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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 (158) - Obituary

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Jul 19, 2011.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Fifty Eight

    It's one day late, but you can blame Harry Potter for that...

    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 six days, closing on Monday 25th July 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 28th July 2011.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of J.P.Clyde) Obituary

    The next (159th) contest's theme will be: (courtesy of Kontrast) Man's Best Friend, and it will be opened on Monday 25th 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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    As I stare into the mirror
    can I sweep away all that I see?
    can I set it free?
    Or has it become all of me?
    Plastic tears from those we know flow
    ours the only real;
    would die to lose the sense of feel; to seal
    All I want is to dream, girl
    All I wanted was to dream.
    Scorn, unshorn, a world that doesn't care
    no matter what, it wasn't enough, I couldn't rescue us from here
    All I wanted was to dream, girl
    Lose myself seek solace in a dream.
    My darling, my love, can we be just simply true?
    Confide in me as I trust in you
    Counting teardrops to my salvation
    now I long; never may I find you
    but at least I had a glimpse of you
    to hold and to cherish
    to brood and to relish
    at least I glimpsed you
    through a dream, girl.
    And all I've ever had are my dreams, love.
    and all I'll ever be is in my dreams.
  3. jo spumoni

    jo spumoni Active Member

    Jun 23, 2010
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    La Jolla, CA (and Mission Viejo, CA, during the su

    Devoted mother,
    Loving wife,
    And ice-tea drinker,
    Pianist with too-long nails
    Long-walk taker,
    Good embracer,
    You died
    But never left
  4. Mr.Tekin

    Mr.Tekin Active Member

    Jul 6, 2011
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    I am actually a song writer but I tried for the contest.


    Why people live until they die
    Why we live the truths the lies
    I won't ask no more
    I know nothing will show reality
    So I'll cry with this song

    But it was so early to die
    No mean to hope this to be a lie
    I just think one thing
    There would be our daughter
    I still have change I'll be her father
    But you'd be her mother

    it was so early baby, tell me
    Where are you now?
  5. seelifein69

    seelifein69 Active Member

    Jun 20, 2011
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    SW Florida

    Looking through an ancient chest,
    I found a newspaper that said your name.
    It said you saved a persons life, 1956.
    "He jumped in the canal with perfect aim,
    and pulled the wrecked driver to safety."

    You owned the family lawn care company.
    You were a Masonic man with pride.
    Three kids and a wife that I never remember,
    Army tough with a country thick tan hide.
    But you always held me in your heart.

    I can only recall a few memories
    of you and my life when I was young.
    But I do recall a sweet strawberry candy,
    with a soft center that melted on my tongue,
    That you would give me as we drove along.

    When you died, I didn't want to see the obituary.
    But I found the newspaper that said your name.
    Cancer had brought you, my hero, down, 2001.
    Still, a sensitive spot in my mind, burns a flame
    Where I wished I could have known you more.

    Tears only come when I think of you.
    And the old house way out in the Estates,
    the nursery in the back yard.
    But I know you've found the pearly gates,
    And I want you to live on through me.
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  6. Fullmetal Xeno

    Fullmetal Xeno Protector of Literature Contributor

    Jul 15, 2011
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    Kingdom of Austniad
    Eye of the Raven

    As i foresee the gleaming light,
    no evil shall escape my sight,
    with just a couple of fights,
    i shall prove my forsaken might.
    With all the pressure i hold on tight,
    to survive the swiftly night,
    as i run away and make my flight,
    turning left and turning right,
    making my way at just a slight glance,
    i maneuver my self to take a chance,
    even when im not technologically advanced,
    i must battle the equally enhanced.

    (Sorry if it doesn't make sense, it's baring a reference to my grandpa fighting a disease that he barely survived awhile ago and who died 3 years ago.)
    With just one look, im inside a nook.
    and a spot of glare, without a single flare.
    in the deep and darkest night, i shall not loose my might.
  7. sunnygirl167

    sunnygirl167 New Member

    Jul 23, 2011
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    A Mother Dies

    Mother dies saving her child from house fire.

    A mother dies a child cries.
    I begin to read the happenings.
    A fire it said in the wee morning hours.
    A child of five was left inside.
    the mother could not bare to hear her child scream in pain.
    She ran back in and grabbed her girl and threw her down to safety below.
    But by then it was to late the smoke over took her causeing her to faint.
    where she finaly met her ultimate fate. Jessie May Jones will always be a
    hero to this small town and to her little girl.
    That is when the tears really started flowing in uncontrollable sobs. I just then realized I would never hold my little girl again or smell her sweet little girl scent.
    For in the end it was I that died that day saving the daughter I loved so much but would no longer touch.
  8. KingDerekx

    KingDerekx New Member

    Mar 10, 2011
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    Revere, MA

    I'm a walking paradox
    Crawling through life
    Trying to find myself
    But there's just no time
    Our prime is short
    Retort you not
    I was just sitting
    And now you rot
    Your words were suppressed
    And your life had a scratch
    So you made the same the mistakes
    Killing chicks before they hatch
    But the record stopped spinning
    DJ Illness winning
    Clockwork in slow motion
    Mix potion
    Death's bell ringing
    To me you were a hiss
    Of whisper amongst my relatives
    Avoiding the cyst
    Is my ignorance bliss?
  9. LaGs

    LaGs Banned

    Apr 25, 2011
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    Co. Tyrone Ireland

    What youthful ignorance how I never grasped,
    Or felt, or sensed,
    The sheer lack of opportunities that we would ever get.

