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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 (93) - Falling

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Aug 21, 2009.

    Poetry Contest
    Ninety Three

    Number 92!

    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 a minimum of seven lines long
    • 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 last seven days, meaning it will close on Friday 28th August 2009.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Monday 31st August 2009.

    And this week's theme is (courtesty of afinemess): Falling

    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. Fish

    Fish New Member

    Aug 15, 2009
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    Falling is an art form
    It takes prose, practice and grace,
    Just to fall flat on your face.

    Falling takes time
    Rhythm and Rhyme,
    Just to be completely out of place.

    Yes. Falling is easy
    I'm doing it now,
    Falling right over like a funny drunken clown.

    I topple I fall.
    I was tall now I'm small.
    My nose is bloody,
    I’ve been put in my place.

    I hurt and I'm sore,
    Yet I come back for more.
    I'm vexed
    and I know why.

    Because it’s easy to fall,
    To hit the floor hard
    and run covering your ears.
    Your face splattered with tears,
    Looking rather disgraced.

    Yes. Falling is easy.
    You do all by yourself,
    He does nothing at all.

    The young man is standing.
    Happily smiling,
    While I lay broken on the floor

    It is easy to do,
    I'm sure it’s happened to you.
    Falling into the word fool,
    It’s painted on the floor,
    Your gonna hit it for sure.

    So you glue yourself up.
    You dust yourself down
    And you run after him,
    Right out of the door.

    Yes. Falling is easy
    I'm doing it now
    Falling right over like a brokenhearted clown.
  3. greyhoody

    greyhoody New Member

    Aug 18, 2009
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    Falling Drunk "Just" Friends

    The norm, the night, the day after, the talks,
    I listen, I reply, I get confused, I drink more,
    you talk, you interrupt, you stop, you drink more.

    Slug, force it down, the ice bounces of my top lip;
    bitter! you drink yours too, you brought me here,
    I stare into your eyes, as my body glows a blushed warm.

    My head begins to swim, another five, acid builds,
    false hunger grows, inhibitions shrink, arousal begins.
    The conversation moves to sex, fetish, sick, depraved.

    Stumble through the door, you follow, I loom over,
    touchy-feely, ‘Stop it! Don’t touch me!’ You drag,
    One Mad breath of fresh air for me, different glass now.

    Closed- closed- they shift us, we fall up, we obey,
    we walk to another establishment, my coat gone now:
    you acquired one somehow in the movement, I pity.

    Dark, dank, sweat, smelly, foreign, cornered, cold,
    the drink is on twenty or so now, we sway in our seats.
    People stare, I recede, you swell, me solitary, you beauty.

    I try to listen, no need to now, you repeat, you rant,
    your eyes are wondrous, your skin glistens, I adore,
    one model, one giant, friends, drunks, depressed.

    The norm, the night, the day after, the talks,
    I listen, I reply, I get confused, I drink more,
    you talk, you interrupt, you stop, you drink more.
  4. becca

    becca Contributor Contributor

    Feb 26, 2009
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    Returning Sorrow

  5. Gannon

    Gannon Contributor Contributor

    Jan 15, 2007
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    Manchester, England

    Writing heathen heroics, the sly mind wanders free
    to covet and keep. At rest, it conjures stones and sticks,
    stripping some cross chest-medal to forge goddamn weaponry.

    And a heart-stopping experience might end it all -
    so pretty (and lonely!), let me take your limbs apart,
    cleave your tears, and break them into pieces as they fall.

    Here, serpentine evil sits in nuclear trinity,
    in an ice desert far from fire and limbo divine,
    chewing over stretched fat for godforsaken poetry.
  6. savage

    savage New Member

    Aug 26, 2009
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    Fear of Falling
    I'm on the edge,and there's this fear of falling,

    Deep within there's a fiery rage, the mind frayed,
    Deep within there's a tired wait, the heart slayed,
    I'm on the edge, and there's this fear of falling.

    This sickness is all inside me,
    This wickedness is all around me,
    I'm on the edge, and there's this fear of falling.

    I hate the pain which sorely incinerates,
    I hate the fear which deeply penetrates,
    I'm on the edge, and there's this fear of falling.

    Mangle flesh, Spanning spine,
    Dripping Blood valentine.
    I'm on the edge, and there's this fear of falling.
  7. Palmer

    Palmer New Member

    Jul 9, 2008
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    Apple Pie

    When I look up at that kind blue sky
    a lovely pie I see
    why oh why, oh apple pie
    do you smile back down on me?
    May I have a tiny bite?
    Could I prick you with a tine?
    Fill my tongue with fruit delight
    and creamy crust divine!
    I'll relish every flavor
    that slides into my throat
    each melting crumb I'll smoothly savor
    no bounds, I'll gladly bloat!
    Come down to me, don't be shy!
    Apple pie, apple pie, apple pie.

    I conjure a cotton stairway
    to climb the tow'ring sky
    all I see is the metel tray
    that holds the apple pie!
    And when I thought I had my wish
    all I did was cry
    Where are you oh flav'ry dish?
    Not a crumb to taste or try!
    No pie that's lush and yummy
    not a morsel to spare!
    No pie to fill my hungry tummy
    the pie was never there!
    And as I looked down, I had a fall
    to eat no pie at all.
  8. rover

    rover New Member

    Aug 18, 2009
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    A golden land there once existed,
    Bloodied by a war. Good and evil
    Long persisted; vanquished
    Were they all.

