong with chasing your ...
... Dreams ...
As long as I can be Tink .. playing with you... Pete 🎆 💫
💜
What a dream... I dreamt of us..
Flying off to Neverland...
Who would think I could fall for you..
After all ... it was you chasing me....
And I would hide from you...
Never catching me... you liked the sparkle ...
Always toying with me at times...
Lets agree... I did taunt .. gave you a glimpse ...
Maybe I was Tink and you where Pete...
Or maybe I was something ..you couldn't keep..
I dreamt in that hazy kind of sleep..
Taunting you with this desired ink...
I dreamed that you had caught my heart ...
I fought to keep you where you've been ...
Waking as I recall this dream ... reality ..
Nothing is wrong with chasing your ...
... Dreams ...
As long as I can be Tink .. playing with you... Pete 🎆 💫
💜
I try to go to Neverland; the land of eternal youth
I can only get there in my dreams, if I want to tell the truth.
I love to gambol in the nude
Seeking girls to be screwed
Free from family duties
To play with these beauties.
I like to travel near and far
To do things quite bizarre
To see wonderful sights
And to spend erotic nights
Awake; I have to leave the scene
And get up to the old routine
I can only get there in my dreams, if I want to tell the truth.
I love to gambol in the nude
Seeking girls to be screwed
Free from family duties
To play with these beauties.
I like to travel near and far
To do things quite bizarre
To see wonderful sights
And to spend erotic nights
Awake; I have to leave the scene
And get up to the old routine
Mary-go-round
I have this recurring vision about a plain girl named Mary,
high school or college age. it keeps kicking around in my head,
it's aggravating, so I'm writing it out, just words falling on paper.
she's not pretty like her classmates, that makes her shy & reclusive.
she goes to the amusement park & rides the carousel, the only
place she's happy. the animals on the ride talk to her, I don't know
what they say, I don't speak the language. it's all telepathic, so I
don't have access anyway.
maybe one of them even loves her, probably the silver pony, the one
she rides most of the time. she rubs the cold plaster of its neck,
maybe that warms it, I don't know.
so that's it. plain Mary. in the amusement park. rides the carousel. the
animals talk to her. the silver pony loves her. maybe... oh yeah, happiness.
story of a girl on a carousel. it’s the quivering mirage of a stoner’s
haze, it’s isn’t real. except it is…
I have this recurring vision about a plain girl named Mary,
high school or college age. it keeps kicking around in my head,
it's aggravating, so I'm writing it out, just words falling on paper.
she's not pretty like her classmates, that makes her shy & reclusive.
she goes to the amusement park & rides the carousel, the only
place she's happy. the animals on the ride talk to her, I don't know
what they say, I don't speak the language. it's all telepathic, so I
don't have access anyway.
maybe one of them even loves her, probably the silver pony, the one
she rides most of the time. she rubs the cold plaster of its neck,
maybe that warms it, I don't know.
so that's it. plain Mary. in the amusement park. rides the carousel. the
animals talk to her. the silver pony loves her. maybe... oh yeah, happiness.
story of a girl on a carousel. it’s the quivering mirage of a stoner’s
haze, it’s isn’t real. except it is…
In some parallel dimension
My soul comes home and lose its clothes
Goes downstairs and opens heavy doors
To walk outside again but to the place
Describing which is like to walk in maze
This is some world but not the world
It's never hot there as well as never cold
The weather is something always pleasant
You can't ever find here rain or desert
My soul has life there but it doesn't
There was no beginning, so I'd rather
Call it something endless with no start
Where you and I have never been apart
My soul walks there with yours together
Holding hands they haven't had forever,
Kissing each other softly with no lips,
Say "I love" but mouth never speaks
Can't breathe but melt through an air
They don't know what is "bad" or "unfair"
They are not happy here, they feel more
Than you can acknowledge, put into words
My soul doesn't know what it is "a few"
Here it is always making love to you
Never separating from you which is death
In parallel dimension and in all the rest
Goes downstairs and opens heavy doors
To walk outside again but to the place
Describing which is like to walk in maze
This is some world but not the world
It's never hot there as well as never cold
The weather is something always pleasant
You can't ever find here rain or desert
My soul has life there but it doesn't
There was no beginning, so I'd rather
Call it something endless with no start
Where you and I have never been apart
My soul walks there with yours together
Holding hands they haven't had forever,
Kissing each other softly with no lips,
Say "I love" but mouth never speaks
Can't breathe but melt through an air
They don't know what is "bad" or "unfair"
They are not happy here, they feel more
Than you can acknowledge, put into words
My soul doesn't know what it is "a few"
Here it is always making love to you
Never separating from you which is death
In parallel dimension and in all the rest
Written by LanaW
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Anonymous
Peter Pan (2017)
Once upon a time in Neverland
pirates were booked by the law,
police searched ships and found them
smuggling immigrants on to the shore
the lost boys are in prison now
and combined are doing life,
caught on CCTV patrol
for possession of many a knife
Captain Hook went crazy
and takes Valium for the pain,
to stop him from believing
Peter's imminent attack again
Tinkerbell now sells her soul
and hangs around street corners,
she charges by the hour
to visit drunks in sweaty saunas
and what of Peter Pan you say?
well, his immortality was a lie -
for when Hook stabbed his chest
his only destiny was to die.
