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    Weekly Poetry Contest (206) - Mind Tricks

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Aug 27, 2012.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred and Six




    Back on schedule 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 3rd September 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 6th September 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of *Katie) Mind Tricks


    The next (204th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of nomadpenguin): The Sound of Silence, and it will be opened on Monday 3rd September 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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    Treachery

    This is not
    a poem.
     
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    THE LOVE ILLUSION

    Is love blind?
    Is it an illusion,
    A mirage,
    A trick of the mind?
    Is it real?
    Or is it something
    In the air,
    That wafts about
    In the breeze
    Then disappears
    Without a care?
    When it happens,
    It makes us heady.
    We believe in miracles.
    When loves hits,
    The mind's not steady.
    We're enveloped in wonder,
    We're on 'cloud nine.'
    Another powerful,
    Overwhelming
    Trick of the mind.
     
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    Beware of Mind

    Mind the mind
    with ravenous appetite,
    begging to tease from its poor, nescient neighbor
    a moment’s reflection or
    tasty treat;

    Leaping for
    show and chasing its long tail,
    it may roll over and play dead just to gain
    attention, then glimmer with
    pride or glee.

    Leave it be;
    do not feed or provoke it,
    lest you should be torn to bits in playful guile
    with your defenses at rest,
    unawares.
     
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    The mind

    As the light slips and fades
    And the darkness plummets from above
    Logic loses it’s grip
    My mind soars as a dove.

    What is real, what is fake?
    What is better left alone?
    For in the eyes of the soul
    My mind has truly flown.

    And as dusk slips to dawn
    Fantasy becomes cast away
    And as the mind falls back to earth
    It shall be stored for another day.
     
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    nope
     
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    A Trick of the Mind

    Never more is the currency of the mind.
    Gonna have to leave your past desires behind.
    Give away all your worldly possessions.
    You soar you fly.
    Up towards the heavens to rid yourself of heinous confessions.

    Never more is the haven of your figure .
    Gonna have to be buried before you become rigor.
    Let your body waste away to dust.
    You lay inside a coffin.
    Down your lifeblood stays blood stained like rust.

    Never more are the words from your tongue.
    Gonna have to admit there were lies by the ton.
    Run away from the abode of your vocabulary.
    Around you stumble in the web of your calumny.
    And with no mouth
    Desert your tragic ways.
    You will never heed nor sway.

    With this my poem comes to an end.
    Read the first word of every sentence again.
     
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    “Illusion.”

    He states it in a simple voice
    but it never is his choice
    to turn the bluish turquoise
    clear or ever utilize the destructive malice.

    He employs a clever
    System. for his schemes to
    carry out, and by the time you see
    the tragic im print(“Illusion.”); on your computer screen

    all you do is wonder why
    and focus on and ponder
    how such a blunder came about
    strange punctuation throughout.
     
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