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Weekly Poetry Contest (167) Voting

Poll closed Oct 28, 2011.
  1. The American ~ Dithnir

    1 vote(s)
    33.3%
  2. Salem ~ Jetshroom

    2 vote(s)
    66.7%
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (167) Voting - An Execution

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Oct 25, 2011.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Sixty Seven
    Voting



    Only two entries this week, so let's see lots of votes.

    And this week's theme was (courtesy of CMacgregor93): An Execution

    Voting will end on Friday 28th October 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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    The American
    By Dithnir


    From a glistening red purse in ‘91
    slithered into life and a mother’s breathless curse
    the pawn who would be king.

    The wet nurse feeds the soft bones and blue eyes
    from the darkness of a barge in the garbage of the Nile
    his father on trial on television,
    guest of the American.

    The crowd was hired, the judge was fired
    on the day the soldiers came.
    His father and the American played a game
    of chess, while the mob waved placards of his
    father’s face, not yet the ballot for the Palestinian race.

    “Sharon will back down,”
    said the American with a frown, wiping sweat
    from his brow and the steel grey quiff,
    “Make this speech for the news, we’d prefer you choose
    conciliation. Though twenty are dead you should think of
    the nation, I hear the Nobel winner wears your shoes.”

    Now the bunker recluse who’s dying his hair
    can smell in the air his son’s dark Zephyr,
    he’s learned to shave, to shoot, and save
    his people from the blue linen suit
    of the American

    who’s yelling “You lied when you said he died,”
    and the father barely stifled a smile,
    “He can’t be bought or taught like me
    to sentence the flowers of Palestine.
    He’s in the city, the scene is set, in an hour I will resign.”

    Unpeturbed the American reached for his mobile phone
    but was held by the eyes of blue,
    “Twenty years my father bowed, while planning out this coup.”
    The shot was muffled, the American fell, his father picked up the phone,
    “Tell his children he died alone,
    And tell your people my son is home.”
     
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    Salem
    By Jetshroom


    When last I saw my lover,
    removed from loving arms,
    blamed by friend and neighbour,
    convicted by her charms.

    Her sins and mine were equal,
    yet the crowd had turned.
    So my nights companion,
    upon the square was burned.

    Logs were piled upon the green,
    the pyre, there erected.
    Then fire they called to christen,
    their vile witch, detected.

    A haze of putrid ashes,
    Her cries burned in my ears,
    My true love, I could not save,
    my love of many years.

    Her screams encouraged cheering.
    They watched her as she burned.
    My broken heart was steeled,
    noble courage had returned.

    No longer could I endure,
    my lover’s awful pains.
    So I hurled myself upon,
    those loving, lustful flames.

    And so we burned together,
    convicted of false crimes,
    that we may love forever,
    until the end of times.
     
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