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    Weekly Poetry Contest (141) - Ballads

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Feb 22, 2011.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Forty One




    It's poetry time!

    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 28th February 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 3rd March 2011.


    And this week's theme is: Ballads

    The theme is yours to do what you like with, but we're looking for lyrical, probably fairly narrative poems.

    The next (142nd) contest's theme will be: Disasters, and it will be opened on Monday 28th February 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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    Ballard of Nature's Waltz
    by Donna Grace Baird


    Mist blew off the river
    gentle as a young bride's vale
    inviting springs curtsey to waltz
    whispers of splendour's trail

    Promenades of promise beckons
    each patient weeping willows hand
    Ever graceful her branches swaying
    with anchored elegance of stand


    Songs of summer's promise
    echo from feathered perch
    Sweet harmonies on cradled wind
    enhancing lilac's graceful lurch

    Sun kissed reflected waters
    unfold with shadowed hue
    pastel etchings on scattered shore
    adorn the hinted sky of blue

    A rivers mystic journey
    through a woodlands humble hush
    The ballad of nature waltzing
    with a season's painted brush
     
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    Ballad of a Bad-Assed Kid

    Mathew was a young desperado
    with malice in his heart.
    Mathew was a vicious killer.
    who was doomed from the very start.

    He never had a childhood
    as other boys did.
    He was always in some kind of trouble
    and labeled a bad-assed kid.

    His mother was a drunkard;
    his father he never knew.
    He thrived on pain and suffering
    and into a killer he grew.

    His hair was the color of honey;
    his eyes a soul-frosted gray.
    A face both handsome and twisted;
    he was charming in every way.

    He hung with a bunch of buddies
    his gang was as wild as fire.
    They drank and toked and partied,
    and fed on a blook lust desire.

    To maim, to kill, or to injure
    a rival gang dude, it's told
    To hunt him down and shoot him
    in an act so bloodlessly cold.

    They chased him throught the city.
    through darkened streets they sped.
    The murderous gun they held ready
    and shot him in the head.

    No Mathew is a killer;
    his life is nearly through.
    He's going away to the "big-house"
    for at least a year or two.
     
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    The Sun-worshiper's Reply to the Christian

    Jesus died to save our souls
    And still I wonder why
    I did not know I needed saving
    Nor did ask for Him to die

    You tell me to repent my sins
    But what is it I have done?
    You thrust a Bible in my arms
    And tell me not to love the Sun

    But the Sun brings warmth and golden light
    And oh, I love it so
    When after gloomy winter's evening
    He shines upon the snow!

    And when the clouds do gather
    And rain falls upon the town
    I hold my breath through thunder
    And know the Sun will never drown

    Show me a God more real than He
    Who comes to me each day
    Who blesses my face with morning light
    And never goes astray
     
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