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Weekly Poetry Contest (200) Voting

Poll closed Jul 19, 2012.
  1. THE CALLER ~ Agatha Christie

    0 vote(s)
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  2. An Unwanted Obsession ~ Admin

    3 vote(s)
    37.5%
  3. High on the Corner of Sarnia and Lake ~ Darkkin

    1 vote(s)
    12.5%
  4. Unwanted Obsession ~ seelifein69

    3 vote(s)
    37.5%
  5. invisible ~ KingDerekx

    1 vote(s)
    12.5%
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (200) Voting - Unwanted Obsession

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred
    Voting



    Get your poetry here! And vote for it!

    And this week's theme was: (courtesy of me) Unwanted Obsession

    Voting will end on Thursday 19th July 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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    THE CALLER
    By Agatha Christie


    The wretched caller raps at the door.
    He skulks and scowls, ready to taunt.
    'Clear off!' you shout. 'Don't call any more!'
    But through days and nights, he comes to haunt.
    He shrieks and yells without restraint.
    You cover your ears, you shut your eyes.
    A welcome call this most certainly ain't!
    This vile caller, you so despise.
    In desperation you run far to escape.
    But wherever you go is his dreaded shape.
    Some call him Fixation, others strong Passion.
    You know his name is Unwanted Obsession.
    Obsession can be such a burden to bear.
    Be alert, be careful and always beware!
     
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    An Unwanted Obsession
    By Admin


    What begins itself as a game,
    An innocent competition,
    Has turned into my biggest shame -
    My terrible situation:
    The bones of Audrey Hepburn’s frame,
    They act as my inspiration.
    My hunger: sharp, unchecked, untamed,
    Is my most constant dictation.
    If I dare try to breathe again
    I’d sneeze myself a citation,
    If I don’t drop because I’m lame,
    I’m not starved enough for weigh-in.
    If you think vanity the same,
    Then I’m sorry, you are mistaken.
    It makes me guilty and full-a shame,
    But not as guilty as eating.
     
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    High on the Corner of Sarnia and Lake
    By Darkkin


    My eyes are hot, my anger bright, clear and hard.
    Stillness, sleep is no option, a restless tide does swell.
    Rue at my side, I'm out the door, through the yard.
    I head to the place, my one secret spot, where I break free from hell.

    It is three miles straight down from my door.
    A set of old rusted swings on the corner of Sarnia and Lake.
    It is here, in the shadow of Sugar Loaf, some yards form the shore,
    A need lingers and waits for me, unfulfilled, that burning ache.

    Illness has stolen, whittled, shaved and carved;
    The remainder...Ten pounds of Docs and ninety-three of me,
    At the swings I hover now, muscles tense, heart starved...
    A hundred odd pounds of dead weight, longing to be free.

    Dropping down, the vinyl creaks...Rue watching, ears alert.
    Iron oxide stains my hands...Palms, callused and holding.
    No one knows, no one cares of the darkness, of the hurt.
    Those calluses, earned from these chains, blisters formed the molding.

    Here, now, in the place, I find my high...
    Toes gripping against my soles, I kick off, feet lifting...flying out.
    Forward...Up...A limit reached, sinking, dropping...Ground and sky.
    Staring at the carved out green, my feet kick again, stretching hard, my soul in doubt.

    The westerly drifts down from the bluffs, ripples the water, sets my hat, a banner of defiance, flapping.
    One by one by one, all the things I loved were taken, hidden away...Physically too hard on me...
    Back and forth, back again, groaning and wailing, so sings the swing, cadence kept by a dreamer's foot tapping.
    The kiss of the air, the dizzying flight, holding and releasing, the sky, a cobalt, white capped sea.

    Humerus ringed round in violet, where the chains pinch and bite...
    Wiry strength holding out, hard and true. The endurance mine.
    Pitching high, hands drifting free when commonsense screams to hold on tight.
    The sweet swell of triumph, among the moon shadows I now dwell; it is here my wings shine.

    High and hard and fast and long...High and hard and fast and long.
    Brutal falls and broken bones, I've taken hits, but all my life I've known pain.
    In the whirling blur of motion that is my swing, I find peace, a forgotten song.
    My words, my dreams, take form...This is my muse...Found in the heavens at the end of a chain.

    A secret know to only me and the company of a dog.
    High and hard and fast and long...High and hard and fast and long.
    Over, on an endless loop, destine to repeat.
    The refrain of these words, this unknown song.
    Regardless of the seasons, broken bones, or sandaled feet.
    High on the corner of Sarnia and Lake.
     
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    Unwanted Obsession
    By seelifein69


    I want to write things three times
    I need to write things three times
    I have to write things three times

    I want to find the time to unwind
    I need to find the time to unwind
    I have to find the time to unwind

    But even it's hard, cause I'll have to do it three times.
     
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    invisible
    By KingDerekx


    i helped you when needed
    i heard all your cries
    was there when you pleaded
    you threw sand in my eyes
    it's like i was gone
    out of sight, out of mind
    just an extra pawn
    you were so blind
    the game was still played
    you were there, i was not
    you left while i stayed
    and left me to rot
     
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