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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 (113) - Innocence in War

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Apr 26, 2010.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Thirteen

    Back to the usual cycle! :D

    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 Monday 3rd May 2010.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 6th May 2010.

    And this week's theme is (courtesy of JavaMan): Innocence in War

    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. Rajikai

    Rajikai Member

    Apr 26, 2010
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    My True Friend

    I remember the days at the field
    The golden sun glimmering in the horizon
    Shadows of us gliding below us
    Yet we had to yield to time

    You were taken back to your origin
    As I was taken back to mines
    We gave our farewells
    Yet we knew we would meet once again

    But vacation is only that
    I returned only to become one of their guinea pigs
    Monitored, trained and brainwashed
    Becoming a pawn in their little game
    I would gain nothing
    But they will gain everything

    I was sent away
    With no memory in my mind
    All I desired was to get back home
    Far away, from where I am
    But the creatures of the dark came forward
    Annihilating everything that I had come to love

    The crimson rain flung like needles
    As the rivers ran down my eyes
    We were trapped
    And lied on the floor motionless

    I could hear the earth shiver below me
    And my hands wielding the source of destruction
    My eyes begin to motion
    Awaiting for their arrival
    The shadow approached
    Closer and closer it came

    And with a thrust of my body
    I unleashed the beast within my hand
    Rolling smoothly across the corpses of my fellow men
    But as my eyes shifted forward
    My jaw opened wide
    Unwilling to accept the inevitable

    Both I and the creature of the shadow falls
    But I fall in a different way
    I screech like a banshee in despair
    And my eyes become overwhelmed
    Salvia begins to drip from my lips
    And my arms begins to lung forward
    My head begins to spin
    And all I remember are the days of the old
  3. Marshall41

    Marshall41 New Member

    Feb 4, 2009
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    T.I.A. (This is Africa)

    Dey call me Baby Killer man
    And we must shed deir Blud
    For foreigners is killin us
    And pissin in our fuod

    Dey think we are just children ya
    And not dat smart to kill
    But we hav guns and medicine
    Dat make us strong from ill

    Our fam’lies are da bad ones here
    Dey kiss da boss man shoe
    But we kill all dem traitors dead
    Or beat dem black and blue

    Dey call me Baby Killer man
    And blud is runnin deep
    Up in my Nike shoes I got
    To hide my child feet
  4. Liquid Nature

    Liquid Nature New Member

    Oct 5, 2009
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    Over there
    Cells of Hanoi

    Dawn creeps
    upon us once more,
    and the night is warm
    but I continue to shiver.

    Bone against bone,
    bitter, biting for home
    and the spawning of flower(flour),
    now exchanged for gunpowder.

    Cracks of metal
    and terrain,
    gnaw on the flesh
    with torched teeth.

    Calls of death
    to each soothsayer
    and politician,
    who fund my torture.

    Now rats piled with mortar,
    the tunnels emptied
    by pitchforks and straw-hats;
    hope stabbed with all three prongs.
  5. FranSum

    FranSum New Member

    Apr 23, 2010
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    Dear You...

