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    Weekly Poetry Contest (94) - Sink or Swim

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Ninety Four






    Number 94!


    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 six days, meaning it will close on Friday 4th September 2009.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Monday 7th September2009.


    And this week's theme is (courtesty of Hindumaliman): Sink or swim

    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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    Killing Seamonsters

    They say if you take short breaths
    and keep breathing short breaths
    you'll hold out longer
    when you go under.

    Steel is rapt – wrapped
    bent but – bendingfurther.
    Mother.

    Washing in.
    Washing in.
    Washoutoverme!

    Slick with oil.
    knuckles like pistons in oil.

    God. Thetaste.

    When I joined up back in the summer
    (bright sun in my eyes)
    of forty two I left a small town,
    a mother,
    (worn a soft perfume)
    two toddlers, and for something better.
    (rusting in the hay field)
    (bright sun in my eyes)
    (worn a soft perfume)

    (slap) Haha!
    Laugh.
    (Slap)
    Haaa!
    Cry.

    keepbreathing.keepbreathing.
    Mute - deepbubbles.

    When I was a kid
    (Scratched knees.)
    I got into fights.
    (Shivering fits. Bloody.)
    I don't know why I ever did that.

    Pressure of the door is equal.
    (likesosimplelikesosimpleliketheytellyouliketheytellyoujusthadtowaitjusthadtowait)
    Float outside like a bright god beaming huge and terrible and made of fire.
    A pulse.
    A breath.
    Lay on my back
    in this black gleaming field.
     
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    Finality

    Sinking.
    A feeling most foul.
    Falling through froth,
    Fading.

    Why swim?
    Fight to finish,
    Force through factories,
    For filth?

    F*** fighting.
    I want to fall,
    Far and fast.
    Finally.
     
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    Surrender or Vanish

    Ace every single test
    to make your parents proud.
    Play only classical music
    not that other junk out loud.

    Run the longest marathon
    and go the extra mile.
    When winning the big race
    don't forget to smile.

    Be careful what you eat
    got to keep that figure thin,
    Make sure there is less fat
    than of bone and skin.

    Don't stay up too late
    for the big game in the morning,
    Doesn't matter what you want
    or what you could be learning.

    Straighten out that suit
    put on a fake smile,
    As you rule the next meeting
    in nothing but style.

    Play to their tune
    without missing a beat.
    Dance a stiff waltz,
    but don't fall on your feet.

    Better learn how to swim
    before you're thrown in the water,
    Once you're out of the picture
    they'll find someone better.
     
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    Before We Meet

    i can
    see
    the sink
    and your wife
    washing the dishes
    of that pasta
    she made for you
    and the kids.
    she's so
    lucky
    i'm so
    timid
    i should
    have told you.

    Dozed Off.
    I'm awake now,
    Train's almost there.
    You're outside.
    Waiting for me,
    I don't know what
    To Think
    Maybe that:

    its
    cold
    in this water
    you put me in
    there
    see
    i said it so you
    should swim out here,
    so I can be
    five inches
    from your eyes,
    four inches
    from your nose,
    and one inch
    from your lips.

    So Here together,
    Amongst the reeds
    Of advertisements,
    And the smell
    Of the traveler schools
    We Dive.
     
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    Lost

    He who treads lightly
    in the water of life
    is a fool among fools and will find he has
    drowned.
    But he who toils blindly
    in joy and in strife
    to seek land will find life for in life land is
    found.
     
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    The ghost ship

    They say there are fish in the sea
    And that some are looking for he
    Where are the faces he once knew?
    Are memories real, or just through

    The sea, a woman in the past
    whose winds can break the masts
    and drive the aimless ship aground
    Tattered sails make the woeful sound

    But as she does, the sea recedes
    and the ship lies-to in the lee
    of a wall of time and distance
    What has come of long persistence?
    Other than the sight of strange waters
    in remote lands that seem to shimmer
    like an illusion, like a dream
    But all things are not as they seem

    Livid waves climb as high as hills,
    and the yearning ship soars and reels
    Salty water on the wounds that won’t heal,
    splintering wood, the ship lost will

    But what of her captain, he sees
    land afar. He clings to debris
    His mind turned to his shipwreck
    Could he swim? He didn’t know yet
     
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