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    Weekly Poetry Contest (173) - Dust

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

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Seventy Three




    Time to put pen to paper again!

    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
    • 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 5th December 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 8th December 2011.


    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of Gracia Bee) Dust


    The next (174th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of me): Albatross, and it will be opened on Monday 5th December 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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    Arizona

    You are alone.

    The sun-kissed sky sauntered
    into the solidarity of Desert Night.

    Cacti posing still in silhouette,
    stretching like a delicate soul.

    But you sleep alone.

    Self sufficient and steady,
    the trail goes on so long.

    Diverging slowly into
    split pieces of the start.

    And yet you ride alone.

    Like tumbleweed on track.

    Dust carried away from me.
     
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    Fussed over Dust

    DUST

    as you sweep pass
    your presence felt
    slightely oppressed
    steps mark the pace
    your move is haste
    slow going fast,

    as you grin tense
    your face appeals
    not to the press
    the camera flash,
    a picture pale
    makeup undone,


    as you stand there
    looking for outs
    exits are down
    the lock are clocked,
    prospects of dim
    cling to a hymn,

    as you blow cold
    the snow has ice
    dusted and slushed
    the slopes are bare
    the clouds are in
    ava lanche melts,

    as winter floats
    mountains attract
    a pause of flakes
    about to pour
    colours of whites
    and hope is bright.
     
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    Dozens of dust

    Dust
    like slow motion manatees
    falling heavy on piano keys
    to show the negligence
    of white noised realties
    Dust
    on closet captured porcelain
    in grandmother’s grey veins
    for the remembrance
    of old nick names
    Dust
    particles from your skin
    on to manly mannequins
    the descendants
    of scented happenings
     
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    dusting the box

    yeah i got caught out...
    middle of the street when those two big bastards came down

    they say i breathed in/ingested
    glass, computers, floor, rug, jet fuel, ash ash ash

    dna

    there were no amount of coughs
    that could clear those last
    bits
     
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    I feel like Dante,
    Sinking deeper and deeper into nine circless of madness.

    Constantly that realization and searching,
    For the thing I lost.

    The source deep inside eaten away,
    As by an illness.

    Sinking deeper and falling,
    The city of Dis is in my eyes.

    The sickest imagination exhibited in a theater,
    Nobody minds but sees it sooner or later.

    Charon laughing in the distance,
    Looking down on the dying.

    For all we are in the end,
    Is dust.

    Write this about a year ago, worked at a callcenter, worst job ever.
     
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    Dust in Albion

    The dust is withered and old about my feet
    I am an old man on a road to nowhere
    Stumbling through the smoke
    Lashing out at the demons I can see
    With dry hands and a heavy heart
    I continue down the path
    Bereft by grief, alone as always
    In the dark gloom that follows me
    Wherever I may go
    And now I look down
    At my blackened weary feet
    Seeing the dust in-between my toes
    The yellow toenails and my eyes water
    Before I turn back my head towards Albion.
     
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    Dust:

    We came from the ashes,
    Even with the odds stacks,
    We maintain balance.
    We are 75 in 14 Billion.

    Emotion changes character
    As water changes dust.
    Unique in etiquette.
    We are individual.

    Quarks and charges,
    Atoms and molecules.
    Are we not the same.
    Dust has relevance, like us.

    If you truely love this world.
    If you understand it.
    If you interpret living as a miracle.
    Would you not love dust,
    As you'd love a hobby,
    a brother, a lover?
     
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    Memories

    Buried beneath
    Books and games,
    Pointless trinkets
    One and the same

    Lie and wait—
    The memories

    Unforgotten
    And yet untouched;
    Preserved and honored
    But covered with dust

    They yearn to feel
    Life’s warm embrace
    To escape the chambers
    Of storage space

    Who are we
    To live our lives,
    To make such memories
    And cast them aside?
     
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    a tiny riddle

    when sitting in the nettles
    best wait until it settles
     
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