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    Weekly Poetry Contest (101) - Celebrations

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Dec 14, 2009.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and One






    After a bit of hiatus, we're back. And it's Christmas!

    Let's get to business then :)


    The Rules

    • All entries must be on the set theme.
    • Only one entry per member.
    • No editing of entries once posted without my express permission (i.e. PM me and ask).
    • Poems must be titled
    • Entries must not have previously posted on the forums, and are not permitted to be posted for critique until AFTER the contest is completed.
    • Any violation of these rules will result in disqualification of entries, and possibly infraction.


    The entry stage will last seven days, meaning it will close on Monday 21st December 2009.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Wednesday 23rd December 2009.


    And this week's theme is: Celebrations


    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing


    Banzai


    PS: If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me. I don't bite (much).
     
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    The merriment of sounds and sight;
    not by ears and eyes,
    nor captured by prose or paint,
    within,
    feeling,
    the celebration begins
    when pain goes away.
     
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    WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

    “Oh boy! It's Christmas Eve!” said little Susan with delight
    “Oh joy, it’s Christmas Eve.” muttered grumpy old Steve​

    She ran around and hurried down
    He groaned a sound and made a frown​

    As she lit her tree all bright
    Still in bed, he didn’t leave​

    “I wonder what I got this year?”
    “Why is it that each year!?”​

    She giggled with a smile
    His yell was heard from miles​

    “A remote control, a trip to the pole, or maybe it’s a reindeer?”
    “A block of coal that someone stole; now isn’t that queer!”​

    “What’s in the box and all it contains?”
    “Why not a rock, or bad Champagne?” ​

    She kept on guessing, curious
    His voice kept getting furious​

    “Whatever it is, or whoever it’s from, I really won’t complain!”
    “Whoever you are, or wherever you’re from, you’re driving me insane!”​

    Inside the box was a choo choo train:
    Inside the box was a yellow plane:​

    “Here’s your wish my little Steve.
    “Here’s your gift my dearest Susan!”​

    I sent you coal, but coal from a train, and I hope that you’d receive this.”
    You’ll reach your goal, you’ll fly to Spain, and your journey’s just begun!”

    She looked at the date, and there it read:
    He looked at the date, and there it read:​

    “Nineteen forty-nine”
    “Two-thousand and nine”​

    She let out a sigh and told herself
    Thinking of retiring, he thought​

    “Well I guess it isn’t mine!”
    “I guess Spain should be fine!”​
     
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