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    Weekly Poetry Contest (116) - Mundaneness

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Sixteen




    And after that brief, exam-induced hiatus, we're back!


    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
    • Poems must be at least seven lines in length.
    • 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 14th June 2010.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 17th June 2010.


    And this week's theme is (courtesy of snake): Mundaneness


    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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    Lemex That's Lord Lemex to you. Contributor

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    [Here is mine; this is my first entry into a contest! :)]

    A Memory

    Toes tapped the lake water, to make sure it was not cold.
    Beer bottles and reefers were passed around.
    Friends, on an afternoon, using youth for pleasure,
    As the gold, atomic sun died slowly away.

    Water dark, ripples sent out like a sonic wave.
    As I dipped my foot in, a conning tower ascending out;
    I moved away to drink some beer but, too late, I was pushed in.

    As a man, years later, not much has changed,
    But today: I just have a smaller pool.
     
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    Peppermint

    Peppermint is
    Wisping up
    From clear crinkles
    Of the wrapper

    Children’s graphite
    Crossing all the t’s
    And
    Dotting all the i’s

    Florescent lights
    Begin to
    Suffocate breath
    Out of our lungs

    Talking tongues
    And flocking feet
    Start to
    Anticipate the bell

    Here it comes
    It is ringing
    The controller
    Of the floodgates

    Now it’s chaos
    In the hallways
    Swirling sweaty
    Human bodies

    Hellos, goodbyes
    Truth and lies
    Expressed in
    Just four minutes

    I dawdle
    Down the stairwell
    Not eager much
    To go anywhere

    My shoes go
    Pitter patter
    On the dirt
    Encrusted floor

    Then I see him
    In the corner
    Talking to some
    Random people

    He is tall
    Two years my junior
    Immature
    In that boy way

    Then my pulse
    Starts to flutter
    As I get
    Closer to him

    Now my footsteps
    Can be heard
    Echoing through
    The vacant hallway

    Suddenly
    He sees me
    But his face
    It’s rather gloomy

    Why is he so
    Melancholy?
    I advert my
    eyes from his

    Passing him we
    Exchange no greetings
    And I exit the front doors

    Humidity oppresses me
    Oh. The peppermint is gone.
     
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    Ordinary

    To left, the laundry
    stacked clear to my knees.
    To the right, the dishes
    that should already be clean.
    Behind, the children
    wanting something from me.
    In front, the husband,
    eyes glued to the TV.
    Inside, the screaming
    that never does cease.
    Outside, the smile
    that I put on to please.
    Soon, the darkness
    that allows me some peace.
    Tomorrow, the alarm clock
    that interrupts my dreams.
    Again, I will struggle
    to make sure it's complete.
    Again, I will spend
    all day on my feet.
    Again, I will wish
    I was something extraordinary.
    Still, I will be
    the definition of ordinary.
     
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