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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 (185) - Colliding Colours

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Mar 5, 2012.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Eighty Five

    We're creeping ever closer to our bicentennial.

    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 12th March 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 15th March 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of Dullener) Colliding colours

    The next (186th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of Gonissa): Snowy Days, and it will be opened on Monday 12th March.

    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. Dullener

    Dullener New Member

    Feb 26, 2012
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    Interesting. Earth.
    Colliding Colors

    The sun rises...
    like powered turmeric...
    laughing on the face of bride..
    and the colour pours,

    first the yellow,

    skies's valiant
    glistering glowing through the a silken loom
    on the gold threads...
    shining on the bloom
    of field's sunflowers

    water's a velvet
    water 's a wet molten gold...
    flowing slowly
    through the lands...
    sidewards the flowery dancers...

    then the blue,

    Skies's hidden thoughts speak'en
    woven through the golden..
    the blue, the violet, glowing
    and for the crimson flowers

    Water's hidden thoughts speak'en
    strips of golden blues,
    dances in the waves.

    the third is green,

    the leaves dream...
    the nature's realm..
    for the perfect cycle...
    and when the greens
    reflect on skies and waters...
    the trees and the brown hut...
    the sun yawns...
    and the country shines with the new colour...

  3. larryprg

    larryprg New Member

    Jan 28, 2012
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    Southern California
    A Collision of Many Colors
    Screeching tires
    Red and blue make purple
    Airbag blown
    Blue and yellow make green
    Flying shards
    On TV, red, blue and green make white
    On TV, the ambulance was white
  4. seelifein69

    seelifein69 Active Member

    Jun 20, 2011
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    SW Florida
    Colliding Colors, "I Have a Dream"

    A melting pot?
    A community?
    That's really not what
    it feels like to me.

    New immigrants, new shapes
    and sizes come here
    to get new lives 'n
    hope for dreams come true.

    Only to find the world
    they were told has
    shrunken old and
    overrun by the same view.

    But they still speak their
    tounge and tote a hot
    gun and run around like
    this is their old home.

    Others work hard all day
    for about five dollars
    pay and send it back to
    their wives, who're alone.

    So they can go home, again
    and sleep with the
    drove, again, until sunrise
    calls them, at five AM.

    These pieces of their heritage
    get integrated in their
    marriages to effect the
    new generation.

    So now what you see,
    on US MTV, is a mix
    of the whole world
    on one TV station.

    It will take some time
    to undo the reply
    from our parents, who
    thought them foe.

    For in a decade or so
    we'll all be so old,
    that America
    is all we know.

    And in this idea
    we can start to feel
    the interconnected-ness

    I do my thing,
    you do yours.
    Cause eventually
    we'll be reborn,
    into a place
    that is so mixed
    there is no race
    and we can live
    face to face.
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