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  1. thirdwind

    thirdwind Contributing Member Contest Administrator Reviewer Contributor

    Jul 17, 2008
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    Past Contest Poetry Contest #255 -- Theme: "Technology"

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest' started by thirdwind, Nov 3, 2014.

    Since the previous contest winner never PMed me a theme, I'm using a theme suggested by @cutecat22 in the theme idea thread. The theme for this contest is "technology." You are free to interpret the theme however you wish, but please make sure your poem does take the theme into account in some way.

    All entries are due by 11:59 PM EST on Saturday, November 22. All entries should be posted directly in this thread. Replies will be anonymized by the anonymizer system, and they will be de-anonymized once voting ends. Keep in mind that you're responsible for making sure the formatting of your poem is correct.

    Good luck to everyone who enters!
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  2. Darkkin

    Darkkin Reflection of a nobody Contributor

    Jun 21, 2012
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    Following the footprints in the sand...
    Broken Bird

    An Emperor's gilded, golden toy,
    Tireless and perfect in a silken box.
    Always singing,
    Wings flutter and glow.
    Studded with gems and jewels.
    Shining and perfect.
    Empty and cold.

    Little lark in the deep, dark wood.
    A stone, cast by a malicious hand.
    A broken bone, a melancholy lullaby.
    Beneath muddied feathers, a heart.
    Warm and bruised...
    Beating in the shadows.
    Even downed with a shattered wing.
    From the thicket,
    Oh how she does sing.

    The beauty is in her life.
    The passion she gives unto the world.
    Far from glowing, flawed and tattered.
    She shines with an inner light.
    No gem or precious metal can mimic.
    Flesh and bone and heart.
    A soul with bright, dreaming eyes.
    From the thicket, she stares at the skies.
    Where she flew,
    Where her song, carries still.

    Little lark in the deep, dark wood.
    Lifted your head, you are the hope,
    Of the lost, the forgotten,
    The utterly misunderstood.
    This song you sing, the refrain and round.
    We listen to the echo,
    Weaving words, seeking to make sense,
    Of our own twisted verse,
    Breaking the silence with a gentle sound.

    Broken bird. Token bird.
    Little lark of the deep, dark wood.
    Always there, singing on.
    A moment of violence.
    A shattered music box.
    Scattered gems and stolen jewels.
    A splintered mirror, fragmented dreams.
    But in the shadows, you still sing.

    Little lark in the deep, dark wood.
    Little lark with a broken wing.
    A gentle hand reaches out,
    Lending aid, even as you sing.
    A splint. A cast,
    A broken wing, healing fast.
    Little lark in the deep, dark wood.
    Broken but breathing,
    On and on you sing,
    And one day soon,
    You again will fly.
    Wings spread wide, among the clouds,
    In a sun drenched sky.
    Last edited: Nov 3, 2014
  3. Lancie

    Lancie Contributing Member

    Oct 20, 2014
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    Birmingham, UK

    I am starving
    Quivering for compliments
    Camera, camera, tell me I'm fair
    This is my natural look
    It only took an hour
    Powder, blush, brighter, fuller
    I could fall into this lens
    And drown in my lips
    Burn these curls
    If I hold my phone higher
    You can look down on me
    This top is revealing skin
    Without shame or shyness
    I will post this just for you
    All of you
    Count the likes
    Look how many friends I have
    I'm a Princess and a Beauty Queen
    See how many wish they had my face and little waist
    Feed me attention
    This is deciet
    I am perfection
  4. MaryMO

    MaryMO Member

    Nov 6, 2014
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    Tap, tap, tapping tones sounding in the distance
    Rat, tat, tat a tempo starts
    Zips to string, strung tight and stiff
    With fingers strumming a song to lift

    Pages ruffle then, along the breeze
    Bang, bang, banging noises, a pencil beats
    Drumming starts to the flow of music
    As winds blows a swirl too quick

    Rolling paddles seen across the street
    When movements dance a forward treat
    Rising and falling to that familiar rhythm
    With honking, beeps to add the stream

    Pop, pop, pop as more proceed
    Stringing a tune, excitements so sweet
    Muffled sounds, they bump the seat
    Shouts and hollers and shuffled feet

    Dining points to a message screen
    Winking, blink bulbs filled with light
    Rushing, flowing the procession increase
    Loud and strong voices some tight

    "Hurry, hurry. Confirm the time."
    Whooping up suddenly rent the air
    "You're all invited. The party's at nine!"
    Announcing, to all those near to hear.

    Shaking my head, I look at the time
    These crazy kids, with no sense or mind
    During my days a pager was great
    Now cell phones are here to seal our fate.
  5. cutecat22

    cutecat22 The Strange One Contributor

    Feb 20, 2014
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    Bleep bleep. Buzz buzz.
    Can't stop to look up.
    You have mail, new friend request ...
    Selfie time, must look my best.

    Text alert, friend in trouble.
    Another alert, get there on the double.
    Lost their charger, what to do?
    Life's gonna end, must buy one, new.

    Social media, chat, chat, chat.
    Four thousand friends and a moustached cat!
    Always connected down the line.
    Always running out of time.

    Please give me just one day,
    When all the technology is put away.
    No beeps, no buzzes, no wi-fi bars,
    A day of peace and a night of stars.
  6. CopperPipe

    CopperPipe New Member

    Oct 31, 2012
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    This cutting light is harsh
    the way it gives meaning
    through the darkness of obscurity
    and loneliness

    beckoning all with its colors
    its infectious anesthetic
    a thousand thoughts Tumbld together
    promising hope for tomorrow’s tomorrow.

    And so before it – the Followers
    eyes reddened, slack-jawed
    abandoning forgotten dreams
    only knowing what they Like

    yet still – Flickring light
    tends to the ghosts of
    eyes gazing through endless photos
    seeking solace past the sacred screen.

    Here we lie
    so broken, so unused
    so content
    in the cold soft glow
    of the Kindling

    No longer worshipping gods of the sky
    Instead worshipping gods
    of the Cloud.
  7. Vifibi

    Vifibi New Member

    Nov 18, 2014
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    Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
    The clock works around
    From one point to another
    Always in clockworks
  8. lustrousonion

    lustrousonion Contributing Member

    Oct 7, 2014
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    Like a day at the beach,
    bright glow in my eyes.
    Dip my toe in the water,
    dunk my head down below.
    Not too long, not too much--
    not more than an hour.

    In time, after a spell,
    I'll come up for air,
    til then I'll float, I'll relax,
    and I'll check my email.
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