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    Weekly Poetry Contest (92) - Splinter

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Aug 14, 2009.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Ninety Two







    Alrighty then! It's been a while since I did one of these, but let's give it a go shall we?


    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 a minimum of seven lines long
    • 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 last seven days, meaning it will close on Friday 21st August 2009.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Monday 24th August 2009.


    And this week's theme is (courtesty of Lydia): Splinter

    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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    Splinter

    I want it out
    I need it out
    It hurts so much
    Stuck in me like a love sick child
    Is enveloped in it’s infatuation.
    It tears from the inside
    Working deeper to my core
    I dig and cut and pry and cry
    Making worse the situation
    I want it out
    I need it out
    A sweet release
    I learn to cope and the pain subsides
    One night while sleeping
    My weary mind forgetting the inhabitant of my body
    It works its way forward
    Into the world quietly
    Leaving nothing more than an empty hole.​
     
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    Friends

    Itsy-bitsy piece of wood,
    Would you harm me if you could?

    Small, smaller than I can see;
    Would you ever sneak up on me?
    Should I fear to hug a tree,
    In doubts that you will prick me?

    Oh tiny forgotten piece,
    Will you not please stop and cease?
    This grudge will you not release,
    So that we can be at peace?

    Itsy-bitsy piece of wood,
    I'd rather be friends, if we could.
     
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    my splinter.

    In the middle of my heart,
    underneath tough-looking skin,
    a little slice of wood.
    I called him Splinter.
    I loved him at first,
    kept him there for company.
    He made me feel strong.
    Then, I grew tired of Splinter,
    an ache growing where he'd
    lodged himself.
    I begged him to leave.
    No luck.
    So I grabbed him and pulled
    with all my might,
    to no avail.
    Splinter was determined to stay.
    And he did.
    He's still there, tucked away,
    infecting my barely beating heart.
    An ache, a friend.
     
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    A Splinter

    Just beneath my skin, infected.

    Sleek, sharp thongs
    Stab my flesh,
    Puss oozes.

    Relief as I glide the splinter out
    Blood fills the hollow
    And trickles down my hand.
     
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    A place
    A lesson in pain

    I rub against a tree
    but it won't leave me be
    It sticks around
    runs aground
    into my flesh
    an agonizing mesh
    In this pain
    neither of us will gain
    Then I think a thoughtful thinking
    awash in discomfort
    my animosity sinking
    This tree is showing me its hurt
    it tells me the story
    every drop of blood in the dirt
    This tree is all seeing
    forever in being
    In immobility, freeing
    and I gain a mere sliver of its story​
     
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    Splinter

    Many may know of his story
    His master destroyed by an evil evil man
    Freed in the battle
    But freedom from vegeance is harder

    Transformed into a master himself
    With the discovery of four artists
    Four hard shelled friends
    Four sons from the water

    Years fly as they do
    But evil lies vanquished
    Justice is served
    Life is good for Master Splinter
     
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    Alone


    There was once a time of grandeur.
    There was once a sense of self.
    There was once a part of a whole.
    There was once a single glory.
    Yet in a single concussive instant,
    Yet in a lone explosive event,
    We have been torn asunder.
    We have been rent apart.
    We are now one and many.
    We are now all and none.
    Here I am, Once an oak.
    Here I am, Now a splinter.
    Here I am,
    Alone.
     
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    Stained Glass Morning Mind

    last night's parting shot
    is bass booms and thrashes a
    hard throbbing laugh in the back of the
    head you shattered and splintered every part
    a part from last night's party shivering
    apart in the cold air and reforming in
    the morning misshapen and miss
    ing little pieces of you pick
    them up later full of blur
    red details and mis
    sing part
    s and
    laugh
     
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    Erase

    My hand is slightly shaking
    as I burn the memories
    I throw away your image
    your existence, piece by piece.
    Yet there is one remainder
    a splinter, little thing
    too small to pull it out
    but big enough to sting.​
     
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    Schism

    Quietly bathed in subjugated sunlight,
    green dream-clouds crown the great father-oak.
    An over-size shadow conceals a timeless torso,
    in turn, a hollow fist (not hand). It splits at the wrist.

