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    32nd poetry contest

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Torana, Jan 17, 2008.

    The
    Thirty Second
    Poetry Contest


    Here's to another year of poetry contests!

    The six commandments (rules just sounded so boring...):

    * The poem must be based on the theme I set if not it will not be entered.
    * Only one poem per member or they will be deleted and you will be stricken from the contest.
    * Each poem must be more than 7 lines or it will be removed.
    * No editing a poem once it is submitted without prior permission. So please PM me before you edit you poems or I will have no choice but to not enter your piece for voting.
    * The poems are to be entered into this thread.
    * No soliciting votes. Do not ask people to vote for you, or attempt to cheat the system. You will be caught, and then I'll have to think of some suitable punishment for you.
    * Put the title at the beginning of your poem. Otherwise I will title it for you, and I'll use my imagination


    The entry stage will end in five days, on 22nd January 2008, whereupon voting will be opened.

    The voting stage will end after three days, on 25th January 2008. The winner will have their poem stickied in the Poetry Thread for a week following their victory.

    This week's theme (courtesy of me) is: The following clown images.

    Simply choose one of the images, A B or C. Then write what comes to your mind about the particular image that you wrote about.

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    Be imaginative and have fun Please PM any suggestions for future themes to myself and they will be used in the order in which they are received.


    Torana

    PS. Any questions which haven't been answered in this thread should be directed to myself.
     
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    Clowns are scary...
     
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    I know I've the biggest fobia of them.

    Please keep it on topic though :)
     
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    Oh, I really like this one. I've got some good ideas stored away. hehe.
     
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    Working for Peanuts

    No sound to voice his words,
    a mask to hide his pain.
    An acsentuated smile,
    black tears fall down like rain.

    A honk, and squirt of water.
    Banana slip, fall down once more.
    Laughter from the crowds,
    cheering for an encore.

    Trying to make people laugh,
    but many's fear make them cry.
    This clowns sanity is going to pop,
    like a balloon lost in the sky.

    This is not his lifes dream,
    working for peanuts and pennies.
    Travelling with the circus,
    since his vulnerable twenties.

    The magic has been lost,
    his red round nose no longer squeaks.
    An effect from all his bourbon,
    falling down, no longer a technique.

    Crawling into his bed of hay,
    removing his big red shoes.
    Whispering a heartfelt goodnight,
    to the elephant in stall number two.
     
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    Taking picture B

    That is when the show began.

    The chatter of the children clapping hard,
    The murmur of the people watching the show,
    The act of the monkeys on the stage,
    And the clown sits mourning in his tent.

    The people are waiting for his act,
    But the clown keeps away, very sad,,
    About something that his mother said,
    When she she died the night before.
    "Son," she said, holding his hand,
    "It's my wish you always remain the same,
    I hope always make people laugh,
    Make a difference in this world."

    A tear slides down his cheek,to think,
    He counldn't fulfill his mother's wish,
    He was of no use, but as a clown,
    And that was nothing to be known for.
    Just then a tiny hand wiped his tears,
    And asked his father why he was crying.
    When told the reason, he grew serious,
    And then told his father to get up.

    He lead the clown to the tent,
    Where the circus was being held.
    To his surprise, all people inside had,
    Sombre looks on their faces,
    And all the children looked very sad.
    The clown surprised, turned to his son,
    For this had never happened before,
    And the son, very serious, replied:

    "Dear Dad, you may think as a clown,
    What you're doing is nothing big,
    But most of the people sitting inside,
    Really came to see you, Jolly Stian.
    What Grandma really meant was that,
    You are the reason who makes many people laugh,
    She wanted you to remain the same,
    For this is better than all money and fame."

    The clown on hearing his son,
    Finally understood what he meant,
    Living is doing what you do best,
    And always doing that is a must.
    So he walked inside to thundering claps,
    Pulled a silly face and made all children laugh,
    And when he got on with his act,
    That is when the show began.
     
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    a Fatal Joy

    Picture A

    A Fatal Joy
    My need for the youngun's energy
    is what keeps me here;
    what keeps me alive.
    Transforming into your deepest fear
    hiding under your bed,
    crawling up from the drains.
    Feeding on all of those little souls
    because only they believe;
    the others cannot see me.
    Luring each tot, one by one
    they fall for my wonderful disguise.
    They can join me or fight me,
    destroy me or be destroyed.
    Spreading terror throughout the town
    is actually quite attractive.
    So come and take a dive!
     
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    Poetry contest over with voting will be up soon. Please give me time to post it up.
     
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