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  1. Banzai

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

    Mar 31, 2007
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    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (106) - Doubting

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Feb 22, 2010.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Six

    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 1st March 2010.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 4th March 2010.

    And this week's theme is (courtesy of Palmer): Douting

    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. TheHedgehog

    TheHedgehog Contributor Contributor

    May 6, 2009
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    between here and there
    The Black Sheep Returns From Ostracism

    The wine dried like blood, and
    I was cleansed by acid-words.
    I’m caustic, now,
    No cause for alarm!

    And the apathy and doubt swelled,
    Riffs riding on holy hymns;
    The callous chords I heard, they
    Drowned every erroneous sound…
    Amid all the skeletons and fallacies I found.

    The Shepherd’s dog should find tomorrow…
    Carcasses in his field,
    For I will sleep tonight, but
    Which sheep shall trust the wolves?
  3. tarnished

    tarnished Contributor Contributor

    May 16, 2008
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    save me.

    I wonder why I was never saved,
    why he chose to overlook

    when the coldest of times came
    I felt completely alone.

    I know hes a busy man and cant help everyone
    but it’d be nice to be reassured someones there.

    so I lay here on this dew sprinkled hill
    wondering if he’ll ever come down and I see

    endless amounts of tiny holes puncturing the black
    I stare into them, but it seems nothing stares back.
  4. TyperShark

    TyperShark New Member

    Jan 10, 2010
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    Before I Go

    The images of my life have come before me,
    And when I find myself thinking of such things,
    I have come to realize
    It has always given me a queasy feeling,
    The way a bad apple rots a rumbling stomach,
    or the way a bald spot appears on the crown of an aging man

    This is not how I should go,
    Doubting my life as if I am poor without a plan,
    Because, I am not,
    I am beneath the blue skies and above the Great Green Earth,
    My life was given to me
    To sculpt into what I want,
    Why should I let them take it from me so simply?

    I will not be remembered,
    As someone who nods away such beauty,
    Such passion that is only known as
    Once in a lifetime
    Though life is never without a little rain sometimes,
    I will never remain stuck on the thought of doubting myself,
    Life has begun
  5. Lydia

    Lydia Contributor Contributor

    Jun 9, 2009
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    Somewhere out there.
    Be Mine

    Bury my head
    In my pillow
    Help me to drown
    All my fears
    Lead gently the doubt
    To the gallows

    And tell me the answer is near.

    When hope’s heart
    Has stopped thumping
    Whisper me
    All will be fine
    Stab down the fear
    Wildly jumping

    Let clarity enter my mind.

    Softly wipe off my cold tears
    That causes my heart to freeze
    Scatter out the ashes of wrong
    To fly along with the breeze
    Smother the outcry of sorrow
    And keep me safe all night
    Maybe then I will know
    That everything’s allright.
  6. danadear

    danadear New Member

    Feb 27, 2010
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    puerto rico

    What is it
    but the temporary loss of confidence
    the moment
    when fear replaces fame
    when loath replaces love
    and the results are all the same
    the never ending truth
    that you once thought to be bold
    is now leaving you
    lying in the cold
    a plain and simple reflection
    of the dull side of your face
    looking into a darkened cavern
    that your soul has now replaced
    Do not tell me i have fallen
    I merely began without
    the will
    the purpose
    the drive
    the strength
    to leave behind the doubt
  7. sprirj

    sprirj Senior Member

    Feb 2, 2009
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    A pack of wild cats

    o' is such
    a play on words
    and its meaning
    yet easy
    so at night
    a line
    on a fence
    a pack
    of wild cats
    are screaming
    until morning
    now i'm boring
    so i shall stop
  8. Gallowglass

    Gallowglass Contributor Contributor

    May 2, 2009
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    Loch na Seilg, Alba
    The ancient dry-stane palaces of granite, and carved pillars, quartz and raw,
    Among the scorched ashes of hamlets, and Highland villas along the shore.
    Beneath the fading, unfurling banners of green light in Cailleach’s eye,
    The swirling snows of Highland skies glide down, to tap-dance on the wall.

    A ship is waiting at the head of the bay, its crew is waiting by the hearth,
    Of the house over Domhnall Ban’s way, to take you down to Perth,
    To the old streets, the cobbled aisles of Edinburgh in Scotland’s heart,
    Where the feasts in that tacksman’s pile, are on the other side of the earth.

    I asked you, sweet Hebridean princess, to bring back ancient stories,
    Of the lands to the west of the Gael, its epic poems of laments and glories,
    Why would you not send back a tale: fables, fighting, feasts, or flyting?
    And why to the islands won’t you sail, and what about the bailie?

    Do you miss the talking stones, do you remember what to say,
    To your friends and family, when they came to stay?
    The ancient rune of hospitality from the Gael’s noble past?
    Your old friends think why you do not follow your heart. Are you sure you know the way?

    Each day of happiness to you; no day of sorrow be,
    Hebridean princess, as you build a clan across the sea.
    And although their house will be strong, their heart is Highland,
    And God cannot make two mountains, without a valley in between.
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  9. Marshall41

    Marshall41 New Member

    Feb 4, 2009
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    Us: A Natural Disaster

    The seven O’clock news flashes scenes of homeless trash
    dying on frost covered streets and then fades to a blond anchor giving tip
    -s on last minute Christmas shopping. A new key
    has unlocked endless potential for cloning. The time
    to live forever is now. An old man, beaten to death with his own cane,
    shows up today on the shores of tomorrow, thrown into the water

    -s of yesterday. Our water is poured into pools, ponds, and lawns. Haiti has no water.
    They have ten tons of waste, bodies, and trash
    piled every two blocks. Such is the fate of the old sugarcane
    plantation. From the French aristocrats to the Black bureaucrats, all tip
    the slave-lives into the Caribbean time after time after time
    until the only way to live is to die, the key

    found six days after epiphany. Now we sit here with real life saving key
    -s lost in the air and at sea. The expanses of water
    cut off life and time
    until the help spoils into trash
    and the supplies, so needed, are tip
    -ped into warehouses or dumped to the fishes. All for sugarcane.

    Christmas is coming strong, candy cane
    stores are opening back up after a two week sabbatical. Key
    ingredient being, of course, sugar. Obama tip
    -ped his hat to the Queen of England, more water
    under the bridge. More trash
    is being found in landfills, close to busting people say. About time.

    9/11 is in history books, how time
    flies. Even Senator McCain
    is politically dead just two years by. Star magazine is still finding trash
    on the Olsen twins. Their key
    success is still unknown. Nixon is finally forgiven for water
    -gate, everyone who cared’s dead. What a tip

    -sy-turvey change of events. Attention all adults, tip
    -toeing, over long periods of time,
    can cause foot deformities in children. Drinking water
    can also lead to premature baldness. But sucking on sugarcane
    can raise IQ while also promoting obesity, a key
    factor if wishing to enter the BIGGEST LOSER, what trash

    television. So, yesterdays trash will be tomorrow’s tip
    and key to happiness over time,
    where Haiti is left with only sugarcane memories. Where is the water?
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