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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 (157) - Yesterday's News

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Jul 11, 2011.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Fifty Seven

    Back on schedule. Let's see how long this lasts...

    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 be open for seven days, closing on Monday 18th July 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 21st July 2011.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of Kontrast) Yesterday's News

    The next (158th) contest's theme will be: (courtesy of J.P.Clyde) Obituary, and it will be opened on Monday 18th July 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. wmcbride1983

    wmcbride1983 New Member

    Jul 6, 2011
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    Bygone days, bring new ways

    The folks how they say
    as they remember bygone days
    continue ritualistic ways
    and remark upon the change

    Old times come and gone
    but still there are some
    who seem just like everyone
    but become revolution

    Time never stops
    except for on the clocks
    and with generations come new thoughts
    in this world that we have brought

    The time the change
    they all stay the same
    and as memories slowly fade
    we'll always remember bygone days.
  3. Liza

    Liza Active Member

    May 7, 2011
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    Because It Was Cool

    I was a girl
    Unsure of myself
    I used to try so hard
    To be like everyone else

    But forget the cliques
    They're yesterday's news
    Nobody cares
    Only the populars do

    They skipped their classes
    Broke all the rules
    Dissed other kids
    All because it was cool

    Flipping burgers
    Now that's where they are
    While I'm living it up
    In my new shiny car

    High school's long gone
    And it's such a relief
    Because the coin is flipped
    The winner is me
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  4. James Belvoir

    James Belvoir New Member

    Jul 12, 2011
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    Our Dailey Dose

    We read about it in the papers
    We see it each day at 6 o'clock
    We hear about it on the radio
    We steam it from a server
    We get it from a friend
    We eavesdrop on some chatter
    We see it for ourselves
    No matter how it comes to us
    Today it is our muse
    Tomorrow it's yesterday's news.
  5. jo spumoni

    jo spumoni Active Member

    Jun 23, 2010
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    La Jolla, CA (and Mission Viejo, CA, during the su
    Yesterday's News

    I didn't know she was called Yesterday
    At the time, she was quite deceitful
    And told me her name was "Today"
    I don't know my current mistress either
    Yesterday called her Tomorrow
    But Tomorrow whispered in my ear
    This morning when the light broke
    And poor Yesterday died in the darkness
    That she was the real "Today"
    Before her death, Yesterday smiled
    At high noon she flashed those beautiful teeth
    And said, very quietly,
    So that I had to strain my ear to listen
    News that wasn't in the papers
    Or on Channel 9 at 6 and 10 PM
    Yesterday's news was simple:
    She was leaving me
    So I'd better enjoy her while I could
    And take in every beauty
    And every wonder
    While I still had time
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  6. TheDalesMan

    TheDalesMan New Member

    Jul 13, 2011
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    Yesterday's news

    How beautiful the hills and Vale
    How warm the sun smiles on the Dale

    While laughing rooks from roof tops mock
    The droves of weekend guest that flock
    To escape their city life before
    Returning to their desks once more

    No diesel fumes upon the air
    How picturesque, so free and fair
    The villagers without a care
    Their smiles, that true intent impair

    Behind closed doors the fires are fed
    The plagues of rumour breed and spread
    Such friendly folk so wise and learned
    That is, until your back is turned

    Then wagging tongues will thrash and flail
    Pricked ears upon the breeze avail
    Themselves of torrid rumours blown
    And pass in hushed and whispered tone
    To slight and smear the pure of heart
    And tear communities apart
    With bitter lies and half truths rife
    The politics of country life

    The innocent lie bruised and bleeding
    Their pain and suffering ne’er receding.
    Though flawed opinion and biased views
    They long to be yesterday’s news

    Ramblers return from country track
    They call their wives to say they’re back
    Oblivious, though seen firsthand
    What ails this green and poisoned land
  7. wildthing

    wildthing New Member

    May 14, 2009
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    What We Were

    To say that we are doing right by the world
    Is to say that it is right to be cruel
    We go through life striving for ourselves
    Yet we pay no attention to those around us in need
    Whether war or greed or pain
    We continue to do what is best only for ourselves
    If we do not look at the past to see our faults
    We will never know what we will truly be
    For history is not just knowledge
    It’s what makes yesterday’s news
    Important for us today.
  8. seelifein69

    seelifein69 Active Member

    Jun 20, 2011
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    SW Florida
    To: Your Tomorrow

    What is in our acceptation of time?
    a tick? a number?
    For my today is lived through me, son
    and is not in the history books just yet.

