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    Weekly Poetry Contest (180) - Goodbyes

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Eighty




    A bit more of an "open" theme this week.

    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 30th January 2012 Monday 6th February 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 2nd February 2012 Thursday 9th February 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of ClusterChuck) Goodbyes


    The next (181st) contest's theme will be (courtesy of RusticOnion): Taboo, and it will be opened on Monday 30th January 2012 Monday 6th February 2012.


    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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    Bueno Bye

    cringing behind a curtain vail
    runing away something to hide
    step up the mark
    see if you dare,
    life has yourself
    only to blame.

    do you feel real
    when you speak fear
    or is faint you try
    and tear?

    turn in yourself
    make your goodbyes
    manners are put
    requires tact
    courage has it
    you have a doubt.

    domine sine veritas,
    domine mors est
    .
    what was before
    is passed and gone
    make your goodbyes
    compose a price
    see if you can recite it fast
    then give yourself
    a pat on back.

    losing is not a target
    you must pass
    or else your self
    is up for grabs,
    make your goodbyes
    speak not of else
    compose a whine
    and see it fly,
    rhyme does not
    get better then that.
     
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    To give time for more entries (in order to make this contest worth holding) I'm going to extend the dealine by a week, so that it will now close on Monday 6th February 2012.
     
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    Untitled # 64
    Pretentious transitions and slow reflections
    sobbing glass pieces
    dancing, like heated olive oil
    on top of her white body.
    Hopeless rescue missions
    with good intentions and imperfect skills
    ended with great speeches
    showered in the sharp light of irony
    another badly arranged farewell ceremony
    like a last try
    for a memorable last hand impression
    falls to the ground in slow motion,
    with the same speed as her look
    locked on my black leather shoes
    a time frozen walk
    down endless stairs
    past unrecognizable names
    and clean doormats
    out to a flawed night
    in a family friendly hour
     
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    ADIEU, LIKE THE PAPER BOATS...

    Nuance of those wee days,
    Artifacts of thine innocence.
    Yearning, these wishful eyes,
    For the candid rains,
    At thy depleted windows.

    Times when thee made
    That paper boat,
    Like a world rising
    In the mind of a poet.
    Times, with a boat, thee bent down.
    Whilst the stream kissed
    Thine knees.
    And away the boat hurried.
    A numinous mirth then
    Adorned thy face.

    The boats are a past.
    But they reside somewhere
    At their destination last.
    Epitomising thy bliss there.

    Those times die.
    But, Ah! They reside deep;
    Still breathing, they still fly
    Epitomising thy life to thee...
     
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    Leaving, again

    We parted in a tunnel under the city.
    You kissed me with a passion I didn't know you had,
    teeth clashing in a battle for possession,
    and then
    apart.

    You rode the Piccadilly line east to Heathrow and America,
    while I was north-bound via King's Cross:
    heading home to grey skies, January drizzle,
    and the long agony of waiting.

    I watched you turn the corner and be gone,
    your wheeled suitcase following faithfully,
    while I stood still in the tide of commuters
    and wept.
     
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    Seventeen Words

    I'd never seen her face crumple before
    Never seen her soul beneath her skin
    It made me want to stay and learn more
    About that city girl so ragged and thin

    The time we'd spent nestled by the fire
    We'd swapped only seventeen words
    Driven by silence and desire
    We were as sly as foxes and free as birds

    Now it's time to flee the nest
    Whimper our last goodbyes
    We'll pretend to forget the rest
    And act as though those seventeen words were all lies.
     
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    A Simple Farewell:

    A moment lost.
    Our memories gone.
    You've given up.
    I'm moving on.
     
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