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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 (115) - A Wish Not Granted

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, May 18, 2010.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Fifteen

    My bad with this one, guys. It should have been up yesterday, but I've been mired in revision up to my neck, and it completely skipped my mind. Sorry.

    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 six days, meaning it will close on Monday 24th May 2010.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 27th May 2010.

    And this week's theme is (courtesy of Shadow Reeves): A Wish Not Granted

    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. Nobeler Than Lettuce

    Nobeler Than Lettuce Contributing Member

    Apr 1, 2008
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    Anytown USA

    Bryan flew in helicopter high.
    After airplane ride.
    Going to see the Mickey Mouse.
    “Honey look that place your cartoons are about!”

    Pity the mechanic
    who forget to check a rotor
    because his pay'd been cut,
    his life of brick and mortar
    now leans upon the sledge blow.
    All his wishes never granted long ago.
  3. Eternity

    Eternity Member

    May 7, 2010
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    Why'd I Even Bother?

    Your eyes were dark blue
    You’d hold me and kiss me so long
    Thought I was in love with you
    Never knew I could be so wrong

    You asked me what I wished for
    As you held a daisy in front of me
    I said I wanted you for my life through
    You laughed and kissed me thoroughly

    But morning always comes, all dreams die
    This one no different to the rest
    I thought I’d never stop cryin’
    When my phone beeped, got your text

    My dream was then a nightmare
    My life’s a mess, do you even see this?
    I don’t think you even care
    That you broke my heart and broke my wish.
  4. rainyman

    rainyman Member

    May 24, 2010
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    A Prayer for Death - 115 - A Wish not Granted

    When time is near to reckon with death I pray
    it be at the close of spring. With a blush of summer
    promised, the air is soft, and filled with a new
    awakening of life demanded and growth promised.

    As my time draws near, I pray I will remember summer
    showers, the thunder tumbling across the sky. I pray my eyes
    still see the cascades of color as all life stirs, exploding in the
    the wonder of a soft summer’s morning.

    Age is a robber of the physical. Age is demanding. Relentless. Consuming.
    A thief of life, age steals vitality, then strength, and mocks in the taking.
    My bones have been sent to a brittle destiny. My hearing left to muted memory.
    I pray age grants me sight and smell. So precious these gifts if left intact.

    On my final day, I pray my eyes feast on the colors of God’s pallet. I pray
    the greens and yellows soothe me, that I fear not leaving this life behind.
    I pray the reds and golds, purples and crimsons ease my burden and lift my spirit.
    I pray, as I draw a last breath, I will be cleansed and grow in God’s love and forgiveness.

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  5. TheHedgehog

    TheHedgehog Contributing Member Contributor

    May 6, 2009
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    between here and there

    Gideon came charging out
    of the thunderclouds astride a raven mount,
    they alighted on the mountain, from the deepest skies,
    amid the dissonance of the tempest cries.

    And his beast saw through my glassy soul;
    with a thirst for thought, the raven stole…
    from my mind, my dearest desire,
    his obsidian eyes burning with prophetic fire.

    “Gideon placed fleece upon the threshing floor,
    wanting a sign from his Lord,
    and now the selfsame is prayed by you,
    for the dry earth, for a bowl of dew.”

    The raven’s aria chilled my marrow,
    against the storm his song did farrow
    peace in the wind, calm in the sea,
    it wrought a sense of wisdom in me.

    Then Gideon dismounted from his beast,
    lowered his hood and spoke,
    “God can’t grant your ev’ry whim,
    and you’ll find this to be your greatest yoke,
    for it as well was my mistake,
    because when I asked God to show himself,
    all He wanted was a little faith.”
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