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  1. Banzai

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

    Mar 31, 2007
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    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (145) - Odes

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Mar 21, 2011.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Forty Five

    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 seven days, closing on Monday 28th March 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 31st March 2011.

    And this week's theme is: Odes

    It can be an ode to absolutely anything or anyone you like. Go wild!

    The next (146th) contest's theme will be: Difficult Decisions, and it will be opened on Monday 28th March 2011.

    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing.


    PS: If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me. I don't bite (much).
  2. ScaryMonster

    ScaryMonster Active Member

    Jan 10, 2011
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    An Ode to Russell Crow

    When I was young I didn’t know,
    about the man called Russell Crow.

    Yes he can act and he don’t do blow,
    he owns the mighty Rabbithos.

    O Russell Crow, O Russell Crow!
    Those Pommies don’t like silly poems.

    Sing to us in mellow tones, of a
    Kiwi in an Aussie home.

    And when you’re on the silver screen,
    you make the South of Sydney scream.

    Big acting man, a bogan’s dream.
    A Rugby player’s cash machine.

    And Eric Watson might be a nob, but don’t
    you punch him in the gob.

    Cause telephone in the fourth degree
    was not a pleasant sight to see.

    And that Robin Hood might be a flop
    and your accent should have had the chop.

    But on radio you shouldn’t cop some
    Pommie DJ’s smart arsed knocks.

    And has your career jumped the shark?
    Is a question in this Ode I ask.

    Do we smell a hint of Mel? Will you rant
    and rave and go to hell.

    But we all stand up and say not Russ!
    He’s the Kiwi bloke who’s adopted us.

    And when we saw you on the Oprah show,
    you made all of our nipples blow!

    There is no a greater man alive and forever
    will his legend climb.

    Yes he’s going to take us on this ride, and be
    a font of Aussie pride.
  3. Winston'O

    Winston'O New Member

    Mar 21, 2011
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    An Ode to Liverpool
    Invertebrates, a legacy, Ferry across the Mersey,
    A place to pray, some more to play, A Champion's red jersey
    or maybe even royal blue, this theatre's the home of two
    And thespians on every street, valves to a giant heartbeat
    Worn on our sleeves for all to see, our city is the place to be
    High fashion, passion and we rule, in Europe, my ode to Liverpool
  4. Bay K.

    Bay K. Contributing Member

    Mar 6, 2011
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    A Rebirth (Ode to the Iron Man Competition)

    As it begins, I look around
    At the myriad faces of dreams and wills that can be found
    My guard is up, for each is my rival
    And I will, at that line, to be the first arrival

    The chill of the water I feel no more
    In the heated wait to burst through the door
    Bang! Splash! We are on our way
    There is no hope for the faint of heart today

    After a millennium I still am not there
    How much more can my lungs in Atlantis bear?
    By some miracle I make it to shore
    And as my being throbs, reminded there’s much more

    So I gear up quick and start to ride
    Fatigue and pain faithfully by my side
    As I roast, my feet are on auto
    God! Will they function later as they ought to?

    Dump me back in the middle of the sea!
    Though I doubt there’s enough there to quench the drought in me
    Now I’m off the bike and floating on air
    I can’t feel the legs I see are there

    Here are the last 26 miles to the ends of the earth
    The great labor pangs that lead to birth
    I have no friends, I have no foes
    And of my family, who are those?

    I am still in a cosmos in motion
    Bobbing alone in the vast gray ocean
    I think, so I guess I must be
    Life is reduced to mechanics to me

    Hate and pride are drained from my bones
    And I am one with any who suffers and moans
    Life, love and peace are revealed to their core
    Their essence pulsating through every pore

    When the aorta resigns and the pulmonaries quit
    And your quaking being screams out: “Ok, that’s it!”
    Then you remember family, friends and all
    And these propel you to limp and crawl

    The inferno finally spews you out across that line
    And you see that the whole journey was just a big sign
    That read: ‘It matters not if you’re first, tenth or last
    You are born anew and what you were is past

    The essence is life, love and peace
    Congratulations to you who now comprehend this

    Be good, wise and strong --or don't be at all
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