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  1. Banzai

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

    Mar 31, 2007
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    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (105) - Breaking Free

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Feb 15, 2010.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Five

    Let's get poetrifying!

    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 sixdays, meaning it will close on Monday 22nd February 2010.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 25th February 2010.

    And this week's theme is (courtesy of Me): Breaking Free

    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing


    PS: If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me. I don't bite (much).
  2. Wavanova

    Wavanova Member

    Feb 16, 2010
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    The Redemption of Eden

    Telepath radio stops tuning
    No frequencies register
    Static on every channel
    That's our cue

    Attention all citizens!
    This is a simple test in broadcast quality!
    Do not be alarmed, do not flee your homes!
    I only wish to know if you can hear me!

    Because I bellow and scream at the top of my lungs
    And I mourn and grieve from the bottom of my heart
    And the call to arms is on the tip of my tongue
    But alas, this is no red alarm
    This is simply a test in broadcast quality
    Issued by a solitary citizen
    A lonely radio tower man

    The signal has no words
    No consinents or vowels to be discerned
    But the message is still there
    And it inspires concern

    Our radios stopped working
    74 megahertz of hope on the hour
    Instead of the regular banter and top forty
    We heard the first note in the score of our freedom
    The opening chord in a composition of consequences
    These wonderful words of providence cannot be unheard!
    Tyrant overseers of this Earth, did you bare ears to it?
    It was the death knell of all angels so elect!
    The last rites of the kingship of all men!

    And the airwaves erupt in a passion unleashed
    Across all highs and lows
    Through all mountains and trees
    Radio tower and beyond:

    We are your factories and your sins
    We are your faculties within
    We grind your teeth and your deepest fears
    We are the insect that buzzes near your ear
    We are the rust upon your system's gears
    We are just as prehistoric as you

    We are your crumbling mountainsides
    We are the heights that fall as you struggle to ascend
    We come crashing down as you reach out for heaven
    We are the ones that built you up
    We will be the ones to bring you down

    You have stood upon our achievements for eon and eon
    You have taken our support for granted time and time again
    You care not for the solid earth beneath your feet
    But only for the rewards above your hands
    The heavens and skies which you wish to reap

    You may have reached the summit
    But we are the mountain range
    We are the jagged peaks
    We are the pleasant ravines
    And every worn flint and faded fossil in between

    We are the insect that buzzes near your ear
    We are the parasite with a base within your brain
    We are the tiny widows with most venomous fangs
    We are the ants of the Earth
    We are the maggots of society
    And we crawl all over you

    Until this day and since the dawn of time
    We have failed to live
    We would only survive
    But now we awake to a new sunrise

    We are through dreaming
    We are not dreary sleepers anymore
    We jump start every battery
    And you hear our engines roar
    Every subtle demonism of life
    Every haunting moment and hurtful lie
    Every agent of human suffering and strife
    We regorge all of these burdens and more
    Emissions from a rusted exhaust pipe

    Radio tower operations station
    The command center of this revolution
    Hijacking every frequency
    Presenting an open letter to a wretched world
    Just like our forefathers did so long ago
    As they fought fire with fire
    We will fight air with air
    Elements of the eras

    Spewing propaganda into the airwaves around you
    Our vision becomes the air you breathe
    And you walk through telepath radio
    Your blood and bone are belong to us now
    The maggots and the black widows

    Telepath radio tunes
    A lonely frequency registers
    Static on all but one channel
    That's our cue
    That's our alarm clock's wake-up call for this morning
    It dictates amongst dazed ears, so wondrously loud and clear:

    Attention all citizens!
    This is not a test in broadcast quality!
    Be alarmed, get well armed, and join us downtown!
    I want you to take back this city with me!

    The quickening of a whole history's hearts
    Will be heard through a single wroth pulse
    As the sun sets forever over blackened Eden Park!
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  3. THX-1138

    THX-1138 Member

    Dec 31, 2009
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    In my body

    I sit in this chair and I wonder,
    How have I managed so far?
    Did I always want to do this?
    Or was it a sense of duty to my father?

    His face, I remember, how solemn
    It was in times of trouble
    Sorrow never etched it, or scarred
    His scowl to make it more human

    I’ve left my home in search of peace
    Only to find a madness I descend
    It was here that I met her beauty
    And it was here that she left my world

    Tomorrow, I will run away
    I tell myself this daily
    But, coming to terms with
    A delusion is harder than it seems

    Guilt should not be justified
    At least for me, as I sit here
    Thinking of ways to end it all
    Would I manage to do it?

