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    Weekly Poetry Contest (136) - Rebirth

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Jan 10, 2011.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Thirty Six



    While you're getting used to 2011, why not have a go at our second poetry contest of the year?

    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 be open for six days, closing on Monday 17th January 2011 Monday 24th January 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 20th January 2011 Thursday 27th January 2011.


    And this week's theme is: Rebirth

    I leave interpretation of the theme up to you, the writer.

    The next (137th) contest's theme will be: Narrative Poems, and it will be opened on 17th January 2011 Monday 25th January 2011.


    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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    A Morning in Early Spring

    New leaves gleam from barren branches
    And a newborn fawn
    Dappled with spots and tentative sunshine
    Struggles on new hoofs

    We peel off our jackets slowly
    Like butterflies emerging from wool cocoons
    And breath in the morning
    Savoring solid ground beneath our feet

    We students buckle under the weight of textbooks
    Filled with old ideas and ancient history
    So we can learn from those who die
    And pass the knowledge on

    The Maya had the maize gods
    The Incas had the Sun
    The Christians had Christ
    And I have today
     
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    Untitled Rebirth Poem

    Forty years ago I remember you
    Wrinkled and waxy - and warm -
    Handed to me, so small.

    I worried I might break you.

    But you didn’t break.
    You never broke.
    You were my anchor, truth be told,
    Though you always thought it the other way ‘round.

    And I lived another childhood through your breaths
    And heartbeats.
    And heartbreaks too.

    You were ever small in my arms,
    Warm as well,
    In your youth.

    And I came to find that
    When you were being born,
    I was too.
     
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    RESONANCE REMEMBERED

    It comes from
    the distant past
    A faint whisper
    carried on the wings
    of longing.
    Longing to be home,
    and finally,
    at rest.

    Words were spoken
    over forty years ago.
    I remember
    it was dawn
    White ice, turquoise sky,
    shattered rock, wet and black.
    Shafts of light
    streaming . . .streaming . . .streaming . . .
    everywhere
    through hard, white mountains.

    I can see him now,
    right now,
    bent over the body.
    His red and yellow robes
    look so warm
    My teeth?
    chattering.
    My muscles?
    knotted.
    Please . . . please . . . no . . .


    He chants slowly,
    deliberately,
    just inches from
    the dead womans ear
    and his words
    follow,
    embrace,
    and enfold.
    They'll be remembered
    in another time
    and place
    by someone who
    is the same
    and yet
    quite different.
    A faint whisper
    carried on the wings
    of longing.
     
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    In Which A Man is Reborn after his Salvation

    To each hand he touched ne'er did he,
    Find love or comfort in one.
    To each penny he spent ne'er did he,
    Find love or comfort in one.
    Twas a cold winter's night when at last did he,
    Find love or comfort in one.
    This one was a small little helpless dear thing,
    With its heart a tender gentle dear thrum.
    In this one small little helpless dear thing,
    He found solace and peace and remorse.
    His bonny dear child,
    With its sweet little face,
    Saved the man from a lifetime of loss.
    So e'er more,
    Did he find comfort or love,
    In not only that sweet little child,
    But in each and every,
    Blessed one,
    He before had looked down on in pride.
    So to each hand he touched,
    E'er more did he,
    Find love and comfort in all.
     
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    Just One

    It takes one step,
    then two, then three
    to make good
    on what shall be.
    Just one soul
    willing to see
    that change will spread,
    eventually.
    Then people notice
    a change has come.
    Pretty soon,
    a fad had begun.
    A people once lost
    in fear and hate
    can learn to love,
    not just tolerate.
    It takes just one
    willing to say,
    "Take all the fighting
    for just one day."
    A contageous move,
    one mighty exclamation,
    is all would it take
    for the rebirth of this nation.
    A dreamer to some,
    a realist to others.
    I think it's true,
    that we can recover.
    We may be lost,
    some bruised and broken.
    But we are great people,
    and the people have spoken.
    A contageous move,
    one mighty exclamation,
    and slowly we start
    the rebirth of this nation.
     
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    Every d*mn year, I make a pledge.
    Make better choices- drink less,
    eat healthier, get into less fights.

    So I go out, buy some yogurt,
    some orange juice, some relaxation tapes.
    I punch pillows, for a bout a week.

    Then I slip up, and once turns into three times
    until I can't count how many beers I've had.
    Before I know it, its next year-
    and I'm slurring the same damn pledge.
     
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    Crap!

    Sorry guys, my bad. It's been a crazy hectic week, and I completely forgot about the contest.

    For the sake of not messing up the weekly cycle, I'm going to leave it until Monday. So all entries until then will be permited, whereupon it will close and I actually will open the voting this time :p
     
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    *snicker*

    np - we appreciate the work you do here, Banzai.

    -Frank
     
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    hmm. rebirth eh ? I''ll give it a quickie..

    Pock Pock Plock Pwock - Chicken Man!

    Like a chick from an egg,
    I have come here to beg,
    for a kind word or two,
    in response to my spew.

    I need some replies,
    rather than thrown pies,
    to critique my style,
    no snarls as I smile.

    For I come IN peace,
    as I seek release -
    pent up frustration,
    writer's constipation.

    My old haunts are worn,
    filled with loathsome scorn,
    my bombastic spleen,
    is clearly in them seen.

    Lonnie Courtney Clay
     
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    The "Pigeon Hole" Trap

    Watching the people scurry around me,

    trapped in their routines and prejudices.

    Waking up hung over, shower, go to work.

    Work, break, work, lunch hour, work, break, work.

    They go home exhausted, drink beer, watch TV.

    Same routine, days blur into each other.

    One into the next till the weekend.

    No plans but to drink and wait till Monday.

    Dreading Monday, dreading the rest of the week.

    Same office talk, same office politics.

    Same maddening routine accepted by all.

    Where will this path end or is it a path at all?

    Are they just worker ants trudging to no particular end?

    Their fate seems sealed.

    I am not one of them.

    I will be free of this cube.

    I will free myself of this bondage,

    just as soon as I clock out for lunch.
    (note to self; pick up beer after work.)
     
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    OH, crap. I suppose I'm too late...lol
    Better luck next time. I should pay more attention.
     
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    You're not too late. I'm closing it when I get home from the library.
     
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