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  1. Banzai

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

    Mar 31, 2007
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (104) - Parallel Universe

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Feb 1, 2010.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Four

    Let's get poetrifying!

    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 sixdays, meaning it will close on Monday 8th February 2010 Monday 15th February 2010.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 11th February 2010 Thursday 18th February 2010.

    And this week's theme is (courtesy of Liquid Nature): Parallel Universe

    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing


    PS: If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me. I don't bite (much).
  2. nwian

    nwian New Member

    Dec 18, 2009
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    Into Space

    She contemplated her words carefully,
    fingering them like
    in her mind
    before laying them out
    before any listener.

    Her reserve, however, could not halt him
    and she lured him without her voice.

    He charged, not caring if they collided.
    He flung himself into space,
    and he caught her-
    or did she catch

    And they stared into each other's eyes as if into a parallel universe
    all their differences reflecting.

    And it was much more
    than a man-woman thing.

    It was
    sameness, swan song, opposition and chaos all at

    She saw
    his best,
    his quiescent beauty
    and she trusted him,
    wanting to tread out
    and then in.

    when he gazed at her grace,
    wanted to hold it,
    own it,
    and that felt like need.

    He saw in her what he'd been so close to,
    what he'd always wished for
    and more than he'd ever known he'd been missing.

    His heart

    Seconds later,
    hers did too.

    She couldn't breath,
    the familiarity she felt,
    so freeing
    and yet eerie.

    would win?
    The assuagement or the apprehension?

    they mirrored each other for a while,
    construing, defining, naming one another.

    And then.

    Who broke the gaze?
    Were things as they had seemed?

    The mirror,
    the planet,
    the circle,
    now spun and spun
    and finally...

    there was no telling where it had begun -
    what it was that had begun -
    who they really were and why.
    Where they were and what
    was real.

    But now to them
    is real
    and they traverse
    to and from,
    not knowing they are doing so.

    It does not matter.
    They are here,
    and together
    or apart
    they are them.
  3. Lauren

    Lauren New Member

    Apr 1, 2008
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    From the Journal of A Captive

    It’s a grizzly grey day on Planet LA.
    The customary smog has given way
    to a thick stratocumulus wall, looming
    just beyond the ragged horizon.

    The tourists in shorts wonder
    why the streets are so quiet:
    Where have the natives
    all gone?

    After three-hundred and fifty-two days
    under the giant bulb,
    this air is too heavy, too thick,
    too cold, for their fragile sun-spoiled systems.

    On a day like today on Planet LA,
    even before the rain,
    the cold-sweating pavement blackens the fur
    of the natives’ dogs’ white paws.

    Billboards, emboldened on their high-contrast drop,
    rise high above crumbling streets
    littered and lined with scrubby crabgrass
    and winding this way and that.

    In the silver light of a day like today,
    all the world is easy to see
    with the shine-blind at bay, on a day like today,
    for a poor hostile detainee.
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  4. Banzai

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

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    I'm extending the contest an extra week, to close on Monday 15th February 2010, to allow more time for entries
  5. vangoghsear

    vangoghsear New Member

    Dec 17, 2007
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    Parallel Universe

    if I am me
    in another world,
    would I wonder?

    I wonder would
    I care if I
    was there?
    (here?) where?

    we should.
    shouldn't we?
  6. Billiam

    Billiam New Member

    Jan 8, 2010
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    Lament of Dreams

    The fog rolls in, the fog rolls out
    a cindered countryside. I heard hope stutter
    like eyes in the dark.

    With an eagle eye view, I needn’t the feathers to fly.
    Fervor clasps my chest, it doesn’t let me go.

    Inhibition, close my eyes and let me
    see the seed of dreams.
    Reveal these temporal illusions.

    The clouds disappear and reveal a different light.
    Water springs forth from mine eyes,
    pale with the spices of the mind-body dichotomy.

    Certainly the means, but far from the end,
    brings to me chronic dreams of golden ruin.
    With lifeless life in one hand,
    the other cradles fire to face the keeper.

    But you can't depend on your eyes
    when your imagination is out of focus,

    So I sputter awake.
  7. Headroller

    Headroller New Member

    Feb 13, 2010
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    Southern California
    The Bear and the Book

    Get back, run
    Run from your past
    The threat is now and it's sure to last

    Once again, quiet
    Quite alone
    With naught but my mind to lead me

    It comes,
    The red bear
    Lost in a frenzy, slaying all in it's path

    A book,
    Consumes me
    Distracts me from life's redundancy

    Take arms
    Be brave
    Today your bravery will be made immortal

    The sidewalk
    It is full,
    Yet I walk down it, painfully alone

    He says
    The man
    Who fears no evil, and takes all comers

    A man,
    He stands
    A white bar on his collar, an outstretched hand

    The battle
    Was fierce,
    The dead lay scattered around great bloody bear

    A book
    A path from my haunted land?

    The man,
    Stands proud
    With naught but his pain and glory

    A purpose
    Higher calling,
    No longer need the fantasy of my mind.

    Eh, not my best. Strange subject matter to tackle poetically.
  8. Marshall41

    Marshall41 New Member

    Feb 4, 2009
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    Mist blurs the air

    As I slip from this universe

    Down into pits

    That even Hell could not surmise

    Where no creature would hope endure

    And my own mind

    Is invaded, bombarded, had

    By local kind

    That ensnares these

    Senses, that solely define our


    And restrain the berserk rogue pow’r

    That is ruled by another self

    Of fantastic

    Make, unrivaled by all the damned

    Both dead and quick

    For my beast is

    Of no tangible creation

    And cannot fall

    To any tribe, town, or nation

    But only its own creat’r can

    Thwart collision

    And spring again life to the fields

    Of my vision.
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