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Poetry Competition


KB

Time to pick a winner  

5 members have voted

  1. 1. please read the poems carefully before voting

    • chris5264
      1
    • V
      1
    • Maikel
      0
    • Cornerstone
      3
    • Gunnar Gran
      0
    • Craytonic
      0


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Due to lack of interest we fell short of the required number needed to pay 2nd, 3rd, or Hon. Mention, however I have decided that if everyone can help me pick the winner I will then award an Hon. Mention of my choosing.

I will leave this poll up until Monday morning (my time) and then pay the winner and delete it.

I'm not splitting up these entries if someone has submitted two...........pick your favourite.

Go to it gang........

1. chris5264

the princess anima

in a past without limits and ends

lives a quest for a perfection that mends

the heart of one man and the souls of many

in a poverty of surround, a boy took cape and broke bound

to seek an image that was close but forever unheard

she spoke soft, in opposites her captors preferred

in his shadow she found darkness her home

trapped by evil traits a princess lay alone

till in a fools sleep he cast a line, infinitely small

it cast no shadow at all

to pave a path of escape

less than timeless did it take

to emerge on the other side and grace clear sky

for all he saw was the princess anima

it filled all, both truth and lie

The inhabitants of a most populace land,

Found the task of decision making desperately at hand

Simple coordination seemed implausible

With so many parts, a single thing was impossible

Then, by trial and error

A fictitious King appeared from out of nowhere

A ruler with the hearts of the court

Moved forth with ease to both walk and purport

And in the joy of harmonic rule

The stories of the King grew and grew

Till the myth itself began to question and worry

What will happen in the end?

Forgetting all along, the King was nothing but a useful story

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2. V

FADE TO INFINITY

I left the years fade to yesterday

and my life to oxidize through infinity

but I forgot the rust, the days of joy

when the clouds danced in the rhythm of sadness

And when it rained again in the secret parts of my mind

I opened a black umbrella to dismiss

the bad things to come, in the hilarious light of history.

Because my future is deep and chaos of secret shadows

that rushed to cover

and extinguish the sun inside me.

And destiny lighted a fire that burns and ruins…

What cities will resist my way?

And for how long I will resist being silent?

What soul, what soul I will redeem in lies?

And what lies I will tell to my soul?

CREATION

A dazzling night, a glorious night,

she appeared through misty winds

and blazing lunar reflections,

a figure glowing from purity

bringing tears of awe in the eyes.

A woman that you believe she arrived here

from another star, faraway to infinity,

where the spots of light penetrated

the transparent glasses of life

and the width of the invisible souls.

Only in silence were able my senses

to see the dazzling beauty

at her sky-coloured eyes

and the luminous comets

she had in her hair.

I wanted to say so many things

beneath a dome full of stars

and the wind formed my words

from dust and fireflies.

‘The incomparable shining

that radiates a so brilliant presence

is a gift into the centuries of existence’

She approached me, she touched me,

and she took me with her in a valley

drenched with starlight

and flapping Angels.

Oh! Soul, in the dawn of life

of this infinite material world,

the only thing I asked her to let me take,

was the smell of the soil after the rain.

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3. Maikel

SAD CAFE

Late morning cup of tea.

I can no longer remember last night's dream.

The tea, like the dream, leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

PANTOMIME

Dancing with the sunbeams.

They lead me gently through the moves, softly, caressingly.

Moments like this I can forget everything else and I haven't a care in the world.

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4. Cornerstone

"TIMELINE OF A MINE DISASTER: TEN DAYS IN BEACONSFIELD, TASMANIA"

Phone call at ten, three miners are dead,

But it's in Tassie, we'll just send down Ed.

Press release Sunday, not dead only trapped

Message to me, your week off's been scrapped.

Newsroom's gone mental, “get on a plane!”

Goes without saying, can't take a train.

Day one is boring, miners still stuck,

Mulling 'round Tassie, dumb out of luck.

'Beckon' or 'Beacon', chewing the fat,

Nothing to do, but shiver and chat.

Newsroom to laptop, “what is the rub?”

“Shh,” I say thinking 'PO or Sub?”

Day two is worse, even less news,

Tap up some local, suss out their views.

News people restless, let's make something up

No sod will notice, let's sell them a pup

Day three, four, five, news people itchy,

Some of the anchors, decidedly bitchy

“We'll get them out safely,” the manager whines,

Just get 'em out quickly, we're fed up of mines.

Not much to do, but stare at my watch,

That guy in the hat, is that David Koch?

Now May the sixth, still metres away,

Looks like we're staying, just one more day.

