Poetry competition CLOSED 29th March 2013 7:51am
WINNER
diddi (Paul Summerscales)
diddi (Paul Summerscales)
randomly worded
Anonymous
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The chorus of the ages spills forth, to release and unsheath all that which is sought after.
A very specific biology, one must contemplate the break of tides.
The noon time whoosh, of noisy thoughts, restrict all that I am.
The impersonator of the straw built featherweight.
The boxer of the ego, sent to reheat the thoughts, in the act of lighting flame under one's ass.
The plait now undone in the proverbial mind that is, now seeks a clamp, to redo what's been done.
A very specific biology, one must contemplate the break of tides.
The noon time whoosh, of noisy thoughts, restrict all that I am.
The impersonator of the straw built featherweight.
The boxer of the ego, sent to reheat the thoughts, in the act of lighting flame under one's ass.
The plait now undone in the proverbial mind that is, now seeks a clamp, to redo what's been done.
Anonymous
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Sleepy Sunday
A break in the day, is what was said,
though, with restriction of thirty lines
clamped, to specific whooshing biology.
How to unsheathe something of worth,
to plait seriously silly syllables,
nearly noon and I lay straw, leavings
of the impersonator to the chorus of winds
that blow through these doors, noisy
raucous bunch, with their fandangle
gilded fiddlesticks, reheat the fire
breath of the harsh cold cometh
A break in the day, is what was said,
though, with restriction of thirty lines
clamped, to specific whooshing biology.
How to unsheathe something of worth,
to plait seriously silly syllables,
nearly noon and I lay straw, leavings
of the impersonator to the chorus of winds
that blow through these doors, noisy
raucous bunch, with their fandangle
gilded fiddlesticks, reheat the fire
breath of the harsh cold cometh
Anonymous
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Featherweight Champion
(An AP photo)
Featherweight champion, that's who you are -
the best in your weight class
An impersonator look-alike of yours
tries to cash-in your fame.
At noon he had lunch with your wife
who was his former biology teacher -
likes to weave her hair into a plait.
"Clamp down on your carbs,"
she said as she reheats his food
while he sips the juice with a straw.
The much awaited fight night came
specific instructions were given
by the referee and your coach.
Tried to unsheathe your defenses
restricting your offensive movements
Suddenly a whooshing sound deafened your ears
from an upper-cut punch which breaks your jaw
followed with the noisy chanting of your name
sounds like gospel chorus from your chapel choir.
You just lost your featherweight belt
why I'm not surprised at all
to see a smile in your face,
as you watched pay-per-view TV
from your hospital bed--
suffering from stomach flu.
(An AP photo)
Featherweight champion, that's who you are -
the best in your weight class
An impersonator look-alike of yours
tries to cash-in your fame.
At noon he had lunch with your wife
who was his former biology teacher -
likes to weave her hair into a plait.
"Clamp down on your carbs,"
she said as she reheats his food
while he sips the juice with a straw.
The much awaited fight night came
specific instructions were given
by the referee and your coach.
Tried to unsheathe your defenses
restricting your offensive movements
Suddenly a whooshing sound deafened your ears
from an upper-cut punch which breaks your jaw
followed with the noisy chanting of your name
sounds like gospel chorus from your chapel choir.
You just lost your featherweight belt
why I'm not surprised at all
to see a smile in your face,
as you watched pay-per-view TV
from your hospital bed--
suffering from stomach flu.
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