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Weekly Poetry Contest (158) Voting

Poll closed Jul 28, 2011.
  1. Dirge ~ wmcbride1983

    1 vote(s)
    9.1%
  2. Obituary ~ jo spumoni

    1 vote(s)
    9.1%
  3. YOU'D BE MOTHER ~ Mr.Tekin

    0 vote(s)
    0.0%
  4. Granddad ~ seelifein69

    1 vote(s)
    9.1%
  5. Eye of the Raven ~ Fullmetal Xeno

    0 vote(s)
    0.0%
  6. A Mother Dies ~ sunnygirl167

    0 vote(s)
    0.0%
  7. Creation ~ KingDerekx

    2 vote(s)
    18.2%
  8. Anthony ~ LaGs

    1 vote(s)
    9.1%
  9. Twisted Relief ~ AllWrite

    1 vote(s)
    9.1%
  10. All Around Us ~ bcntln

    1 vote(s)
    9.1%
  11. By the Mast and Somber Pyre ~ Mark Ruyley

    3 vote(s)
    27.3%
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (158) Voting - Obituary

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Fifty Eight
    Voting


    Because we all love democracy... Voting time!

    And this week's theme was (courtesy of J.P.Clyde): Obituary

    Voting will end on Thursday 28th July 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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    Dirge
    By wmcbride1983


    As I stare into the mirror
    can I sweep away all that I see?
    can I set it free?
    Or has it become all of me?
    Plastic tears from those we know flow
    ours the only real;
    would die to lose the sense of feel; to seal
    All I want is to dream, girl
    All I wanted was to dream.
    Scorn, unshorn, a world that doesn't care
    no matter what, it wasn't enough, I couldn't rescue us from here
    All I wanted was to dream, girl
    Lose myself seek solace in a dream.
    My darling, my love, can we be just simply true?
    Confide in me as I trust in you
    Counting teardrops to my salvation
    now I long; never may I find you
    but at least I had a glimpse of you
    to hold and to cherish
    to brood and to relish
    at least I glimpsed you
    through a dream, girl.
    And all I've ever had are my dreams, love.
    and all I'll ever be is in my dreams.
     
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    Obituary
    By jo spumoni


    Devoted mother,
    Loving wife,
    Painter,
    Cook,
    And ice-tea drinker,
    Pianist with too-long nails
    Writer,
    Reader,
    Long-walk taker,
    Shell-collector,
    Good embracer,
    You died
    But never left
     
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    YOU'D BE MOTHER
    By Mr.Tekin


    Why people live until they die
    Why we live the truths the lies
    I won't ask no more
    I know nothing will show reality
    So I'll cry with this song

    But it was so early to die
    No mean to hope this to be a lie
    I just think one thing
    There would be our daughter
    I still have change I'll be her father
    But you'd be her mother

    it was so early baby, tell me
    Where are you now?
     
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    Granddad
    By seelifein69


    Looking through an ancient chest,
    I found a newspaper that said your name.
    It said you saved a persons life, 1956.
    "He jumped in the canal with perfect aim,
    and pulled the wrecked driver to safety."

    You owned the family lawn care company.
    You were a Masonic man with pride.
    Three kids and a wife that I never remember,
    Army tough with a country thick tan hide.
    But you always held me in your heart.

    I can only recall a few memories
    of you and my life when I was young.
    But I do recall a sweet strawberry candy,
    with a soft center that melted on my tongue,
    That you would give me as we drove along.

    When you died, I didn't want to see the obituary.
    But I found the newspaper that said your name.
    Cancer had brought you, my hero, down, 2001.
    Still, a sensitive spot in my mind, burns a flame
    Where I wished I could have known you more.

    Tears only come when I think of you.
    And the old house way out in the Estates,
    the nursery in the back yard.
    But I know you've found the pearly gates,
    And I want you to live on through me.
     
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    Eye of the Raven
    By Fullmetal Xeno


    As i foresee the gleaming light,
    no evil shall escape my sight,
    with just a couple of fights,
    i shall prove my forsaken might.
    With all the pressure i hold on tight,
    to survive the swiftly night,
    as i run away and make my flight,
    turning left and turning right,
    making my way at just a slight glance,
    i maneuver my self to take a chance,
    even when im not technologically advanced,
    i must battle the equally enhanced.

    (Sorry if it doesn't make sense, it's baring a reference to my grandpa fighting a disease that he barely survived awhile ago and who died 3 years ago.)
    With just one look, im inside a nook.
    and a spot of glare, without a single flare.
    in the deep and darkest night, i shall not loose my might.
     
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    A Mother Dies
    By sunnygirl167


    Mother dies saving her child from house fire.

    A mother dies a child cries.
    I begin to read the happenings.
    A fire it said in the wee morning hours.
    A child of five was left inside.
    the mother could not bare to hear her child scream in pain.
    She ran back in and grabbed her girl and threw her down to safety below.
    But by then it was to late the smoke over took her causeing her to faint.
    where she finaly met her ultimate fate. Jessie May Jones will always be a
    hero to this small town and to her little girl.
    That is when the tears really started flowing in uncontrollable sobs. I just then realized I would never hold my little girl again or smell her sweet little girl scent.
    For in the end it was I that died that day saving the daughter I loved so much but would no longer touch.
     
