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Weekly Poetry Contest (196) Voting

Poll closed Jun 21, 2012.
  1. A Michael Bay creation ~ seelifein69

    4 vote(s)
    57.1%
  2. Banalisation ~ jo spumoni

    2 vote(s)
    28.6%
  3. A solider Dies Alone ~ E.Thomas

    1 vote(s)
    14.3%
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (196) Voting - War

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Ninety Six
    Voting



    Get your poetry here! And vote for it!

    And this week's theme was: (courtesy of simplyrachel) War

    Voting will end on Thursday 21st June 2012.

    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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    A Michael Bay creation
    By seelifein69


    A Michael Bay creation
    On a giant silver screen
    Leaves us with a tolerance
    For another man’s scream

    We think to ourselves that
    we know we could be great
    If we had been given the chance
    To switch up our fate.

    But in reality, could you go?
    Shipped off to foreign lands
    With people who want you dead
    In snow, mountains or sands

    Could you watch your
    Captains, friends and foe
    Gasping breath, spitting blood
    And begging you not to go

    Think you could take that gun
    And put it to their head
    Pull the trigger, to kill the pain
    Or run away instead?

    So why don’t you sit down,
    And eat your popcorn in the dark
    Because you are weak and normal
    And you don’t have a heroes’ heart
     
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    Banalisation
    By jo spumoni


    Your picture on the mantelpiece
    Tall and proud in uniform
    Has become the man I now remember.
    It takes all my strength to act as though
    This war were just a normal thing,
    To relay war news by the store
    Mundane and dull as weather talk.
    The French have just the perfect word,
    And as always it’s a pretty sound:
    Banalisation--
    It speaks of when the strangeness dulls
    And tarnishes from the commonness,
    When the wound becomes a thin-lipped scar
    That aches but holds the blood inside,
    And when the eye mists fragilely
    But the tears refuse to flow.
     
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    A solider Dies Alone
    By E. Thomas


    I feel the mortars falling all around,
    See my comrades bodies littered across the ground.
    I am too tired now.

    Too tired too care, too tired to worry
    about who wanders there
    Through the crisp winter night.
    They can drown in their miserable plight.

    The air is heavy, the grass damp with dew.
    Salt tears on my face,
    freezing with the winter moon.
    Blue and tormented in it's feminine glaze.
    Watching over the world.
    A cruel, sorrowful place
     
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