    Scurry-some fingers beetle beneath this pleasant land
    and now, excommunicated and scattered,
    all tapered into obscure outposts of secession,
    they ignite, too far fallen from the branch.
     
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    Soon

    For untold time, I toiled in sweat
    With only her in mind
    I worked and strove, in priceless debt
    To pay her deeds in kind

    At the pier on sunset's spring
    I searched for strength inside
    To give my cherished ruby ring
    For the girl to be my bride

    As I knelt with my one request
    I peered into her face
    With my fervor at last confessed
    I welcomed her warm embrace

    Night was born, moon was blue
    As we waltzed in starlight haze
    The romance felt, a love so true
    She returns a violet gaze

    The girl with eyes of amethyst
    Endowed in scarlet hair
    With her palm on my cheek, she firmly kissed
    And bedazzled me with her stare

    _______________________________


    Time had stopped, space was still
    An affinity had begun
    Yearning for love, the tender will
    For our hearts to beat as one

    The bond we shared was all that mattered
    Forgetting all our fears
    But in a blink, our bliss was shattered
    As it smoldered into tears

    Malevolence near, a repulsive scent
    A groggy drunken fellow
    Teetering tipsy with malicious intent
    Wielding an edged stiletto

    Lancing his blade towards my wife
    I take his dagger away
    Into his chest, I thrust this knife
    I shall save her, come what may!

    Red was spilled, flesh dispersed
    But the blood was not my own
    Stained on me, smeared and cursed
    For a lifetime to atone

    Behind the hollow bars I slept
    To breathe concrete as air
    In my heart, her smile I kept
    And nothing else was there

    _______________________________


    Seasons passed as I regret the mistake
    From spring to blanched winter
    The prick in my chest, a tormenting ache
    It was nothing but a splinter

    Fifty years, in walls encased
    And at last they've set me free
    But the love I devote has not been erased
    Unfaltering like a tree

    My bride, my bride, where is she now?
    Oh did she yield to time?
    Has she forsaken the eternal vow
    And shunned me for my crime?

    I look high and low to find Juliet
    Not knowing where to go
    I reminisce a mem'ry I could not forget
    The pier from long ago

    At that pier on sunset's spring
    A woman sings alone
    Admiring the glint of a ruby ring
    And the radiant sun that shone

    She waits until the stars adorn
    As she glances at the moon
    A cerulean crescent, is tonight reborn
    Saying, "I shall meet him soon."
     
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    The denouement was
    a dream; extinct now.
    The dream inspired
    disaster; I’ll explain how.

    She was the Eve
    to my Adam in Eden
    reclaimed.

    And I the apple
    to her taste, forbidden,
    unclaimed.

    Like fire we came
    to touch;
    and fire that burnt
    as much.

    We loved to smoke
    and smolder;
    and stoked the flame,
    turned bolder.

    And in that furnace
    a dream was forged;
    two hearts in ardor
    thus engorged.

    We vowed to live
    as hellfire never still;
    and fueled, the flame
    maddened with our will.

    Till all that was left
    was cinder;
    and all I could do
    was hinder.

    It was done;
    the ash said it loud.
    The fire of our pride
    Had consumed us, proud.

    Grace was now
    An impossible crest;
    And the apple, now bitten,
    A ruined test.

    So I let her go
    with the apple stuck
    in the scalded way
    of her breathing, strained.

    And I was left
    with the apple's twig-
    a splinter driven through
    my soul, seething, maimed.
     
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    sharp slivered shard

    working with wood,
    when one day,
    a sharp slivered shard slipped
    beneath my skin
    drawing blood and
    my attention
    to take it away.

    I pulled the beast
    from there beneath
    with tweezers and a pin
    I have no doubt
    that though it’s out,
    I’ll have another
    again.
     
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