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    Creation
    By KingDerekx


    I'm a walking paradox
    Crawling through life
    Trying to find myself
    But there's just no time
    Our prime is short
    Retort you not
    I was just sitting
    Blinked
    And now you rot
    Your words were suppressed
    And your life had a scratch
    So you made the same the mistakes
    Killing chicks before they hatch
    But the record stopped spinning
    DJ Illness winning
    Clockwork in slow motion
    Mix potion
    Death's bell ringing
    To me you were a hiss
    Of whisper amongst my relatives
    Avoiding the cyst
    Is my ignorance bliss?
     
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    Anthony
    By LaGs


    What youthful ignorance how I never grasped,
    Or felt, or sensed,
    The sheer lack of opportunities that we would ever get.

    Why I never spent every minute of every day with you,
    When that morbid clock ticked on,
    While your illness never rested,
    Inexorably wearing you down.

    Naivety and false hope made me think
    you would pull through,
    I stupidly thought you were invincible.

    Yet your final breath gave way and there I was,
    Panic-stricken,
    Powerless to do anything.
    I just cried and stroked your hair.

    You were frail, emaciated,
    Yet you remained so handsome,
    A spirit that was so beautiful it transcended all things physical,
    And there it was floating away from me.

    I just didn’t want you to leave.

    One of the last things you did was reassure me
    with a thoughtful gesture,
    One astounding act of selflessness
    that I’ll never forget.

    I always looked up to you in a
    Brotherly idolatry,
    Looking forward to the day when I’d grow up,
    and we’d be friends.

    No more plaguing you with childish questions
    and expecting answers,
    But on an even keel,
    Man to man.

    I don’t want to regret it but it tugs at my heart when I think about
    What I could’ve done,
    And should’ve said.

    Now you’re gone I have only memory—
    Images of that popular and likeable young man
    everybody knew and wanted to be around.

    They always ask in a cliché way
    Why they always snatch the good ones,
    But you’ll never know how much you were loved—

    Are loved—
    How much people miss you

    Today I meet strangers you affected and touched,
    and it tells me all I need to know;
    That so many years on you’re still remembered so fondly,
    And your spirit is forever there,

    But it still saddens me.

    I just miss you so much.
     
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    Twisted Relief
    By AllWrite


    I was hopeless
    Broken, not a cent to my name
    Broke, an eviction notice
    added to the list of my pains
    Still focused,
    I knew for my family I'd have to try
    So I opened the newspaper
    and looked through the classifieds
    HELP WANTED: lawn applicator
    - Nope
    : Janitor
    - Eh, too much pride
    : Clerical work
    - My business degree deserves a better 9 to 5
    I threw the paper in disgust
    Mid 30s & soon I'd be getting married
    and in the midst of my fuss
    the paper landed onto the obituaries
    I scrolled through the columns
    I don't know why
    But I paused because a picture of a young guy caught my eye
    "23 years old, skiing accident..."
    He never realized the danger
    "Gone too soon for a life so passionate...
    He was a promosing banker"
    I threw the paper down again
    disgusted with myself
    I began to appreciate life
    Made my problems seem so small
    Got teary eyed called my soon to be wife
    With a sigh of relief
    I said "Baby it's me...
    thank God we're not deceased
    & at the bank there's a job opening"
     
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    All Around Us
    By bcntln


    Craig Elliott Cantlon - August 8, 1984 to July 10, 2010

    When told of his death, I almost lost my mind;
    knowing that we would never see him again,
    wore so heavy on my mind.

    But now with the stark reality of his tragic death;
    I find him all around me in all my daily tasks.

    I see him in the flickering flames of a camp fire on a summer's night.
    I see him in the shiny dew on a lawn he used to romp.

    I see him in the cut out face of a jack-o-lantern on Halloween night
    and in the flashing Christmas lights on a cold winter's night.

    I see him in a snowman that others now will build
    and in a red sled as it slides down a snowy hill.

    I see him in a Frisbee as it flies swiftly through the air.
    I see him in the shadows of a home we used to share.

    I see him in the halo around a perfect harvest moon;
    helping me forget we had our share of strife and gloom.

    When I hear him, I'm in my bed, in the silences of the night;
    in the sound of my wife's beating heart, as she lies so close and tight.

    I know now as long as he is in our hearts, he will always be around.
    Because loving caring parents is always what he found.

    For he believed God gave us life with the condition it will end;
    to live it without loving, caring and helping others, is by far the greatest sin.

    I saw him like all of us, struggle daily with this golden rule;
    knowing in his heart, he wanted no one to be cruel.

    I can only say to those who think God is not alive;
    someone blessed us with a troubled son we will love beyond the day we die.

    Now I hope to think of him with a smile rather than a tear,
    knowing where he is now is better than down here.
     
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    By the Mast and Somber Pyre
    By Mark Ruyley


    Lo and hear, dread day has come
    The throne lies bare and silent.
    This once mirthful hall of mead and cheer
    Is now without its tyrant.

    Scyld the Shield, first Danish King
    Born once to foreign lords
    With wealth of might and heart and coin
    To dwarf the dragon's hoard.

    He came to us by the whale-way
    Versed in the ways of war.
    Scyld the King of many men,
    The scourge of many more.

    To Beow, his son, the throne passes hence
    And the earls owe him much.
    The Warrior-Danes love now a prince
    Too young to know a woman's touch.

    But worry not, and lay the king down
    By the mast and somber pyre.
    Dressed in jewels, the gears of war.
    Seas, take our lord in fire.
     
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