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Weekly Poetry Contest (145) Voting

Poll closed Mar 31, 2011.
  1. An Ode to Russell Crow ~ ScaryMonster

    5 vote(s)
    45.5%
  2. An Ode to Liverpool ~ Winston'O

    4 vote(s)
    36.4%
  3. A Rebirth (Ode to the Iron Man Competition) ~ Bay K.

    2 vote(s)
    18.2%
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (145) Voting - Odes

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Mar 28, 2011.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Forty Five
    Voting


    Only a few entries this week, but some interesting ones at that.


    And this week's theme was: Odes

    Voting will end on Thursday 31st March 2011.

    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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    An Ode to Russell Crow
    By ScaryMonster


    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.
     
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    An Ode to Liverpool
    By Winston'O


    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
     
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    A Rebirth (Ode to the Iron Man Competition)
    By Bay K.


    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
     
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