    But when you grow older?
    a year? a century?
    When your life is lived through you, son
    and I am no longer here in your todays.

    Will you remember what I say?
    a story? a warning?
    Will our todays fill your head with memories, son
    and remind you of my days long past?

    Will things I tell you matter in your today?
    of hurt? of love?
    Will the news of my today fade away, son
    something forgotten of your yesterday?
  9. J.P.Clyde

    J.P.Clyde Prince of Melancholy Contributor

    Jun 19, 2011
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    The Most Incredible Thing

    A long time ago
    there was a city
    protected by wings seraphs
    that resided in the sea

    This city gleamed and
    glistened within morning glory

    And three boys
    this day decided to
    set out on a
    journey to find the
    most incredible thing in
    the world

    Today was a fine
    mostly all brawn with
    big shoulders

    Tomorrow was a wiry
    all brain with four

    Yesterday was squirrel like
    but had the qualities
    of both tomorrow and

    They walked along cobblestone
    streets and brick homes
    with honeycomb windows
    but couldn't find the most incredible
    thing in the world

    Then one day there
    it sat in the shelves
    of an antique shop

    This must have been
    the most incredible thing
    in the world
    For it was time itself

    A clock dazzling with
    roman numerals
    Decorated with pictures
    of the sun and moon
    And as the time passed
    the moon and the suns
    each reflected what it looked
    like at that time

    It was Today who realized
    something was not right
    and then one day Today passed

    Vanished as if he were
    a ghostly spectral

    And all that was left
    was Tomorrow with yesterday's
  10. hope123

    hope123 New Member

    Mar 26, 2011
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    His Yesterday’s News

    He holds my hand and tells me something
    I start to cry, harder than the thundering rain outside
    No eating, no sleeping, just more rain
    I lose track of everything, including the time

    You are my mother, my one and only
    You hurt when I hurt, that’s our bond
    Tonight you tell me his yesterday’s news
    He loved you and broke you, yesterday
    Today, I still love you and I will fix like I always do

    I know she is right, he is yesterday’s news
    A month actually, is how long I have cried for him
    My broken heart bleeds because of him
    One piece yesterday, shuttered today

    Yesterday’s news, reports, press is the past, my child
    Life is too short
    Just like that sentence
    A bright future awaits you, just look outside.
  11. Kontrast

    Kontrast New Member

    Jun 7, 2011
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    The news...and then what?

    "It's not good news...her condition has gotten worse and she will need surgery"

    mouth tightens...
    a thin line
    like the wallet
    I'm sitting on

    eyes glisten
    but we'll act strong
    as we sway
    to the island song

    When it comes
    it'll crash
    When it's done
    it'll lapse
    No matter what
    you can't be saved
    So just hold on...
    and ride the wave

    No words now,
    only movements
    as I'm swimming through this...
    pile of bills

    make it hard to breathe
    reddened eyes
    are blinding me
    and still, I'll sing

    The wind is harsh
    it has no empathy
    try to breathe
    as you feel it's sting
    No matter what
    there's no escape
    So Just hold on
    as it hits your face

    Today has no answers
    and yesterday had no hope
    I've searched for tomorrow
    but its evaded my touch
  12. AnUnknownAuthor

    AnUnknownAuthor New Member

    Jul 17, 2011
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    Southern England
    21st Century Journalism

    Never again shall it truly be taken as gospel
    Even when first-hand knowledge seems irrefutable
    Whilst in all honestly you can find more moral fibre visiting a brothel
    Sources that when placed under scrutiny found to be most unsuitable

    Our voice once synonymous with truth, the voice of the public is now and forever tarnished
    For now their rights have been revoked, ours once again endeavouring to be heard burnished

    Docile leaders who care more for their genitalia than their electorate
    Apostles visionary they may be still constrained by surreptitious peers
    Your own views shaped by the sullied minds of our self-appointed protectorate
    Shown unspeakable horrors and tragedies alongside natural beauties hiding their tears

    Grand fonts depicting the events of the past whilst making assumptions of the future
    One weeks worth of Sunday papers destroying half a million trees just to spread their truth
    Never have we seen such procrastination we need to eradicate the cancer and stitch with a suture
    Everlasting truth is what is printed albeit from a source that is increasingly treacherous and uncouth

    Bye for now and apologies for the lack of comic strips
    Yesterdays news is equal to Todays Fish and Chips
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