Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.
  1. Banzai
    Offline

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

    Joined:
    Mar 31, 2007
    Messages:
    12,871
    Likes Received:
    150
    Location:
    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (213) - One Nation

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Oct 30, 2012.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred and Thirteen




    Poetry! Hot, fresh poetry!

    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 sixth, closing on Monday 5th November 2012 12th November 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 8th November 2012 15th November 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of Solar) One Nation


    The next (214th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of moi): Remember, and it will be opened on Monday 5th November 2012 12th November 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).
     
  2. Banzai
    Offline

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

    Joined:
    Mar 31, 2007
    Messages:
    12,871
    Likes Received:
    150
    Location:
    Reading, UK
    Due to the shortage of entries this week (*cough*none*cough*) I'm giving the entry stage another week. This means that entry will now close on Monday 12th November 2012, with voting closing on 15th November 2012.
     
  3. Selbbin
    Online

    Selbbin I hate you Contributor

    Joined:
    Oct 16, 2012
    Messages:
    3,244
    Likes Received:
    1,808
    Location:
    Australia
    it's not a very appealing topic....
     
  4. Nick Kilcoyne
    Offline

    Nick Kilcoyne Member

    Joined:
    Nov 6, 2012
    Messages:
    44
    Likes Received:
    1
    Location:
    Portland, OR
    A Nation of One

    There was a nation of two
    Each whore different shades of blue
    Each had ideas but disagreed
    So they cause each other to fight and bleed
    At first things were tit for tat
    Until one man whore a very tall hat
    He united the people and when he was done
    The nation of two became a nation of one
     
  5. Darkkin
    Offline

    Darkkin Reflection of a nobody Contributor

    Joined:
    Jun 21, 2012
    Messages:
    1,758
    Likes Received:
    515
    Location:
    Following the footprints in the sand...
    Storm: Song of a Nation Small

    Storm: Song of a Nation Small

    It began a simple, ignored flash...
    Lightning in the distance.
    The world kept turning.
    Ideas churning.
    A garden green, minds bright.
    Another, closer, flash of light.
    Thunder growled...It was shaken off.

    Cloaks donned, hoods raised.
    Work continued...
    Wind rose, howling...
    Brutal.
    A drop of rain.
    First hint of blood.

    Heads lifted.
    A voice called.
    'Be done.'
    'Indoors, swiftly, one and all.'
    A solid phalanx they did form.
    Holding strong against the gathering storm.

    Heaven broke, the torrent came.
    Hail and arrows speared the ground.
    Lightning struck...
    Too close.
    Too hot.
    The stalwart silence...
    A twisted form in the rain said..
    'Oh no...you do not.'

    It cast about a knowing glance.
    Rain pounding down.
    Evil eyes glowing.
    Upon something it did light.
    An elven child...who heard not the call.
    Through the storm she did wade.
    Calling her a fool for getting so far away.

    Dreams and fancies.
    Exotic flowers and far off lands.
    To these places her mind was tripping.
    Drifting floating...
    Until the trees began dripping.
    Muddied hems and soaking cloak.
    Across the meadows, her way she made.

    Lightning streaked.
    Searing the sky.
    Revealing a twisted figure to her eyes.
    Burning venom bore into her...
    A silent scream...Never voiced.
    Blood and thunder scented the night.
    As the venom, rage and fire
    Where set alight...

    An inferno, a fury...
    A nightmarish fright...
    Rain and hail.
    Lashing, slashing
    Cutting down...
    Mud seeping...Demon creeping.
    A pound of flesh...
    A pint of blood.
    To this glade, brought this demon seeking.

    Venom burned, hale bruised...
    A fractured arm...As the child.
    Elven, dark and fair.
    Reached for the weapon,
    Concealed 'neath rain matted hair.

    A pipe of gold.
    Slim and light.
    Warm and supple
    A comfort in her fright.
    To her lips the instrument she lifted.
    With her music she was gifted.

    She released a song...
    Sweet, dark, speaking.
    Across the glade.
    'Cross the green.
    In to the night.
    In the face of the storm,
    The wind, the hale.
    Against the burning, venomous Gale.

    Darts struck, barbs fell.
    Cuts and bruises.
    Stinging hell.
    Her cloak, a tattered raiment.
    There was no time left.
    The song would work, but as of yet
    She stood alone, on that hill...

    She dropped the cloak.
    It weighed her down.
    The demon's face began to frown.
    Something odd was going on.
    Elven child, dark and fair.
    With her twisted, matted hair.
    Turned about began to run.
    Racing, pelting for the sun.

    Her song, she flung,
    Into the face of the storm once more.
    A call that would ring from shore to shore.
    Doors open...Heads were lifted.
    Swords were drawn...
    The hue and cry raised.
    Some rushed to extinguish the blaze.
    Others gave chase.
    In the teeth of the storm, to save a child's fleeing form.