Once upon a time in Neverland
pirates were booked by the law,
police searched ships and found them
smuggling immigrants on to the shore
the lost boys are in prison now
and combined are doing life,
caught on CCTV patrol
for possession of many a knife
Captain Hook went crazy
and takes Valium for the pain,
to stop him from believing
Peter's imminent attack again
Tinkerbell now sells her soul
and hangs around street corners,
she charges by the hour
to visit drunks in sweaty saunas
and what of Peter Pan you say?
well, his immortality was a lie -
for when Hook stabbed his chest
his only destiny was to die.
Anonymous
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Nearly
Always
The late hour
Awakens my shadow...
Untied
From my coherent mind
He travels far
Beyond bounds of time...
Hidden in words
And short sentences
He pulls my youth
From within me...
As I rest my head
Bed sheet sails
Surpass a self-made
Fortress
Releasing me
From gravity's
Grasp...
I call the stars
By name
As I am casted
Among them...
Mysterious mermaids
Speak of dreams
Long since sewed
Deep beneath my seams...
For I do
Believe in fairies
And the Magic
Both seen
And unseen
-It remains
All shadows Know
The way
And Exactly where to go...
Let your head rest
Where it may
And follow
The celestial throw...
It's past the road
Of expectation
Past paper towns
There lies dimension...
We all know the way
To NeverLand...
Though most
Forget to bring it back
With the wake of day...
Remember to believe
In the Magic
Both seen
And unseen...
NeverLand is waiting
For all those
Casting
Dreams...
Always
The late hour
Awakens my shadow...
Untied
From my coherent mind
He travels far
Beyond bounds of time...
Hidden in words
And short sentences
He pulls my youth
From within me...
As I rest my head
Bed sheet sails
Surpass a self-made
Fortress
Releasing me
From gravity's
Grasp...
I call the stars
By name
As I am casted
Among them...
Mysterious mermaids
Speak of dreams
Long since sewed
Deep beneath my seams...
For I do
Believe in fairies
And the Magic
Both seen
And unseen
-It remains
All shadows Know
The way
And Exactly where to go...
Let your head rest
Where it may
And follow
The celestial throw...
It's past the road
Of expectation
Past paper towns
There lies dimension...
We all know the way
To NeverLand...
Though most
Forget to bring it back
With the wake of day...
Remember to believe
In the Magic
Both seen
And unseen...
NeverLand is waiting
For all those
Casting
Dreams...
Turn away from Neverland
Find me my sweet Prince
Of lil lost men
Who suffer to toss away their toys
As you crow away your father's ego
Do you toss your feather back
And sound away?
Each echo inching you away from me...
Leaving you safe from any responsibility?
Spending days adrift
Hopping from shore to shore
Avoiding the monotiny of culpability
Kissing some silly young thing
With pouty lips
Fairy dust flaking from fingertips
But tell me does the bounce in her full young tits...
Make up for the jejune glaze of carefree expression
She must wear in her China doll eyes
Without the pain of life to wet them
Like reflecting pools giving blaze when finding jocund glint
As love is captured in them for the very first time....
Do you remember that look in mine Sweet Prince?
When we were young and love was new?
Hush my darling...
Don't crow so loud...
You must remember and find me soon...
Find me my sweet Prince
Of lil lost men
Who suffer to toss away their toys
As you crow away your father's ego
Do you toss your feather back
And sound away?
Each echo inching you away from me...
Leaving you safe from any responsibility?
Spending days adrift
Hopping from shore to shore
Avoiding the monotiny of culpability
Kissing some silly young thing
With pouty lips
Fairy dust flaking from fingertips
But tell me does the bounce in her full young tits...
Make up for the jejune glaze of carefree expression
She must wear in her China doll eyes
Without the pain of life to wet them
Like reflecting pools giving blaze when finding jocund glint
As love is captured in them for the very first time....
Do you remember that look in mine Sweet Prince?
When we were young and love was new?
Hush my darling...
Don't crow so loud...
You must remember and find me soon...
I stumbled upon this never land.As soon as entered I was given a wildflower headdress crown.This place had some of the biggest sunflowers I'd even seen.Looked like a Monet picturesque canvas immediately I became part of the gardening team.The fields are filled with corn so golden and bright.The moon shone in silver and created amazing reflections all through the night.This beautiful place I could come back anytime.The people so friendly some make this homemade elderberry wine.The air always filled a herbal perfume.Never land a place to escape to get there I just have to walk across the field which is next to my garden gate 🌈🌺🌷
Anonymous
