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87th Poetry Contest Voting

Poll closed Jul 6, 2009.
  1. The Intrepid Wonder’s Seeker - vangoghsear

    2 vote(s)
    15.4%
  2. He's Trash. - zebra

    0 vote(s)
    0.0%
  3. The Throw-Away - BrokenWing

    1 vote(s)
    7.7%
  4. Patience - Gannon

    4 vote(s)
    30.8%
  5. Seeking - Becca

    1 vote(s)
    7.7%
  6. The Pear - SisterShirk

    4 vote(s)
    30.8%
  7. Diving into Uncertainty - Mateius

    1 vote(s)
    7.7%
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    87th Poetry Contest (Dumpster Diving) Voting

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Torana, Jul 3, 2009.


    The
    87th
    Poetry Contest

    VOTING!


    The contest is closed, and voting shall now commence!

    This week's theme (courtesy of red matrix) is: Dumpster Diving

    Voting will end on 6th July, 2009. Voting for yourself is entirely at your own disgression. I'm frankly sick of discussion on the matter, so any in here will be deleted. If you want to vote for yourself, go for it, but I personally wouldn't do that unless I genuinely believed mine was the best.


    The winning poem will be stickied for a week in the poetry contest.



    Oh, and if I catch anyone cheating, it'll be castration (or whatever I deem the female equivilent to be). You have been warned *evil laughs, whilst sharpening a carving knife...*


    Seriously folks, don't do it. There is no prize to be won here but bragging rights, making cheating an exercise in pointlessness.


    Best of luck to all entrants, and happy voting




    Torana

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    The Intrepid Wonder’s Seeker - vangoghsear

    Stands the Intrepid
    “Wonders” Seeker,
    poised to gather
    “another man’s treasure”

    in his quest
    to salvage booty
    from the briny,
    metal nether.

    Time is pressing
    him to action!
    He holds his nose
    and dives on in.

    because the hour
    is seven thirty
    (they come at eight
    to collect the bin).
     
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    He's Trash. - zebra

    He hurts you.
    He lies to you.
    He spends you.

    He's trash.

    He uses you.
    He's lying when
    he says
    he loves you.

    He's trash.

    He's got no feelings.
    He's greedy.
    He'll kill you.

    He's trash.

    He makes you afraid.
    He makes you feel guilty.
    He really doesn't love you.

    Why? He's trash.
     
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    The Throw-Away - BrokenWing

    That's what I do, see?

    I get it out again and again

    and ain't nobody lookin' or

    wonderin' so

    I pick to the bottom

    find that old beat-up shoe

    every time see if it still fits

    is what I do

    just hangin' on to somethin'

    see? but nobody knows

    even got my name

    scratched in the paint

    and folks walk by 'cause

    it's just a goddamn dumpster

    see?
     
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    Patience - Gannon

    Amidst dancing dust,
    slick synthesised-bloom,
    marked mannequin-parts and twice-broken hearts,
    with some disembowelled former-Christmas-must,
    your sunken gem drowns in seas of costume.

    Amongst a wood-wormed world of nowhere-gates,
    warped oak-beams,
    gilt cornice and undone seams,
    with the last, small shred of brother-come-good,
    your soaked, second-place star smoulders,
    and waits.
     
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    The Pear - SisterShirk

    “Today we are pirates” says father to son
    “We’re searching for treasure! Now won’t that be fun?”

    An uncertain smile with an uncertain grin
    Gives son to his father -adventure begins-

    “Now see here, first mate, I’ll show you the trick
    You reach down in here and give it a flick”

    The father’s great arms stretched way down inside
    And moved the large pieces of garbage aside

    “There now, you see? This green thing’s our ship!
    Climb up inside, careful, don’t slip…”

    A little blue coat, with a little blue boy,
    Jumped into his ship and shouted with joy,

    “Look, Dad, just look! Just look over there!
    Whole, ripe, uneaten, a beautiful pear!”
     
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    Diving into Uncertainty - Mateius

    The murky depths call to me,
    I witness the future in its loathsome appearance.
    My big break, my shining moment.
    The gods cling on to me
    desperate to turn me away
    to deny me my greatest opportunity.

    They cover up their hatred and disgust
    with lies of comfort
    their worried expressions
    their desperate wails.
    For my safety they say!
    Where have they been all my life?

    I tear myself from them,
    violent revenge filling my every muscle
    and they flee back to their immortal palaces.
    Balancing on the edge of life itself
    I look to my guardians
    and await their consent.

    With a slight nod from my master
    I leave reality behind and begin the descent,
    falling towards my salvation.
    An inch of fear almost consumes me
    but ultimately fails its task.
    Joy is too powerful,
    a heroic warrior that will never fall.

    The spring in my step
    sets this body in motion.
    A slow beautiful movement,
    that captures the hearts and souls
    of the unloved soulless,
    pushing me into angelic grime.

    Bursting forth from the gentle abyss,
    I look towards those that can save me.
    Four numbers lift my spirits,
    and a friendly dirty face offers
    a cold dreamlike liquid in a paper bag
    with a golden medal made of butter packets.

    My name will be remembered for a thousand years.
    Like those of famous fighters that shine in glory.
    For none have performed a dive such as that,
    and none shall ever again.
    Doesn't this make it all worth it?
    I am not useless to the world.
    I will never be forgotten.
    Will I?
     
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