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VOTING ~ 32 poetry contest

Poll closed Jan 25, 2008.
  1. a Fatal Joy ~ K~la

    3 vote(s)
    18.8%
  2. That is when the show began. ~ ray_a_koooll

    7 vote(s)
    43.8%
  3. Working for Peanuts ~ wordwizard

    6 vote(s)
    37.5%
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    VOTING ~ 32nd poetry contest

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Torana, Jan 22, 2008.

    The
    Thirty Second
    Poetry Contest
    Voting




    The contest is closed, and voting shall now commence!

    This week's theme was (courtesy of me): Clown Images

    Not so many entries this week, but some damn good ones

    Voting will end on 25th January 2008. 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 :p



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    a Fatal Joy K~la

    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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    That is when the show began. ray_a_koooll

    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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    Working for Peanuts wordwizard

    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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    Thank you, goodluck and happy voting.

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    Show some support and please vote for the best poem.

    Thank you
    Torana
     
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