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Weekly Poetry Contest (109) Voting

Poll closed Apr 1, 2010.
  1. Routine's First Victim ~ Evelyanin

    3 vote(s)
    27.3%
  2. Bad Rap (Arrest Wreck-ed) ~ Nobeler Than Lettuce

    3 vote(s)
    27.3%
  3. Aheli (The End of Routine) ~ TheHedgehog

    0 vote(s)
    0.0%
  4. All in a day ~ Lauren

    5 vote(s)
    45.5%
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (109) Voting - Routine

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Nine
    Voting




    Some very good entries this week :)

    This week's theme was (courtesy of TheHedgehog): Routine

    Voting will end on Thursday 1st April 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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    Routine's First Victim
    By Evelyanin


    Suzy Van Mulligan was a very nice girl,
    Always sweet and polite.
    She never smoked or took nasty drugs
    And was never involved in a fight.

    Each day she would dress in her neatest outfit
    and make her lunch ready for school.
    She then walked out the door and onto the street,
    Past the library and the public pool.

    Last there was but a swift river to cross;
    A bridge made this easy to do.
    Each day she would lean against the railing,
    Then look up and enjoy the view.

    Upon reaching the school she would wait for the bell,
    And then politely hold open the door.
    Her teacher says she did well in class,
    And would stay after to help sweep the floor.

    After school was over she walked straight home.
    And made sure she got her chores done.
    Then she played a bit, did her homework,
    And went to bed along with the sun.

    Each day she did the exact same things.
    And followed the same routine.
    Year after year this is how things went,
    from age nine to the age of thirteen.

    Her life was happy (Though boring perhaps)
    And she never had to complain.
    She was healthy and strong and very smart,
    And rarely had to endure pain.

    Sadly this all changed one dark spring morning,
    While the rain blew through the trees.
    Her umbrella was up and her coat was brand new.
    Oh yes, she was easy to please.

    When suddenly to Susy's great suprise.
    She sees what is not really there.
    The bridge had washed out during the storm,
    The path now leads up to thin air.

    Shocked she tries to stop in her tracks,
    So she could look for another way.
    But her feet so caught in the routine
    Keep heading to the misty spray.

    In horror she cries out for help,
    And reaches back in vain.
    Yet her feet will not stop walking towards
    The very end of the lane.

    At last she walks right over the edge,
    And falls into the waters below.
    Where the raging river chose to take her,
    No one will every know.

    The cops now tell others her story,
    As they look back and remember the scene.
    Suzy Van Mulligan is now known as,
    The first victim of routine.
     
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    Bad Rap (Arrest Wreck-ed)
    By Nobeler Than Lettuce


    Chop chop chop it up.
    Sn-sn-sn-nort it up chuck.
    Lay a brick on the block,
    and another big buck.
    Four eightballs for a g,
    your damn well moving up.

    Hit hit hit the streets,
    take those kiddies off their feets.
    Sell a dime at a time and make another rhyme.
    You're going get the bucks -
    going to make the big time.

    Have a cigar?
    Rolling blunts in the car.
    Your friends all come to meet you when your slinging side the bar.
    Sell a dime at a time and twist another mind.
    They're all slaves to your stuff.
    Cut cut cut it up.

    Your friend Detective Dan had to came and took away your van.
    (Maybe that's why it only cost 200 bucks.)
    Been arrested 23 times - could of done a dime
    but ended with a nick for g.t.a.

    Have your homie Sway
    come and pick you up,
    free of prison gray,
    and naked butts.
     
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    Aheli (The End of Routine)
    By TheHedgehog


    There was no sun
    when the wind turned cold.
    There was no sun
    when the summer grew old.

    The sands eroded
    what could not be replenished,
    and the clouds were darker
    when the daylight died.

    I watched the winter
    bury the mem'ries in snow,
    but where the flames are extinguished,
    their coals still glow.

    Though those days have ended,
    their embers I hold,
    so that when the sun is gone,
    I won't be cold.
     
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    All in a day
    By Lauren


    Blaring alarm and I’m up for the day.
    Shower, shave, coffee,
    I’m on my way.

    One long hour of concrete
    and car exhaust,
    relief on arrival too soon lost.

    To help them get rich I just
    do what they say,
    then back home to my flat –

    all in a day.
     
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