    Dear you...
    The time is approaching dear you,
    And dreams of our separation rise in
    My mind and stay with me the whole day long,
    Of you running away from me through the crowds
    Of women or terrorists, depending
    On what my subconscious allows. Your hair
    Freshly cut, your eyes heavy with meaning,
    Avoiding mine, to avoid raw feelings.
    Dear you...
    We shun the thought happily for weeks and weeks
    But grudgingly comes the day where you have to leave.
    We pack up the car, your belongings and us
    Drive you onto camp and watch you unload. The boys
    Handsome dressed in uniform, glumly lugging kit,
    Low sound, only the footsteps along the path.
    My lips hold back the agony I feel within,
    Of our separation, of your life that lies
    In the hands of you and the Taliban that
    Wish to fight. I try not to think.
    Dear you...
    Kissing goodbye to our children in the backseat,
    Happily bickering with one another
    Deciding who would gain daddy’s seat in his absence.
    You tell them through a cheerless smile, ‘Be good
    For Mummy and I’ll phone you soon to let you know
    What the spiders are like that creep through the desert sun’
    ‘We’ll miss you Daddy’ they chirp together.
    Dear you...
    It’s my turn.
    Out of the car, I throw my arms around your neck,
    My face shoved into your deep, dark chest. The musty
    Smell of your uniform, starch, hard, but to me
    Like feathers. Your arms hold me tight, chest threatening
    To erupt. But then try to kiss me and I hide
    My face. All wet. The sadness has finally escaped.
    Dear you...
    Lifting up my face, you kiss my wet lips, then
    Turn and walk away; neither of us looks back.
    My body is taken over by massive heaves,
    Driving back home, struggling to see through eyes
    Water logged. The kids’ hair wild, forever smiles,
    Happily singing their nursery rhymes.
    The recurring thought that kept stealing my notice was
    I hope dear you, you come back...
  6. Drdoggerel

    Drdoggerel New Member

    Aug 4, 2009
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    We, The Misled

    We were all innocents and victims, he saw the flaws within our system
    Said he'd provide us with protection, from predation and oppression.
    With propaganda we were baited, in us he cultivated hatred,
    A resurgence of resentments against our neighbours inculcated

    With inebriating oratory, intoxicating foreign policy,
    Said he'd deliver us from poverty, how we would seize back stolen property,
    Take the fight to the aggressors, strike them when they least expect us!
    His dissenters swiftly silenced, the necessity for violence
    Swept through us like contagion, we could not halt him or contain him.
    Now we feared him (or revered him?), gathered in rallies and we cheered him.
    Like slaves we churned out ammunition, stepped up the effort for our mission
    Until the day arrived for battle...............................................................
    Then, to the slaughterhouse like cattle,
    We sent our children, where,
    They lie unknown, deceived and cheated

    Now our kind conquerors have displayed to us the error of our ways,
    How we had all been led astray, but it's the tyrant who will pay.
    So now, to take away our sins, the dictator has to swing
    When he's up against the wall, we'll draw a line under it all,
    By letting blood we can be cured and have our innocence restored
  7. Gallowglass

    Gallowglass Contributor Contributor

    May 2, 2009
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    Loch na Seilg, Alba
    There Must be a Way

    Here’s to sailing round
    The ancient bays,
    Through the storms,
    And through the rains,
    On the hills of gold,
    And the oceans ablaze.

    Here’s to singing out
    From every cove;
    Let the music soothe the strokes,
    Of the oars that our warriors row,
    Bar an tallamh, horribh o.

    Here there’s the briefest glimpse of land;
    Rivers run right through your hands,
    Where the clearest cold waters,
    Clean your face, make you stand.

    There must be a way,
    When the war is through,
    To find,
    The place,
    Which streams once ran through.

    There’s a ship,
    Out on the moon,
    On the waves,
    Where it’s thrown,
    On the golden coasts of islands,
    Our dreams, renewed.

    There’s a sheiling
    On the singing sands,
    There’s a wall,
    Upon the strand,
    Where the young girls of old worlds
    Wait with flowers in hand.

    There must be a way,
    When the sword is laid down,
    To find,
    The place,
    Back on old stamping grounds.

    Here’s to getting back
    Down to the ancient ways.
    Down our streets,
    And down our lanes.
    By the crofter’s walls
    It remains, unchanged.

    There must be a way,
    When the battle’s won,
    To find,
    The place,
    Where good friends are home.

    There must be a way,
    When the fighting’s done,
    To find,
    The place,
    Where the fallen have gone.

    There must be a way,
    On the drover’s road,
    To find
    The words:
    Bar an tallamh, horribh o.

    There must be a way,
    Somewhere, someone,
    And then,
    We’ll right,
    Our wrongs.
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