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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 (200) - Unwanted Obsession

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Jul 9, 2012.

    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred


    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 16th July 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 19th July 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of E.Thomas) Unwanted Obsession

    The next (201st) contest's theme will be (courtesy of Britannica): Phoenix, and it will be opened on Monday 16th July 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. Agatha Christie

    Agatha Christie New Member

    Jan 19, 2012
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    The wretched caller raps at the door.
    He skulks and scowls, ready to taunt.
    'Clear off!' you shout. 'Don't call any more!'
    But through days and nights, he comes to haunt.
    He shrieks and yells without restraint.
    You cover your ears, you shut your eyes.
    A welcome call this most certainly ain't!
    This vile caller, you so despise.
    In desperation you run far to escape.
    But wherever you go is his dreaded shape.
    Some call him Fixation, others strong Passion.
    You know his name is Unwanted Obsession.
    Obsession can be such a burden to bear.
    Be alert, be careful and always beware!
  3. Not the Admin

    Not the Admin New Member

    Aug 9, 2011
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    An Unwanted Obsession

    What begins itself as a game,
    An innocent competition,
    Has turned into my biggest shame -
    My terrible situation:
    The bones of Audrey Hepburn’s frame,
    They act as my inspiration.
    My hunger: sharp, unchecked, untamed,
    Is my most constant dictation.
    If I dare try to breathe again
    I’d sneeze myself a citation,
    If I don’t drop because I’m lame,
    I’m not starved enough for weigh-in.
    If you think vanity the same,
    Then I’m sorry, you are mistaken.
    It makes me guilty and full-a shame,
    But not as guilty as eating.
  4. Darkkin

    Darkkin Reflection of a nobody Contributor

    Jun 21, 2012
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    Following the footprints in the sand...
    High on the Corner of Sarnia and Lake

    High on the Corner of Sarnia and Lake

    My eyes are hot, my anger bright, clear and hard.
    Stillness, sleep is no option, a restless tide does swell.
    Rue at my side, I'm out the door, through the yard.
    I head to the place, my one secret spot, where I break free from hell.

    It is three miles straight down from my door.
    A set of old rusted swings on the corner of Sarnia and Lake.
    It is here, in the shadow of Sugar Loaf, some yards form the shore,
    A need lingers and waits for me, unfulfilled, that burning ache.

    Illness has stolen, whittled, shaved and carved;
    The remainder...Ten pounds of Docs and ninety-three of me,
    At the swings I hover now, muscles tense, heart starved...
    A hundred odd pounds of dead weight, longing to be free.

    Dropping down, the vinyl creaks...Rue watching, ears alert.
    Iron oxide stains my hands...Palms, callused and holding.
    No one knows, no one cares of the darkness, of the hurt.
    Those calluses, earned from these chains, blisters formed the molding.

    Here, now, in the place, I find my high...
    Toes gripping against my soles, I kick off, feet lifting...flying out.
    Forward...Up...A limit reached, sinking, dropping...Ground and sky.
    Staring at the carved out green, my feet kick again, stretching hard, my soul in doubt.

    The westerly drifts down from the bluffs, ripples the water, sets my hat, a banner of defiance, flapping.
    One by one by one, all the things I loved were taken, hidden away...Physically too hard on me...
    Back and forth, back again, groaning and wailing, so sings the swing, cadence kept by a dreamer's foot tapping.
    The kiss of the air, the dizzying flight, holding and releasing, the sky, a cobalt, white capped sea.

    Humerus ringed round in violet, where the chains pinch and bite...
    Wiry strength holding out, hard and true. The endurance mine.
    Pitching high, hands drifting free when commonsense screams to hold on tight.
    The sweet swell of triumph, among the moon shadows I now dwell; it is here my wings shine.

    High and hard and fast and long...High and hard and fast and long.
    Brutal falls and broken bones, I've taken hits, but all my life I've known pain.
    In the whirling blur of motion that is my swing, I find peace, a forgotten song.
    My words, my dreams, take form...This is my muse...Found in the heavens at the end of a chain.

    A secret know to only me and the company of a dog.
    High and hard and fast and long...High and hard and fast and long.
    Over, on an endless loop, destine to repeat.
    The refrain of these words, this unknown song.
    Regardless of the seasons, broken bones, or sandaled feet.
    High on the corner of Sarnia and Lake.
  5. seelifein69

    seelifein69 Active Member

    Jun 20, 2011
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    SW Florida
    Unwanted Obsession

    I want to write things three times
    I need to write things three times
    I have to write things three times

    I want to find the time to unwind
    I need to find the time to unwind
    I have to find the time to unwind

    But even it's hard, cause I'll have to do it three times.
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  6. KingDerekx

    KingDerekx New Member

    Mar 10, 2011
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    Revere, MA

    i helped you when needed
    i heard all your cries
    was there when you pleaded
    you threw sand in my eyes
    it's like i was gone
    out of sight, out of mind
    just an extra pawn
    you were so blind
    the game was still played
    you were there, i was not
    you left while i stayed
    and left me to rot
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