    Maybe, in some way I am a hero
    A savior for those who need more
    To gain a hold on fleeting memories
    It doesn’t matter now I suppose

    Tomorrow, I will run away
    I tell myself this plainly
    I will find her beauty again
    And again I will kill her
  4. Furbie

    Furbie New Member

    Feb 18, 2010
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    Nova Scotia
    Deliver Us From Freedom

    Give me
    A pair of clean clothes and an average face
    Inexpensive, practical, yet stylish shoes
    The ability to melt into a line up or a crowded bus
    As easily as butter disappears into warm chocolate
    Police will walk by and they will not ask any questions
    Little old ladies will smile
    They will not remember

    Words come forth from my lips
    Not startled newborn animals, all knock kneed and jerky
    But words that no one will remember
    Which will leave them neither soothed
    Or angered
  5. rachel21321

    rachel21321 Member

    Oct 21, 2009
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    Breaking Free

    Your words hang
    dense in the air,
    "I love you."
    At their escape,
    I whisper,
    my voice trembles,
    "I am leaving you tonight."
  6. Perfection

    Perfection New Member

    Feb 14, 2010
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    Breaking Free

    Breaking free from the chains of wrath
    Showing mercy to those on my path
    Love untold must now be shown
    Wisdom told must now be known

    Dubious intellect rattles it's cage
    Stammers out it's hateful rage
    Stumbles forth on it's doubtful path
    Tragedy lies in it's aftermath

    Summer bliss unfolds it's petals
    Blossoming between twisted metals
    Waters run pure & bright
    War now gone with it's endless night
  7. Anastaysia

    Anastaysia New Member

    Feb 19, 2010
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    Flower Blooming in the Slums

    Lives are torn apart everyday,
    Should I be feeling something toward the pain of others?
    Everyone has sorrows and things that they can believe in.
    Everyone should have dreams to try to fulfill.
    I tell the people important to me to have a dream,
    Each of them unique and different from one another.
    Yet I neglect my own values.
    My dreams,
    My so-called “hopes”,
    All of which I never feel that I can actually succeed.
    Then should I be telling others to dream?
    If I don’t believe in the possibility that a hope would truly be fulfilled,
    Than should I tell others to dream for me?
    My values tore apart my life,
    Separated everything important to me just because of a mistake.
    So that I could never reach them again.
    Now, I can’t lift my head up anymore.
    I don’t want to see what is behind me or whatever lies ahead.
    Because then if I see the most wondrous thing,
    It might slip away from me and disappear.
    My head bowed, never looking to see flowers that bloom in the darkest places.
    The places that once were the empty spaces in my heart.
    There may not be any sun there to shine light on them,
    But they bloom nevertheless.
    Reminding me that there is always hope.
    The loving and caring I used to believe in,
    It may not show too often.
    But I’m sure if I look for it,
    I’ll be able to find everything that’s missing and return it.
  8. nwian

    nwian New Member

    Dec 18, 2009
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    Shh by nwian

    she says.
    “I'm trying
    to sleep.”

    How does she
    know that word?
    And when did she start
    giving orders?

    She is only two.
    But daily her vocabulary enlarges.
    And too, the understanding,
    the usage of these words.

    Who are you? I wonder,
    as I watch her simulate

    I know she is not tired.
    She never freely succumbs to sleep.
    This new assertiveness is humorous
    but surprising.

    She is breaking free.
    Free of me.

    Stating in her small ways, “We will not always want the same things.”

    It has not been so long since she
    clung to me like she grew from
    my hip.

    If I
    dared put her down
    she would scream in protest.

    Now the screams,
    still of protest,
    are sometimes when I pick her up.
    Pick her up, because I long for her,
    without her,
    feel bare.

    She toddles beyond my sight.
    Cannot stay hushed when I search for her,
    her stifled giggles
    giving away her hiding spot.

    She wars inside.

    Who am I? she wonders.

    Neither of us
    seem to know whether
    the other defines us.

    I broke free the day she was born,
    broke free of me,
    became someone new, someone better, someone truly free
    and yet – not.

    But knowing her
    shed me of selfish skin
    I never needed.

    What did I do for her?
    Can I let her break free when my freedom chains my heart to hers?

    Her breathing slows and now she really sleeps,
    this child whom I don't yet know
    and fear I never will.

    I lay beside her,
    holding only her tiny hand,
    her body now too big to lay upon my chest.

    I close my eyes
    and we sleep this way,
    together but not intertwined.

    Are our dreams of one
    Who else does she
    know yet to dream of?
    Who else do I care of anymore to dream of?

    Her whimpers break the peace,
    the freedom of our sleep.

    “Shh, shh,” I say,
    and then smile,
    remembering the way it sounded
    coming from her lips just hours before.

    I will teach her
    and then she will break free.
  9. Torana

    Torana Contributing Member Contributor

    Mar 13, 2007
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    No More AVOs - Torana

    The life within has faded
    Heaven's gates have opened wide,
    tears have fallen from loved one's eyes.

    Mourn not for what has been lost,
    but celebrate what has been gained.

    No more will I be beaten.
    No more will I cry.

    His heavy handed anger,
    shall never break my heart again.

    I stand safely within the gates of heaven.
    My pain has faded far from mind
  10. alunmook

    alunmook New Member

    Feb 22, 2010
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    Writhe and Wince

    You thought you'd leave me
    pale and downtrodden
    intolerable pain inside.
    You left convinced
    I'd writhe and wince
    and contemplate suicide.
    That cocky smile
    painted 'cross your face
    as you saunter out the door.
    Ingrained in my brain,
    my heart full with pain
    what the hell all this was for.
    Did you forget to account
    for the strength that mounts,
    living with a wretch like you?
    Losers are common,
    they exist in rock bottom
    Rising above are few.
    The day of the Dead,
    one many a' dread,
    is proudly my day of birth.
    Though you lived to defy me,
    you never defined me;
    I merely questioned your worth.
    As I, the phoenix,
    soar away,
    smug smile
    glance back through the mist
    to see you writhe and wince.
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