Next day no further, we no longer care,

Just spare a thought, for the news anchor's hair.

Carleton collapses, “cameras away!”

No such thought, for the rest of our prey.

“It's harder than concrete, tougher than stone,”

But we haven't got news, we continue to moan.

“Just blow them up! Just give it some thought!”

Just think of the headline - 'Family Distraught'.

Suddenly they're out, in the lorry jumps Koch,

If we pay enough money, will the audience watch?

Chequebook journos, not much to admire,

Glance over the bar, is that Eddie McGuire?!

Cornerstone

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5. Gunnar Gran

The intruder continued, determined, brainless...but not headless

It nestled against its intention, pushing but not yet trembling, impatient...yet slowly

Millimetre by millimetre ceasing from sight ... no longer superficial but deep and approaching bliss

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6. Craytonic

Titled: An ode to my sub.

Oh I have the most perfect sub,

With it I can bathe in my tub.

Although with it time I do keep

The Asian movement belongs on the junk heap.

Thank goodness my re-haut is deep

from the stupid AD I heard nary a peep!

Thank you to those that had a go :thumbsupsmileyanim:

I know know to steer away from poetry here :wounded1:

Ken

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What about your entry? If it's a public poll? :)

Reminiscing

I look out through my window, across the pastures 'round my home,

And he is standing there watching, the cattle where they roam.

He was there when I was just a boy, playing in his arms,

And he would hold me up so high I'll see, across the neighboring farms.

He's the lord of all the land around, tall and proud as any King,

His deciples all the herds on hoof and birds upon a wing.

He's seen the droughts and fires, he's seen the flooding rains,

When his domain was turned to swamp and mud, from the valleys to the plains.

My Grandchildren now play with him, as I did long ago,

When he holds them up, they tell me, they can feel the North wind blow.

And I will leave this place in his careful hands, for I know he'll out live me,

So I salute you my life long friend, the grand old Norfolk tree.

Ken Berg

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What about your entry? If it's a public poll?

Mine wasn't an entry, I just posted it to set the mood.

I'm sure I would like Neils attempt if I could read Scottish :lol:

BTW nothing is stopping you from voting for yourself ;)

Ken

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Five and a half hours for two votes, obviously I underestimated the difficulty of this task! :blink:

Or maybe I explained it bad, the job is to read the entries and vote for the one you like :thumbsupsmileyanim:

To be honest though it is hard almost as hard as logging on. :brow:

Ken

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This has got to be some kind of joke seventeen and a half hours for three lousy votes, I don't expect everyone to be cultured enough to enjoy poetry but I do think we should all have enough intelligence to be able to push a vote button <_<

Ken

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Ok bugger this it was a complete waste of time leaving this poll up for 2 days (5 votes!), however conerstone has 3 of those votes so I'm declaring him the winner.

I would also like to give the Hon. Mention prize to......................chris5264

Congratulations to the winners :thumbsupsmileyanim:

That's it I can now end this whole sorry saga. :wounded1:

Ken

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I thought this was a pretty cool OT idea and was really surprised by the results. I know some are very private with their poetry so the low number of entries didn’t surprise me too much (I did think there would at least a few more). But people on this forum do have lots of opinions and I thought they would express them in voting. Could it be that watch people are just not into poetry or abstract art? I'm not sure I buy that...anyway I enjoyed it.

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:lol: Five votes total! :lol:

Ah, you have to laugh. Didn't more people enter than vote?!

Cheers for running the competition and for trying to raise the tone, Ken :thumbsupsmileyanim:

I suppose the next poetry competition should be 'best poetry written on boobs'! :lol: I'm guessing that might get the vote count through the roof!

@chris5264: top work! Like the abstract art idea!! :lol:

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From the depths of the crypt at St Giles

Came a scream that was heard for miles

Good Gracious...cried Father Ignatius

I forgot the Bishop had piles....... :D

There was a lady who triplets begat

Nat, Pat and Tat

It was fun breeding

But trouble feeding

Cause she didn't have a [censored] for Tat.

There once was a Senator from Mass

who was searchin around for a Lass;

He lucked out and found it;

He [censored]ed up and drowned it.

And That was the end of HIS ass!

There was a young fellow named perkin

Who was always jerkin his gherkin

His father said perkin

Stop jerkin your gherkin

Your gherkins fer ferkin not jerkin

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Ok there's our inoffical ditty comp winner.....

There was a young fellow named perkin

Who was always jerkin his gherkin

His father said perkin

Stop jerkin your gherkin

Your gherkins fer ferkin not jerkin

To bad there aint no prizes :D

And now this thread is closed

Ken

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