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Weekly Poetry Contest (126) Voting

Poll closed Oct 22, 2010.
  1. Dreaming Under Parental Wings ~ Jane Beryl

    1 vote(s)
    12.5%
  2. Leaving Home ~ jo spumoni

    1 vote(s)
    12.5%
  3. Far-Away ~ lavendershy

    0 vote(s)
    0.0%
  4. Smoky Days of June ~ fighter25

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    Weekly Poetry Contest (126) Voting - Parental Love

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Twenty Six
    Voting



    Only a couple of hours late. I'm getting better!

    This week's theme was (courtesy of mercy): Parental Love

    Voting will end on Thursday 21st October 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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    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
    By jo spumoni


    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
    By lavendershy


    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
    By fighter25


    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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