Poetry competition CLOSED 19th February 2012 00:18am
WINNER
diddi (Paul Summerscales)
diddi (Paul Summerscales)
RUNNERS-UP:
fieryangelsouljia
and datchic45
the Ripple Effect
Anonymous
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How Much It Hurts
I can hear the drone
of the tightened bow
it draws across
the strings so slow
I feel the stinging
inner cold
the music chills
it fills my soul
if only you could ever know .
How much it hurts
how much it pains
I have no worth
no more to gain
the cold of church
take me away
oh steeple high
can I now pray
no time to buy
left in this day
the blue of sky
colours to fade .
Piano help me
with your soft notes
the air of you
it makes me float
the harp of yesteryear
it ripple pools
the diamond water tears
now crushed up jewels .
Just crushed up jewels .
I can hear the drone
of the tightened bow
it draws across
the strings so slow
I feel the stinging
inner cold
the music chills
it fills my soul
if only you could ever know .
How much it hurts
how much it pains
I have no worth
no more to gain
the cold of church
take me away
oh steeple high
can I now pray
no time to buy
left in this day
the blue of sky
colours to fade .
Piano help me
with your soft notes
the air of you
it makes me float
the harp of yesteryear
it ripple pools
the diamond water tears
now crushed up jewels .
Just crushed up jewels .
Leaving
Mom left last night
Daddy's crying
Baby is bawling
and I am hiding
under the stairs
shedding my own tears
Daddy says Mommy
has a new boyfriend
and wants to live with him
Daddy cries all the time
He is no longer fun
Daddy makes breakfast
and burns the toast
drop cups on the floor
feeds baby mash potatoes
and me with porridge
Since Mommy left
Daddy looks bereft
Baby makes me deaf
with his constant howling
barfing on to my chest
I wish mommy comes home
and forget her boyfriend
Daddy should be her man
who has the baby
and little old me....
Mom left last night
Daddy's crying
Baby is bawling
and I am hiding
under the stairs
shedding my own tears
Daddy says Mommy
has a new boyfriend
and wants to live with him
Daddy cries all the time
He is no longer fun
Daddy makes breakfast
and burns the toast
drop cups on the floor
feeds baby mash potatoes
and me with porridge
Since Mommy left
Daddy looks bereft
Baby makes me deaf
with his constant howling
barfing on to my chest
I wish mommy comes home
and forget her boyfriend
Daddy should be her man
who has the baby
and little old me....
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Dead and drafted
Death (Draped) in life,
'Or'
Life (Draped) in death.
(Dreaming) between deads
'Or'
Deads (dreaming) life
Dreaming while ~breathing~
'Or'
~Breathing~ in dreams.
Are we just (breathing)
in the third [Dimension]?
'Or'
Or the deads ~breathing~ in
all ~dimensions~.
Death is the door to
another ~dimension~
'Or'
or the next ~dimension~
is (death).
Life ~ripples~ until death
'Or'
Death (ripples) back to life.
Life is a dream
where i dream of
a dream of ~multiconsciousness~
'Or'
is (Multiconsciousness)condensed in
a dream.
Are we a electron
Aligned by the
umbilical cord of the
earth's electron.
(This piece is inspired by the thought of bubble within a bubble or say ,a dimension within a dimension.
The symbols ~~represent freedom and ()represent confinement)
Written on 26th January
Death (Draped) in life,
'Or'
Life (Draped) in death.
(Dreaming) between deads
'Or'
Deads (dreaming) life
Dreaming while ~breathing~
'Or'
~Breathing~ in dreams.
Are we just (breathing)
in the third [Dimension]?
'Or'
Or the deads ~breathing~ in
all ~dimensions~.
Death is the door to
another ~dimension~
'Or'
or the next ~dimension~
is (death).
Life ~ripples~ until death
'Or'
Death (ripples) back to life.
Life is a dream
where i dream of
a dream of ~multiconsciousness~
'Or'
is (Multiconsciousness)condensed in
a dream.
Are we a electron
Aligned by the
umbilical cord of the
earth's electron.
(This piece is inspired by the thought of bubble within a bubble or say ,a dimension within a dimension.
The symbols ~~represent freedom and ()represent confinement)
Written on 26th January
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Anonymous
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- Ripple of Annihilation -
A Parable of Loneliness and Jealousy
Part I – Inception
On a world now forgotten, I dwelt in androgynous beauty,
A goddess, a god, worshipped and feared by my creations;
Created out of loneliness, the pain of my exile to thus ease.
But in my sorrow, I found no cease, nor cause for elations!
Then came the twelve who reigned on high, distant kindred,
Children of certain of my children, or of my maker mayhap;
I never knew, I never asked, nor a word like that so said…
So lonely was I, and willing to such bright company accept.
