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Weekly Poetry Contest (102) Voting

Poll closed Jan 22, 2010.
  1. The Lizard King ~ Sabreur

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  2. I found a Jar (Hello Droog) ~ Nobeler Than Lettuce

    3 vote(s)
    25.0%
  3. !narcissus you were ~ We Are Cartographers

    2 vote(s)
    16.7%
  4. Nyctophobia ~ TheWriteLove

    2 vote(s)
    16.7%
  5. On Night Stand ~ becca

    1 vote(s)
    8.3%
  6. Mind's Prison ~ Marshall41

    4 vote(s)
    33.3%
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (102) Voting - Displacement from Reality

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Two
    Voting




    Some very good entries this week :)

    This week's theme was (courtesy of becca): Displacement from Reality

    Voting will end on Friday 22nd January 2010.

    Voting for yourself is entirely at your own discretion. 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, their entry will be removed from the contest and you will be unable to enter a poem into the contest for a month. Sorry to be such an ogre about this, I don't want to be, but rules are rules and are in place for valid reasons. If you can not follow the rules, you face the consequences.

    Best of luck to all entrants, and happy voting.


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    The Lizard King
    By Sabreur


    What worlds were sparked, I wonder,
    behind those godly eyes?

    What worlds may yet there be,
    squelched and squinched
    by shuddering lids beyond the highway
    at the end of the night.

    Some of us are for the realms of bliss
    and others are for the still
    and silent night but you, my friend,
    were always for life's delight.

    He was the Lizard King.
    He could do anything.
     
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    I found a Jar (Hello Droog)
    By Nobeler Than Lettuce


    (A little vibrato on it.)
    (Okay now, pluck.)
    (Good you're doing good...)

    Comes the ring that echoes the being.
    A tightening of the eyes.
    Quick release, I feel well
    when they stick that needle into me.

    Comes the music that changes me again.
    A softening of the senses,
    for a sharpening of the will.
    I feel well
    when I can face livid hell.

    Sleep, just sleep.
    You are in our hold now -
    and low son you sold your eyes a long time ago
    to a ragged man who said he'd use them in his magic show.

    So don't be sad.
    This isn't real.
    It's all just pictures.
    They never did harm anyone now did they?
    They're not yours,
    "Silly. Sitting with doves?"
    You've got pressured soft hands around you
    with white gloves.

    (The voices came on hard at 19 -
    the angel's choir building, yet to be sweet -
    and in the forest you read,
    “These jars hold the souls of the dead”
    so you took one with you
    but lost it in the city street.)
     
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    !narcissus you were
    By We Are Cartographers


    A quick note: this poem is meant to be displayed in a much more scattered way, expanding and contracting throughout the physical space of the page. The way this site is set up doesn't allow for that kind of thing, so you'll have to use your imagination. You'll get the idea.

    stopping by water : puddleriverpond (!)
    ?hello mirrorfriend : you look likeunlike me
    if I ~wave~you wave
    we are a typewriter

    we shall be companions
    we shall be c((l)ocks)
    we shall undress my ourself
    and lie amongst the reeds

    let me
    kiss you there on lips that
    look likemine(dead)
    ah, fre(shhhh) I swell
    with the river and
    we become acquainted . . !

    slipsintothewater this self,and this
    otherself slips in to the air
    and we are joined at the wa(i)st(e), for example:
    our cockumbilical
    ---------placentral nervous system//

    now we are a genetic code for
    a resurrected.dead machine

    the self is the image of the self
    is the only lover for the unself
    come / to / me / and / come / in / to / me
    we will pass into one another
    ( now joined at the necks, us. )
    now joined at the nexus.

    sinkinginto you(self) my
    upper lip is your bottom lip
    and the tongue between is yours.ours.mine
    one and one and one and
    oh! I know you from before from be fore
    holding my breath and yours
    clitching at the body you no longer have with
    hands that were lost
    in our joining long ago (minutes
    only.but oh sweet minutes and eternities

    .immersed
    .the l(i)ttledeath
    .I fear myself without reflection
    .the little d(eat)h
    .no reflections below the surface
    .thel(it)tledeath
    .only water here and my oneself
    .thel(i)ttle (dea)th
    .Narc(is)s(us), you were the only one
    who understood that
    the only
    (the only)
     
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    Nyctophobia
    By TheWriteLove


    I graze my hand
    across the four cold walls
    Searching for someone
    Anyone

    Nothing.

    No One.

    Nope.

    Nobody.

    I walk around
    And around
    Faster and faster
    Until the room spins

    I fall to the floor
    Dizzy and disoriented
    Maybe I can imagine
    Someone

    Just wait.
    A little longer.
    I’m sure someone will be here soon.

    I begin my search
    and graze my hand
    across the cold walls
     
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    Mind's Prison
    By Marshall41


    They’re watching me, always watching.
    Right!
    Left!
    Nothing, where did
    They go?

    Empty corridors, white
    walls,
    numbers on
    plaques, spotless
    floors.
    Can’t fool
    me!
    Must escape this
    prison, their needles
    and truth serums,
    whores and
    doctors in smocks and gloves.


    A lazy night guard,
    A Prison watchman,
    chronically obese,
    bulging muscles,
    holstered truncheon,
    machine gun.

    Creep, creep up.
    “Hey, you!
    You’re supposed to be in bed.”
    Caught, flashing
    reD Lights, alArms
    scrEAm a cuCkoo’s
    Caw, a chick
    eScapes,
    notflying, but
    Falling
    Over the eDge
    cruel gravity cruel.

    “Hey, c-c-calm down,
    time for bed, it’s o-okay.”
    nO turniNg back,
    aTTackaTTackaTTack,

    “I-I don’t want to hurt you”
    AttAckAttAckAttAck,
    Sprawling bodies,
    Got his GUN!
    JaMMed.
    SwingBeatCrushPoundSmachKill!

    Eye sockets collapse,
    Teeth shatter,
    One rib cracks,
    Two,
    Three,
    Fingers snap, flesh
    Peals back, bone
    Splinters,
    Red splatters, paints the hall.

    Noise fills the night,
    light and bodies hurry to see.
    More are Coming!
    Guard still alive.
    Break his nose! Break his jaw! Break his arms! Break his neck! Break his face!
    BREAK HIS LIFE!

    Doctors’ Nurses’ Surgeons’ Medics’
    hands free man from corpse.
    blood pools at foot,
    Covers his hands,
    Covers his face.
    “Hold him still,”
    a flash on flesh,
    “Sleep now sleep.”
    Arms numb,
    Vision blurs,
    No escape,

    the sick can rest.

    They’re watching us, always watching.
     
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