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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 (191) - Taking Time

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Apr 30, 2012.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Ninety One

    Back on schedule 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
    • 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.

    I'm going to be away and very busy over the Easter period, so this contest is going to be open for double the usual time. So the entry stage will be open for fourteen days (again, extended due to life getting in the way), closing on Monday 14th May 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 17th May 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of Kontrast) Taking Time

    The next (192nd) contest's theme will be (courtesy of simplyrachel): Cry for Help, and it will be opened on Monday 14th May 2012.

    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. Sword

    Sword Member

    Apr 23, 2012
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    Remembering Sunday
    The man strolls down the avenue,
    His steady pace slowly passes the time,
    He wishes he could start anew,
    He remembers Sunday.

    Without her a second feels like forever,
    But it doesn't matter because he enjoys taking his time,
    He dreams as his mind wanders through the nether,
    He remembers Sunday.

    In one fell swoop it became clear,
    He slows to a stop as his mind strays through time,
    The secret answer to his dilemma is near,
    He wishes he could forget Sunday.

    Wandering through life like a ghost,
    He wonders why he reminisces about another time,
    Then suddenly he achieves what he wants the most,
    He forgets Sunday.
  3. simplyrachel

    simplyrachel New Member

    Apr 22, 2012
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    Time Travel (haiku)

    yesterday is gone
    soon today will pass as well
    i'll travel with it
  4. seelifein69

    seelifein69 Active Member

    Jun 20, 2011
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    Taking the Time

    I am quite the little devil
    When it comes to ticks and tocks
    But one thing I can’t accomplish
    Is simply setting back the clock

    One of two things happen, now
    Either I sit by and wait to die
    Or take life by the horns and
    Steal the time that’s sailing by.

    So when you hear that hiss
    Or scary bump in the night,
    Remember me, the Chronic Thinker
    And hold onto your Rolex tight.

    Because I eat ticks for breakfast,
    Put those tocks straight in my bank,
    But in my new found everlasting
    There was never time to think

    About this death and my forever
    And of the large universal reality
    Of loved ones dying around me
    And my never changing immortality

    In a thousand years, I will still be
    Where I will, I don’t now know
    But in my hand, my timepiece
    And I will be wondering where to go
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  5. Joshua John Banko

    Joshua John Banko New Member

    May 11, 2012
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    Pocket watch

    pocket watch.

    Tick tock I march on.
    forgotten hallowed meaningless existence.
    Why do I carry on?
    Tick tock I'm left alone.
    Abandon burden, meaningless persistence.
    Why do I carry on?
    My heart beats on without cause.
    When or if I'm found, it won't matter if I went on.
    So why do I carry on?
    My shine fades, hopeless and scorn.
    My endless feat.
    To be forgotten.
    I can't carry this burden forever.
    But I can try.
  6. C.B Harrington

    C.B Harrington New Member

    May 8, 2012
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    Her knobby hands
    Her saggy skin
    A joyless face
    A worried grin

    She stands and shuffles
    She sits and remembers
    The days gone bye
    The dying night embers

    In a dirty night gown
    In a room, one of many
    She gets no visitors
    She hears them plenty

    A joyless face
    A worried grin
    All blows away
    When I step in
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