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    Weekly Poetry Contest (126) - Parental Love

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Oct 11, 2010.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Twenty Six




    Let's get poetrying!

    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 a minimum of 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 18th October 2010.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 21st October 2010.


    And this week's theme is (courtesy of mercy): Parental Love


    The next (127th) contest's theme will be Sonnets, and the it will be opened on 18th September 2010.

    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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    Dreaming Under Parental Wings

    Dreaming Under Parental Wings
    By Jane Beryl

    Happiness fills my mysterious nights with Morpheus
    His cloak stars gilded against the fiesta amarrillo and winter night blue.
    The sun will always try to rise up and bring down it's oppressing red rays
    Breaking my dream interviews with him.

    I scab away at the sun's black cloud scabs to reveal the blood of the blue sky.
    I hope the dripping pain will ease the black, the blue and the red.
    The emotion keeps dwelling up inside the dark
    storm rising from the salty ocean not to far from the west shore.

    People hide underneath their imprints of a summer long gone,
    but I tripped and ripped mine last week,
    while the sun was out, trying to hide the brightness away from heavy brown eyes.
    With another day of chasing broken expectations,
    I tread through the applications flooding past my feet,
    a heart dunking in the ocean for relief,
    to get away from the fake blush pink sky.

    The voices echo in my head again,
    so many to choose from, whose advice will I take today?
    They love me surely,
    the love hunts me,
    purely intending to push for the goal.

    Struggling beyond the wings of society,
    scratching at the wall of my statuette,
    trying to let no other colors blind me tonight.
    Parents love me surely but
    dependence is the tool that will bring down the chisel of life
    It will crack me in two.
    How could I live and conquer this legend called life,
    if I can not structure myself with my own beautiful mistakes?

    With my mother's fearing love, she sets me free to sing my song,
    hoping for best of her little daughter.
    Welcoming me back whenever, wherever my heart may be.
     
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    Leaving Home

    My books are shelved
    My clothes closeted
    The sheets on my bed
    The pens in my drawer
    Tidy for the only time this year

    A flutter of questions postpones the inevitable
    Did you remember this?
    Do you have all of your books?
    Is there anything you have forgotten?

    Later I will remember a calculator on the dining room table
    And that pretty blouse she gave me one year
    The one when I forgot her birthday but she remembered mine
    Hanging forgotten in the pits of my room

    Later there will be Thanksgivings
    And Christmases
    And birthdays
    And monthly violin lessons

    But now there is silence
    She nods and says,
    "Well, I guess it's time to go."
    I look away.

    We embrace
    "You'll like college,"
    She says.
    "But you can always come home."
     
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    Far-Away

    Because she loves me
    she says nothing.
    Because she loves me
    she lets me go.
    Because she loves me,
    she holds on
    forever.

    Because she loves me
    she has told me stories
    Because she loves me
    she will tell me truth
    Because she loves me,
    I can trust
    her telling.

    Because she loves me
    she is always open
    Because she loves me
    she is always close.
    Because she loves me,
    far-away
    is nothing.
     
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    Smoky Days of June

    For nine long months
    the nights grow longer
    during the smoky days of June.

    The cords of scarlet and blue
    nurture the innocents of white,
    giving life like the Nile.

    From the host to the leech,
    it suckles nectar from the
    tight lipped tulip of May Days.

    Secure in a honey-combed hexagon
    it pulses, moves, and kicks
    with the beat of the heart.

    Mother knows not.
    Child knows not.
    World knows not.

    Only the cord and God
    knows of what this
    fetus is to become.

    Here the cord connects,
    flowing in and out of valleys
    like the River of Youth:

    ........Democratic.........................
    ...........Buddhist............................
    ...............Straight..............................
    .......................Far-Sighted................
    ............................Hippie........................
    ................................Tall............................
    ...................................Blonde.......................
    .................................Socialist.......................
    ..........................Smoker................................
    .......................Wife.......................................
    ...................Gay.....................................
    ............Musician.............................
    .........Hindu.....................................
    .....Teacher........................................
    ..Conservative...................................
    Vegetarian........................................
    Addict...............................................
    Ballerina....................................
    Baptist.......................................
    .....Lesbian.............................
    .........Poet................................
    ............Lover..............................
    ................Coach....................................
    ..................Near-Sighted..................................
    ………………….......Gemini……………………………….
    .......................Theologian.........................................
    .............................Model........................................…….
    ................................Painter ...........Murderer............
    ...............................Astronomer..............Father............
    ..................................Singer......................Lesbian...............
    ....................................Dependent..................Christian.........
    .................................Brunette..............................Vegan...........
    ................................Islamist..............................Librarian..............
    ...............................Transsexual..........................Violinist............
    ..............................Grandfather....................Diabetic.................
    ............................Composer....................HIV - ..........................
    .......................Claustrophobic...............Independent..........................
    .........................Pisces..............................................................
    ..........................Sperm Donor......................................................
    .............................Fascist................................................................
    ..................................Director...........................................................
    .........................................Botanist................................................
    ....................................Perfectionist.......................................
    ...................................Runner.........Idealist...........................
    ...............................Drinker...................Scorpio......................
    ............................Methodist.......................Drag Queen................
    ..........................Visionary.....................................Practical............
    ...........................Dreamer.................................Guitarist.....................
    .................Swimmer.....HIV+..........................Olympian........................
    ............Producer........Obese....................................Geologist..............
    ..........Preacher..............Playwright.................................Role Model.......
    ......Humanitarian..................Monk.....................................Optimist.......
    ....Clarinetist......................Catholic.....................................Care Giver...

    Then the cord is cut
    and the river dries up
    during the smoky days of June.
     
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