We built a city together, with a grand palace at its’ center…
Where immortal love flowered, and a golden age did reign!
But even into that Eden, did a serpent seek to there enter…
The serpent of jealousy, and so thence came, sharper pain.
For why would my maker love them more than I, I asked…
Thus spoke the twelve, that they were held in greater love,
Than I, and my first seven children, those once so tasked…
With creating children of their own, my people thus above.
Part II – Escalation
The eldest of the twelve, esteemed his worth above mine…
And said that no thirteenth lord should so sit at the council.
Olympian arrogance was his, a precedent no longer divine!
But the twelve feared his wrath and did follow his example.
My children did rebel as one against the increasing tyranny,
For we would not be slaves of those younger in their years!
What matters age when we were as immortal as is eternity?
But not one of us on either side could see through the tears.
So began the escalation of a ripple that would end in doom,
And the loss of immortality, when the gods were cast low…
Though we too met that fate: we rebels of the outer gloom!
But of our Eden only rubble was left, a silent wind to blow.
The walls that once were white with marble, pillared arches,
And palaces where gardens bloomed with life, love and light;
They fell to naught, to the sound of Olympian boot marches.
We they called the Titans; we beheld the fall of a dark night.
Part III – Annihilation
The fires of war came to our world, to burn my innocence,
My eyes beholding the carnage and the devastation bitter…
The empress who had birthed me saw and so wept thence.
From afar, she looked on, as the blood of kindred did stir!
The twelve fled the horror their injustices did first unleash…
My children and I, with the first seven to lead them, so fled.
Our hearts burned with ire, as my second exile I did meet!
The five gods of the elements had vanished, feared dead…
Thus began a cycle of revenge and of our final fates therein,
You know the ending to my tale, for we are divine no more.
The tombs of the false twelve lie in places never seen again.
Once I had been a goddess, but all that ended with a war…
How great grows the ripple, and long was my journey after,
Until the doom of Atlantis brought our conflict to its’ end…
Before to human flesh I was cast like an angel from a rafter.
Once I had been a god, but some wounds none can mend!
A Parable of Loneliness and Jealousy
Part I – Inception
On a world now forgotten, I dwelt in androgynous beauty,
A goddess, a god, worshipped and feared by my creations;
Created out of loneliness, the pain of my exile to thus ease.
But in my sorrow, I found no cease, nor cause for elations!
Then came the twelve who reigned on high, distant kindred,
Children of certain of my children, or of my maker mayhap;
I never knew, I never asked, nor a word like that so said…
So lonely was I, and willing to such bright company accept.
We built a city together, with a grand palace at its’ center…
Where immortal love flowered, and a golden age did reign!
But even into that Eden, did a serpent seek to there enter…
The serpent of jealousy, and so thence came, sharper pain.
For why would my maker love them more than I, I asked…
Thus spoke the twelve, that they were held in greater love,
Than I, and my first seven children, those once so tasked…
With creating children of their own, my people thus above.
Part II – Escalation
The eldest of the twelve, esteemed his worth above mine…
And said that no thirteenth lord should so sit at the council.
Olympian arrogance was his, a precedent no longer divine!
But the twelve feared his wrath and did follow his example.
My children did rebel as one against the increasing tyranny,
For we would not be slaves of those younger in their years!
What matters age when we were as immortal as is eternity?
But not one of us on either side could see through the tears.
So began the escalation of a ripple that would end in doom,
And the loss of immortality, when the gods were cast low…
Though we too met that fate: we rebels of the outer gloom!
But of our Eden only rubble was left, a silent wind to blow.
The walls that once were white with marble, pillared arches,
And palaces where gardens bloomed with life, love and light;
They fell to naught, to the sound of Olympian boot marches.
We they called the Titans; we beheld the fall of a dark night.
Part III – Annihilation
The fires of war came to our world, to burn my innocence,
My eyes beholding the carnage and the devastation bitter…
The empress who had birthed me saw and so wept thence.
From afar, she looked on, as the blood of kindred did stir!
The twelve fled the horror their injustices did first unleash…
My children and I, with the first seven to lead them, so fled.
Our hearts burned with ire, as my second exile I did meet!
The five gods of the elements had vanished, feared dead…
Thus began a cycle of revenge and of our final fates therein,
You know the ending to my tale, for we are divine no more.
The tombs of the false twelve lie in places never seen again.
Once I had been a goddess, but all that ended with a war…
How great grows the ripple, and long was my journey after,
Until the doom of Atlantis brought our conflict to its’ end…
Before to human flesh I was cast like an angel from a rafter.
Once I had been a god, but some wounds none can mend!
Anonymous
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