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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 (146) - Difficult Decisions

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Mar 28, 2011.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Forty Six

    That time again!

    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
    • Poems must be at least seven lines in length.
    • 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 be open for seven days, closing on Monday 4th April 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 7th April 2011.

    And this week's theme is: Difficult Decisions

    It can be an ode to absolutely anything or anyone you like. Go wild!

    The next (147th) contest's theme will be: Haikus, and it will be opened on Monday 4th April 2011.

    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. KingDerekx

    KingDerekx New Member

    Mar 10, 2011
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    Revere, MA

    To live a life
    To face it's strife

    Checkerboard patterns
    The pawn's next move
    His path is laid out
    Helps carve the groove

    Entwined and twisted
    We get lifted
    The pieces are shifted
    Time is rifted

    To live or to die
    To fall or to fly
    Time to choose
    Or time to lose

    The hanged piece ponders
    The hanged piece wonders
  3. Bay K.

    Bay K. New Member

    Mar 6, 2011
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    It's Not You ...

    Demon that I am,
    My ways, hellish.
    Sulfur of Tartarus should fill my breath.
    Yet, allowed free roam above.
    All I touch,

    It is not ascribed --
    I chose to be thus.
    Opportunities, squandered
    A basket of water.

    You saw me, reached out.
    I swore you were blind,
    To ever smile at one my kind.

    You gave, you listened, you felt.
    Alas! She knew not this fiend.

    Possessed of Succubus,
    I eyed my prize
    Drawing from you without compromise.

    I ripped and gorged,
    You moaned with pleasure.
    So unaware, the ebbing of your essence.
    Doubly Isaac –
    You lay still, after the lamb was shown.
    True sacrifice!

    Your soul, half way down,
    I choked it up.
    A god toying with his doll.

    Unfamiliar, the tinge within,
    Which made me --for the first time--
    'See you'.

    You wept and cursed,
    And begged me to stay.
    But I would not look your way.

    Forever now, shielding my eyes
    From your pursuing dazzle.
    Its simple magnificence rendering me
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  4. Lea Belheim

    Lea Belheim New Member

    Apr 1, 2011
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    "Sometimes it's Gray"

    Yes or No
    Black or White
    Hot or Cold
    Up or Down
    Morning or Dawn
    High heels or flats

    But if it's

    a maybe
    red or pink
    50 degrees
    running up and down
    all afternoon

    then it's hard
    because it isn't always
    black or white
    it's gray sometimes.
  5. Solar

    Solar Contributor Contributor

    Jan 27, 2011
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    A Difficult Decision

    Knowing thyself, it's quite a difficult decision.
    At his trial, Socrates announced to the good men of Athens
    'I am the Gadfly sent by the Gods to sting the horse into action,'
    despite knowing hemlock would be his last meal on earth.
    Of course, he'd probably argue:
    'I know nothing - so how can I possibly
    know if the fatal poison is to be my last meal on earth?
    For all I know, I could come back as a real gadfly
    feasting on livestock, arousing the racer stallions and fillies
    declaring: Think of the chase as a great city state. Slow to act
    because of it's ignorance - I am the Socrates sent by the Gods to
    illustrate that which goes unexamined.'
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