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Weekly Poetry Contest (98) Voting

Poll closed Oct 6, 2009.
  1. Sailing With Grandad ~ sirhoot

    4 vote(s)
    30.8%
  2. Daydreaming ~ sophie.

    1 vote(s)
    7.7%
  3. Pixie Dust ~ TheHedgehog

    3 vote(s)
    23.1%
  4. Sky Captain's Prayer ~ Rdthmn

    1 vote(s)
    7.7%
  5. HMS Kite ~ Drdoggerel

    4 vote(s)
    30.8%
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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Ninety Eight
    Voting



    The contest is closed, and voting shall now commence! Apologies for the delay in starting the voting this week, I've been a little busy.

    This week's theme is (courtesy of Poecilia Wingei):
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    Voting will end on Tuesday 6th September 2009.

    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.

    There is no prize to be won here, you can not claim you are an award winning poet, so as you can see, cheating really is pointless here!

    Best of luck to all entrants, and happy voting.


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    Sailing With Granddad
    By sirhoot


    "Now fold it there, make sure it's straight.

    Then that bit, too. You're doing great"

    "Did you sail, Granddad, in the war?"

    "I sailed the seven seas, and more!"


    "The oceans wide, the oceans blue.

    Then tuck that in - we don't need glue."

    "Is that it finished?"

    "Yep, well done. Now let's go sail. Come on my son."


    It's many years though I recall

    With warmth the time the ships were tall.

    We sailed the seas, the Spanish Main

    I'll sail with Granddad once again.
     
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    Daydreaming
    By sophie.


    A sky-boat with coloured sails
    dips and weaves through still air.
    I want to join it, to brush the flags
    with my finger-tips and sigh
    my sadness away. Flying high.

    From my vantage point, it has no
    anchor. Like me. Pulled and
    pummelled every which way
    by the whim of the winds,
    it’s the currents’ toy curiosity.

    Perhaps it will land and
    take passengers, crew. I could hand
    around drinks to the clouds
    like a real air stewardess.

    I’m sick of being down-to-earth.
    I’d sell my soul to be away in the skies
    for real, this time.
    No more dreams. I must fly.
     
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    Pixie Dust
    TheHedgehog


    Connected dots, out of order,
    tracing paths with blurry eyes
    and dry quills.
    Imagination perishing in rust:
    it’s all so trivial to the citizens
    who have a scathing need for Pixie Dust.

    A sprinkle or two on their heads,
    and a replacement of spectacles,
    or an exchange of quills
    so they find their way to open windowsills,
    soar off the ground and into a sleepy
    overlooked world, a ship off the ocean,
    something so much more.
     
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    Sky Captain's Prayer
    By Rdthmn


    Sunlight blankets our skin,
    Wind fills our sails.
    The heavens above
    Clouds settled below.

    We traverse the eternal blue
    Through treacherous skies.
    Against our mortal enemy,
    That which threatens all.

    My men work restlessly
    Polishing armour and sharpening blades.
    And my ship still floats
    Such is the respect I command.

    Onwards we go
    To the Ends of the Earth.
    For our pride and our glory
    And the honour of our fellow man.
     
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    HMS Kite
    By Drdoggerel


    You buck and billow, gaudy galleon, cruising through the cirrus surf.

    Spooling out into the heavens; feet placed firmly on the earth,

    in place of first mate, crew and captain at your helm, a puppeteer.

    In sole control, he navigates this brightly-coloured buccaneer.

    Your guy-ropes creak, your topsail crackles, guided by terrestrial hand

    manoeuvred through a strange flotilla, celestial majesty unmanned.

    Ribboned rhomboids, streamered serpents loop and arc around your mizzen.

    To port a sea of upturned faces, to starboard blue with no horizon.


    But, winds of mutiny take purchase, your admiral is set adrift

    and floating loose without a purpose your freedom is a deadly gift.

    Your anchor lines become entangled, receding at a rate of knots

    until a branch at awkward angle splits through your bow like cannon-shot.

    You limply hang in plastic tatters, an allegory for life unchecked,

    for with no firm hand at the rudder we could all as soon be wrecked.
     
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