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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 (183) - A Bride Fleeing The Altar

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Feb 21, 2012.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Eighty Three

    Sorry this one is a day late, my yesterday was laid low by a pretty horrific migraine.

    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 27th February 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 1st March 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of CMacgregor) A Bride Fleeing The Altar

    The next (184th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of RusticOnion): Hunger, and it will be opened on Monday 27th February.

    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. jo spumoni

    jo spumoni Active Member

    Jun 23, 2010
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    La Jolla, CA (and Mission Viejo, CA, during the su
    A 1950s Photograph

    Yellow curls fall to the shoulder
    Her body's sleek and trim
    She'd look swell beside her man
    As long as she's shorter than him

    Her smile is unstained and white
    Like her favourite bland of bleach
    And she looks sweet in a yellow bikini
    When she is on the beach

    Half a century later
    She looks down and smiles
    Her perfect teeth are gone now
    As are youthful trials

    No children and no husband
    A disgrace to the fifties norm
    But a fine feminist did she make
    Though she wished her bed was warm
  3. seelifein69

    seelifein69 Active Member

    Jun 20, 2011
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    SW Florida

    Short, hesitant glances
    as the organ music stops.
    Stricken groom, pale,
    at the altar and cake atop.

    Nowhere is the young dove
    in white and lace today,
    for somewhere else she
    has quickly flown away.

    I heard down to Jamaica with
    Dr. Thomas Dawfray
  4. Gonissa

    Gonissa New Member

    Feb 17, 2012
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    Ghost Tower
    Her True Love

    There in the church, her life in her hands
    There in the front, at the altar he stands
    He waits for her. She knows it well
    As she knows the story their life will tell

    Standing fast, he shifts his weight
    Fidgeting, he must stand and wait
    The wedding party is first, it flows
    Look down the aisle, now there she goes

    She is not calm, she's so afraid
    Grasping at the life she's made
    "Let go" they say
    "Don't run away"

    It was that dream, the story went
    There are the people, the ones she meant
    To find and be, her name they called
    The aisle did too, the guests and all

    Two different directions, forward and back
    A man to love, a world to attack
    The holy hate said run away
    The nervous man's eyes? "Stay"

    Those people she knew, she could not forget
    And for that life she knew she was meant
    The man would not go there, though she was sent
    Our bride had no choice: she went
  5. Phoenix Hikari

    Phoenix Hikari New Member

    Feb 21, 2012
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    Duplicated Teardrops

    Beneath her steps lay sunlit marble,
    cracking, shimmering and hesitant,
    tearing her senses
    between the unpredictable
    and destiny...

    Bargains seem to outweigh themselves
    on the scale of life...
    she shivers in the white;
    snow queen holding poisonous lilies,
    awaiting her the dark man
    in black suit and bulks of hope...

    She's becoming the morning dew,
    hypnotized with anticipation,
    the sky cracks open;
    her swan wings shot her dreams apart...
    'fly upon the clouds, leave all behind,
    break the future and satisfy the past...'

    If she could only see through
    her fear of solitude...

    she would have fled...
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  6. Dullener

    Dullener New Member

    Feb 26, 2012
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    Interesting. Earth.
    She vanished

    Hear… Hear… the song of turmeric of her face…
    which sings through her red, veiled maginficant’a dresses
    And her pearl gold diamond necklace.

    Her supple brown body, milkfish
    And through her black eyes
    Sings the song that echo
    sadness red’ssz
    which comes hidden in her heart through
    the tears red, spurn through the lines of separation,
    and distorted future…
    wets her beauty…

    Her husband took her hand
    and a knot was made… unopenable
    First, Second, Third,
    Fourth, Fifth, Sixth
    And then She takes the seventh round around the fire…
    and her past backs away…
    to a new future…

    A poem from yours,
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