    Pell-mell the men had swung and slain,
    Kindness all undone. Amid them a man
    Had waxed insane; his name
    Was Arjun, Indra’s son.

    Flying fish whose aim could blind,
    He was an archer supreme. Gifted,
    Noble, quick and kind, his wealth
    Was a warrior’s dream.

    Brothers fought from either side,
    Five against a hundred. The royal
    Court in great divide, lay dying
    Upon the already dead.

    In silver Arjun like fluid flew,
    Arrows whistling forth. But oft he
    Stopped, wept anew, and wondered
    Of its worth.

    Krishna, the Lord, was at his wheels,
    Driving Arjun’s steed. Duty, he said,
    Was bread and steel; and the prince
    Could only heed.

    The sun thus set and rose again,
    Redder every day. Till the archer
    Faced his only bane; his eldest
    Brother was in his way.

    Airborne coins he used to nail,
    Eyes into the sun. His prowess
    Bore a flaming veil; he was Karna,
    The Sun God’s son.

    With thunder the sky responded,
    Rain beheld by fire. Krishna,
    In his head, knew Arjun couldn’t
    Lay rest to Karna’s ire.

    So Karna’s chariot sunk in mud,
    Cursed unfairly so. And then there
    Sounded a final thud, as Arjun
    Slipped the fatal blow.

    Victorious, he wailed a battle cry,
    The wind in his voice. The night
    Then breathed a tired sigh—how
    Men are led by choice.


    In a day there arrived bitter news,
    Arjun’s son was dead. Caught in
    A vicious chakravyuh, Abhimanyu
    Had rivers bled.

    Maddened with rage was the father,
    Avowing to avenge. Like a madman
    He killed, and rather, in evil
    Himself drenched.

    Krishna advised a nobler course,
    To accept and depart. Too many
    Lives had bent to force; time
    Had come to part.

    But Arjun, for once, disagreed;
    An equal life he craved. To make
    Them kneel and mercy plead, he
    Had his visions saved.

    Bhishma, their general, hence arrived,
    Challenged by this cry. Immortal,
    Immune to death contrived, he dared
    The archer try.

    Broken was Arjun’s crimson dream,
    Thus taken to task. How could he
    Start, even seem, to live up to this
    Mammoth ask?

    He stepped instead to Bhishma’s feet,
    The chariot high forsaken. A smiling
    Krishna went upbeat, as a prudent
    Path was taken.

    An epochal exchange then ensued,
    The dead sky watching still. No one
    Even dared intrude, as Pitaama
    Weaved his worldly will.

    “This war has taken lives enough,
    And I am tired now. It is not an
    Answer to your call; but, son, it is
    Time you take a vow.

    Plant me over a bed of arrows,
    Drown me in abject pain. Refuse me
    Water, ignore my throes, and let
    This struggle not remain.”

    King of his fate, Bhishma had spoken,
    Choosing his demise. Arjun, shocked,
    Knew not his ken; and wavered
    In surmise.

    “Take him,” said Krishna, “Shoot!”
    This was his chosen end. His
    Rider, still mute, struck Bhishma , who
    Did nothing to defend.

    One by one the shafts embedded,
    Ripping the statesman’s spine. Each
    Arrow, two headed, pushed him
    Closer to recline.

    The general fell, so did the sun,
    As did the somber night. Falling
    To his knees, the battle won, Arjun
    Lost his sentient light.

    (Note - Pitaama is a titular reference to 'father figure')
  9. Star_Rush

    Star_Rush New Member

    Apr 20, 2009
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    Fear: My Guardian and Guard

    Last night I sat up in my bed,
    Listening to voices in my head.
    You can't do it. You'll never win.
    Where would a fool like you begin?

    And they're right. I know it.
    I'm too afraid 'cause I might blow it.
    I'm feeling weak. I'm feeling small.
    I can't stand up incase I fall.

    Running a tightrope in a awful dream.
    It starts to sway. I start to scream.
    God, please put me back on solid ground.
    A safe way through life remains unfound.

    To live big is to risk falling.
    Can't hear you hear the sirens calling?
    Luring me to the rocky shore,
    With promises of something more.

    But I've my voices in the night,
    Telling me my fear is right.
    To be safe, to be secure,
    What else is there worth fighting for?

    But there's a whisper. A thread of doubt.
    This can't be what life is about.
    Living carefully, afraid to fall,
    That is no kind of life at all.
  10. payelK

    payelK New Member

    Jul 26, 2009
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    My own lonely cocoon
    Falling in, falling apart

    One step ahead; Five stairs down-
    an unknown height
    of a known structure.
    And I'm midway through the air,
    swooping and gaping.
    Mind drifts back to past!
    Where it all starts-

    first the hypnotic blue eyes
    and an alcoholic smile;
    An excruciating pain
    through the melting heart.
    I was falling already-
    to the deepest abyss,
    called love.

    You did too,
    or so I thought. Unware,
    as I was rested in your arms
    to be wished,loved and lost;
    And before the dreams were broken
    I missed the sentence
    of another heart!

    An motionless movement
    take me to the edge;
    I stepped; You didn't.
    Now the emptiness of an unmeasured path!
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