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Weekly Poetry Contest (235) Voting

Poll closed May 2, 2013.
  1. Mind your Head ~ Admin

    1 vote(s)
    9.1%
  2. To: The Invisible Inebriated Whale ~ seelifein69

    0 vote(s)
    0.0%
  3. A universe in a ruffle ~ mbinks89

    2 vote(s)
    18.2%
  4. Helplessly Insane ~ Sword

    0 vote(s)
    0.0%
  5. Must have Timbuktu in she said, and this is what popped right in my head ~ Michael O

    0 vote(s)
    0.0%
  6. Pussy Willow and Mad Fox ~ Darkkin

    2 vote(s)
    18.2%
  7. I am often alone with my thoughts ~ We Are Cartographers

    4 vote(s)
    36.4%
  8. white is black ~ aliyawar

    2 vote(s)
    18.2%
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (235) Voting - Mind of the Insane

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred and Thirty Five
    Voting



    Monday is poetry contest day!

    And this week's theme was: (courtesy of Lance Millenium) Mind of the Insane

    Voting will end on Thursday 2nd April 2013.

    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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    Mind your Head
    By Admin


    [HR][/HR]

    Mind your head as you leave your bed -
    That is what ------ had said,
    And there my mind was left behind,
    And that is why I’m dead.[/CENTER]

    [HR][/HR]
     
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    To: The Invisible Inebriated Whale
    By seelifein69


    Sir, I really don’t appreciate
    All the uproars you create,
    And how you do abbreviate
    The friendly letters I dictate.

    The Baker will not understand
    Your sloppy written, soggy, shorthand.
    For you are under my command,
    When I’m asleep in Wonderland.

    Don’t blame me, you’re intoxicated!
    Far from the assistant I nominated,
    And so your rum I confiscated.
    It’s not as if this isn’t promulgated!

    So from this letter, I’d like to avoid
    This conversation feeling paranoid,
    But I feel you are more apt to destroy.
    And you are hereby unemployed…

    Sincerely signed,

    The Annoyed
     
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    A universe in a ruffle
    By mbinks89


    A universe in a ruffle
    of time and space.
    Outside it: a beast.
    Looming, its size incomprehensible
    unimaginable, ineffable.

    Two-headed.
    One head is insane.
    The other is not.
    And they argue.
    Insanity jabbers,
    spittle flying from its spasming lips.
    Its eyes: wide, gleaming, bloodshot.
    Its skin: beige, dry, tight.
    Its face contorts:
    squeezes, lengthens, slackens, shrinks, tightens, wrinkles.
    Always it jabbers. Never any silence.

    The second head:
    A cynic. Jaded.
    It argues with the insane head,
    knowing that there’s no point,
    no purpose.
    Insanity doesn’t listen; it can’t understand.
    But Cynic argues anyway. It’s all it can do.
    And each day, Insanity grows more excited,
    more talkative, becomes flakier around its
    already crumbling edges.
    And Cynic grows angrier. More derisive.
    It hisses insults and then ignores the head it cannot leave.

    The two heads top a snakelike body.
    An endless ladder of ribs.
    Arms and legs.
    Two dangling penises.

    And sometimes the universe in the fold,
    the ruffle, the seam,
    catches bits of their conversation.
    How it stirs them so.
     
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    Helplessly Insane
    By Sword


    Serrated jaw,
    intelligent teeth.
    The flesh of understanding is not to eat.

    Wrong as rain,
    clear as smoke.
    Laugh at the words of sound folk.

    Sharp yet soft,
    suffocating spiral.
    Down, down, down, into denial.
     
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    Must have Timbuktu in she said, and this is what popped right in my head
    By Michael O


    "The class began and what do you know,
    Little Johnny's there at the end of a row.
    Like Michael Myers this kid never dies,
    Here for eternity to make teachers cry."

    "It's poem day the teacher announced,
    And saw in his eyes he's ready to pounce.
    Must have Timbuktu in it she said,
    and this is what popped right in his head."

    "Johnny's turn came and he stood before the class
    The teacher puckered this kid's such an ass.
    He gave teach a wink and begin his diddy,
    She knew in a heartbeat it would not be pretty."

    Me and Tim a-huntin we went,
    Met three prostitutes in a big ol tent.
    Them being three and us but two,
    I bucked one and Timbuktu."
     
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    Pussy Willow and Mad Fox
    By Darkkin


    Pussy Willow of Woodlawn Passing
    Told a tale that left them asking...
    Of a Fox who kept the time...
    Playing, playing with word and rhyme.

    Pussy Willow watching there from afar...
    Through the snow, beneath the stars.
    The passages, twisted as a shepherd's crook...
    Knew the path Fox took...

    Pussy Willow heard songs of the broken...
    Knew those choices, many, were merely token...
    Yet, still some seek to question the Mad Fox...
    Those who sought to fly, only to crash upon the rocks.

    Pussy Willow of Woodlawn Passing...
    What is the question these fools keep asking?
    Of the Mad Fox...
    These poor souls dashed upon the rocks.

    Pussy Willow dancing in the warm spring air.
    Mad Fox's question, stark and square...
    The bright refrain of an old, old game.
    A rhyme that has long remained the same...

    Pussy Willow marking time...
    A ghostly voice, chanting the rhyme.
    Midnight striking on the clock...
    A key snicking in a lock.

    Pussy Willow of Woodlawn Passing...
    A figment, a question asking...
    Down a labyrinth of doors and locks...
    Whirls and dashes elusive Mad Fox.
     
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    I am often alone with my thoughts
    By We Are Cartographers


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    white is black
    By aliyawar


    white is black
    and black is white..
    and sometimes,
    it take myriad hues..
    when sweet nights come,
    when sun creeps up,
    the darkness rise,
    stars red,green,
    fall down with flies,
    that dance to the tune of
    old street lights..
    my pal jyo dog,
    fly to the sun,
    burn his wings..
    which melt like wax..
    folks come and go..
    i can see the..
    bloodthirst in their eyes..
    the red hot tears
    in their smiles..
    trying to steal my thoughts,
    my gems and jyo
    I see and laugh,
    and think and cry,
    while they are sleeping
    through their lives...
    I see it all..
    it's smoke and sea..
    the burning moon..
    cottonballs in the sky
    weep
    thoughts grey,blue,white
    a conscious sleep...
     
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