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    Weekly Poetry Contest (97) - Guilt

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Ninety Seven






    Number 97!


    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 last six days, meaning it will close on Friday 25th September 2009.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Monday 28th September 2009.


    And this week's theme is (courtesy of K~la): Guilt

    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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    Dark hallways
    Never ending
    Always turning
    Always Bending
    Feet running
    Breath gasping
    Darkness creeping
    Guilt grasping
    Mortals mourning
    Evidence burning
    Escape granting
    Detective Learning
    Jail avoiding
    Country leaving
    Life resuming
    Stop thieving
    Married Guilt.
     
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    Engagement Party

    All I wanted
    was to smash the cake,
    leave in a pit of fury
    everything in my wake.

    but humbly i sat
    despising the thought,
    how could I ruin
    everything they wrought?
     
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    My Hemmed In Rose Courtyard

    The fabric in my hands stained by tears,
    Deathly flowers lapsing from summers heat,
    Like my mind turned to fire.
    Icy fingers bunched in knots,
    Hung by rope from the ceiling fan we ordered.
    Undo the knots, pull away on the handkerchief left,
    Tomorrow I try alone to end my woes.
    Gather that strength, sing in pride,
    Die in the tides.
    Turning my soul, over and over again.
    Washing in and out the creases of my mistakes!
    Again I have to crawl to the edge, hemmed in by,
    Where did we go wrong?
    Did I not give her the money?
    Didnt I say I loved her?
    Rose quartz the courtyard where we made our first embrace.
    I gather together and implode.
    Crimson ending my guilt, rose turned to blood.
    How quickly does the color of life darken the love of your wife?
    I want it to end.
     
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    Lost last Autumn

    Blackberries are out early this year.
    I think of you, of us back then
    walking up the hill home in fading light.
    Grubbing in the bushes grabbing for berries
    just out of reach. We laughed
    and compared our scratches.
    A bitter-sweet taste still lingers.

    Today I'm alone as I pick. Stuff
    soft clusters in my pockets,
    before turning home without a shadow.
    When I reach to fish them out again
    my fingers are inked with their stain.
    Crushed handfuls, useless, reproach.
    I should have taken more care.
    And so should you.
     
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    Pardoned

    He really didn't mean it
    He didn't mean to chew
    He only meant to clean it,
    Make it sparkle shiny new!

    But it was oh so tempting
    While licking clean that shoe
    He really couldn't help it Dad,
    He didn't mean to chew!

    It felt so soft and squishy
    Between his needle teeth,
    That lovely chewy leather
    With a hard sole underneath

    I'm sure he's very sorry
    You can see it in his face -
    It looks so sad and sorrowful,
    He knows he's in disgrace

    So please don't be too harsh with him,
    He won't do that again
    I'll keep him out of trouble now,
    You know how good he's been!

    And Dad, I have to ask you,
    He really wants me to -
    Since that one there is ruined
    Could he have the other shoe?
     
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    Location:
    At the combination pizza hut and taco bell
    None:

    A gentle squeeze,
    a finger's spastic twitch
    and then a popping shout:
    I guess I'm a real man now.

    I don't know what I thought
    I would feel, but
    it wasn't this.

    Maybe guilt would worm
    its icy tendrils through my veins
    and chill my life like that body cools
    now on Baghdad's streets.

    But, there's nothing.

    Just the itch in my finger
    and the stain in my mind to
    remind me of that fatal moment.
     
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    Silent Confession

    Just like the "Tell-Tale Heart"
    my pulse is beating
    louder than any drum.
    Thought it would be easier,
    the blueprints in my head
    had not prepared me for this.
    Perfectly planned, precise
    I followed each instruction
    down to the very last
    pea-sized nail in his coffin.

    Yet I cannot seem to wash
    the blood from my hands.
    Am I capable of keeping up
    this peaceful charade?
    No doubt they will see me
    losing control
    shaking
    shifting eyes.

    The weight of the devil
    is too much for me.
    One last look at disgrace
    in my bathroom mirror
    before pulling the trigger,
    taking with me forever
    my dirty little secret.
     
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    Summer

    A haze-baked home melts into tickling grasses;
    scattering wild-flowers pulse in the sunny breeze.

    Some bold admiral flits and pivots, fluttering
    into stream-scarred skies, fruit-filled hedges,
    beneath great boughs, then gone. But never the gaze.

    With torn paces, green sea is beheld afresh,
    bejewelled by spluttering, blood-red tractor,
    swelling contour, naked stalk and ducking buds.

    Astride a styal, both left and right, the dapples buzz and play.
    Behind me, the humming lapses to silence.
     
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