    After the beast they went.
    Rapier, truth, lethal intent.
    Down the hill to the glade.
    Up to an olden oak she flew.
    Concealed inside a shield, a blade.
    Starbright.
    Elven child, dark and fair.
    Wheeled about to do her share.

    A broken wrist hefted the shield.
    A strong, sure hand gripped a hilt.
    No longer alone, but an army strong.
    They turned the tide.
    The fires gone.
    Down. Down. Down.
    That demon fell.
    Back to the pits.
    The depths of ....

    The maelstrom softened.
    The howling wind, appeased.
    The elven child crumpled to her knees.
    Winded, bleeding, bruised and raw...
    She still breathed the rain washed air.
    A golden pipe once more
    Concealed within her hair.

    The storm continued through the night.
    Washing away the carnage, the fright.
    Elven child, dark and fair.
    Safe and warm.
    Gleaming hair...
     
  6. Sword
    Offline

    Sword Member

    Joined:
    Apr 23, 2012
    Messages:
    76
    Likes Received:
    19
    Location:
    Massachusetts, USA
    Doubled Sided

    Bi-partisan,
    doesn't matter which side my heart is in.

    Result is the same,
    it's driving me insane.

    Red or blue,
    labels stick like glue.

    Stress induced heart attack,
    I want my democracy back.
     
  7. Selbbin
    Online

    Selbbin I hate you Contributor

    Joined:
    Oct 16, 2012
    Messages:
    3,244
    Likes Received:
    1,808
    Location:
    Australia
    Ants Unite!

    It's all for one, the queens agreed,
    Time for us to take the Lead,
    To stop them killing with poison and feet,
    If we stand together we won't know defeat!

    10 million of us for each one of them,
    Into the ground we do condemn,
    The humans who ruled us for way too long,
    So sharpen your pincers and take them on!
     
  8. Solar
    Offline

    Solar Contributing Member Contributor

    Joined:
    Jan 27, 2011
    Messages:
    538
    Likes Received:
    253
    One Nation

    Some cynics say: ‘To talk of One Nation
    Is to waste a breath on an empty notion.’

    But others sing to them a different song:
    ‘What on mother earth could ever be wrong

    With a humankind united by common cause
    To stop all this damned abuse and end the bloody wars?’
     
  9. seelifein69
    Offline

    seelifein69 Active Member

    Joined:
    Jun 20, 2011
    Messages:
    204
    Likes Received:
    7
    Location:
    SW Florida
    It's Over...

    Take a shot gun to the stack
    Of political flyers on my desk

    How did you think I would react?
    To simply put up with this mess?
     
  10. John Jackson
    Offline

    John Jackson New Member

    Joined:
    Jun 21, 2012
    Messages:
    5
    Likes Received:
    0
    Or something like that..

    I pledge allegiance to some cotton
    Of a Nation behind imaginary lines
    And to the politicians
    For which they stand
    One nation; under a forced religion
    Dividable,
    With liberty and justice
    For the rich.
     
  11. Snyder80
    Offline

    Snyder80 Member

    Joined:
    Oct 18, 2012
    Messages:
    23
    Likes Received:
    2
    Location:
    South Central Pennsylvania
    Peaceful Wishes


    Cast differences aside,
    Only the young can abide.
    This rule of true human kind,
    Ignored by most, embraced by few.

    The race is through,
    Though the hate has only begun for me and you.
    Middle ground does exist,
    Only anger and hatred dare to persist.

    Coming together is the bravest way,
    Instead of letting zoo animals hold sway.
    Elephants and donkey's all around,
    Who we once were may never be found.

    Children are the coming night,
    Should we teach them darkness,
    Or cast our egos and pride aside,
    And allow them to love in the light?

    Our people make our country great.
    Love, tolerance, mercy and an open mind,
    Once again, this virtues we must find.
     
  12. fighter25
    Offline

    fighter25 Member

    Joined:
    Feb 22, 2010
    Messages:
    36
    Likes Received:
    3
    Flight of the Cardinal

    High, above the blood-
    splattered cotton fields of Georgia,
    flew a cardinal.

    That summer snow,
    speckled with the sweat
    of our men:

    Sweat that smelled of rusted
    fear, burning substance,
    fuel to the brothers.

    And, they knew not
    that they were, indeed,
    alone.

    As leaders, high on sage
    words of the trusted,
    gave orders to men.

    Men, whose songs fell
    into dusk, yearning for
    their nests, now vacant;

    A string of yarn, dangling.
    Popsicle-sticks, a note, from
    one lover to another.

    Yet, high, above
    a united nation,
    the cardinal flew on.
     
Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.

Share This Page