    Why I never spent every minute of every day with you,
    When that morbid clock ticked on,
    While your illness never rested,
    Inexorably wearing you down.

    Naivety and false hope made me think
    you would pull through,
    I stupidly thought you were invincible.

    Yet your final breath gave way and there I was,
    Powerless to do anything.
    I just cried and stroked your hair.

    You were frail, emaciated,
    Yet you remained so handsome,
    A spirit that was so beautiful it transcended all things physical,
    And there it was floating away from me.

    I just didn’t want you to leave.

    One of the last things you did was reassure me
    with a thoughtful gesture,
    One astounding act of selflessness
    that I’ll never forget.

    I always looked up to you in a
    Brotherly idolatry,
    Looking forward to the day when I’d grow up,
    and we’d be friends.

    No more plaguing you with childish questions
    and expecting answers,
    But on an even keel,
    Man to man.

    I don’t want to regret it but it tugs at my heart when I think about
    What I could’ve done,
    And should’ve said.

    Now you’re gone I have only memory—
    Images of that popular and likeable young man
    everybody knew and wanted to be around.

    They always ask in a cliché way
    Why they always snatch the good ones,
    But you’ll never know how much you were loved—

    Are loved—
    How much people miss you

    Today I meet strangers you affected and touched,
    and it tells me all I need to know;
    That so many years on you’re still remembered so fondly,
    And your spirit is forever there,

    But it still saddens me.

    I just miss you so much.
  10. AllWrite

    AllWrite New Member

    Sep 23, 2008
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    Twisted Relief

    I was hopeless
    Broken, not a cent to my name
    Broke, an eviction notice
    added to the list of my pains
    Still focused,
    I knew for my family I'd have to try
    So I opened the newspaper
    and looked through the classifieds
    HELP WANTED: lawn applicator
    - Nope
    : Janitor
    - Eh, too much pride
    : Clerical work
    - My business degree deserves a better 9 to 5
    I threw the paper in disgust
    Mid 30s & soon I'd be getting married
    and in the midst of my fuss
    the paper landed onto the obituaries
    I scrolled through the columns
    I don't know why
    But I paused because a picture of a young guy caught my eye
    "23 years old, skiing accident..."
    He never realized the danger
    "Gone too soon for a life so passionate...
    He was a promosing banker"
    I threw the paper down again
    disgusted with myself
    I began to appreciate life
    Made my problems seem so small
    Got teary eyed called my soon to be wife
    With a sigh of relief
    I said "Baby it's me...
    thank God we're not deceased
    & at the bank there's a job opening"
  11. bcntln

    bcntln New Member

    May 9, 2011
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    All Around Us
    Craig Elliott Cantlon - August 8, 1984 to July 10, 2010

    When told of his death, I almost lost my mind;
    knowing that we would never see him again,
    wore so heavy on my mind.

    But now with the stark reality of his tragic death;
    I find him all around me in all my daily tasks.

    I see him in the flickering flames of a camp fire on a summer's night.
    I see him in the shiny dew on a lawn he used to romp.

    I see him in the cut out face of a jack-o-lantern on Halloween night
    and in the flashing Christmas lights on a cold winter's night.

    I see him in a snowman that others now will build
    and in a red sled as it slides down a snowy hill.

    I see him in a Frisbee as it flies swiftly through the air.
    I see him in the shadows of a home we used to share.

    I see him in the halo around a perfect harvest moon;
    helping me forget we had our share of strife and gloom.

    When I hear him, I'm in my bed, in the silences of the night;
    in the sound of my wife's beating heart, as she lies so close and tight.

    I know now as long as he is in our hearts, he will always be around.
    Because loving caring parents is always what he found.

    For he believed God gave us life with the condition it will end;
    to live it without loving, caring and helping others, is by far the greatest sin.

    I saw him like all of us, struggle daily with this golden rule;
    knowing in his heart, he wanted no one to be cruel.

    I can only say to those who think God is not alive;
    someone blessed us with a troubled son we will love beyond the day we die.

    Now I hope to think of him with a smile rather than a tear,
    knowing where he is now is better than down here.

    God bless and keep,
    By Brett Elliot Cantlon
  12. Mark Ruyley

    Mark Ruyley New Member

    Jul 14, 2011
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    By the Mast and Somber Pyre

    A little background for those of you who may not know, this poem is about Scyld Scefing, the first warrior-king of the Danes. This poem draws upon the the first 52 lines of the poem Beowulf.

    By the Mast and Somber Pyre

    Lo and hear, dread day has come
    The throne lies bare and silent.
    This once mirthful hall of mead and cheer
    Is now without its tyrant.

    Scyld the Shield, first Danish King
    Born once to foreign lords
    With wealth of might and heart and coin
    To dwarf the dragon's hoard.

    He came to us by the whale-way
    Versed in the ways of war.
    Scyld the King of many men,
    The scourge of many more.

    To Beow, his son, the throne passes hence
    And the earls owe him much.
    The Warrior-Danes love now a prince
    Too young to know a woman's touch.

    But worry not, and lay the king down
    By the mast and somber pyre.
    Dressed in jewels, the gears of war.
    Seas, take our lord in fire.
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