Monday, September 19, 2011

Contest entires (so far) part four

Berit 3pm


In the woods,
the forest of hands and teeth,
lies something rotten.
The body, in ruins.
A feast for crows.
Bird by bird, the metamorphosis.
No wind of blame.
No weight.
Simply time to depart.
Into the mist,
into the sea,
along the path between the seas,
to the fatal shore,
No - the unknown shore,
with only a promise of happiness.











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Hawke 3:08pm

COLLECTED and Recollected: Finding POEMS between points North and West

RECOLLECTED, she ESSAYS forth
With WORDS THAT MUST SOMEHOW BE SAID
In DECADENT SOCIETIES
Like this modern BABYLON
That bestows DUBIOUS HONORS
Even SAINT AUGUSTINE’S wounded PIGEON might reject.
Leaving HOME, and the ECONOMICS
Of A COMMON-PLACE tragedy in a BOOK OF betrayal and doubtful COOKERY,
She wishes to be AMONG FRIENDS
Who BREAK THE MIRROR
Where she sees only an old CROW. AND she is free to leave the WEASEL
Who LEFT her OUT IN THE frigid RAIN
And go WEST WITH THE NIGHT
Finally to the MOUNTAINS OF THE GREAT BLUE DREAM
Above THE DESERT THAT SMELLS LIKE warm RAIN
Where she finds THE GIFT OF GOOD LAND and says,
“HERE LET US FEAST.”







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Tracy 4:11pm
"The Blood of Angels"
by TracyR aka ScribblingScarlet



Once THE LUCKY ONE.
Now BANISHED
FOREVER
,
BEYOND EXILE.

No longer a HOST
MATCHED
In an ANGELS GAME
Of BEAUTIFUL CREATURES,
Living in a CITY OF GLASS.

One drop of ELIXIR
And I am cast WITH A VENGEANCE
From the TWILIGHT
Of my SPHERE.

My HALO
CATCHING FIRE
As I tear ACROSS THE UNIVERSE.

Now  DARK VISIONS
Of WILDEFIRE
LINGER
And ECLIPSE
The CRESCENDO
Of the BREAKING DAWN.

I SHIVER
Under the HUSH-HUSH
Of the NEW MOON as it casts its glow on a
CITY OF BONES;
A DAD BY DAY ARMAGEDDON
From the BLOOD OF ANGELS.





























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Charles 4:12pm



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Maja 4:39pm

THE ILLUSTRATED MAN is the target,
but THE BLIND ASSASSIN sees not but with
her HEART OF DARKNESS.

She wields THE SUBTLE KNIFE against her mark,
but THE INVISIBLE MAN is there first,
and cuts her down. Down, a JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH
An ODYSSEY which ends
when she is cast into the INFERNO.

In this BRAVE NEW WORLD, she pays for her CRIME
AND PUNISHMENT is dealt.

She sees PRIDE AND PREJUDICE in a reflection of herself.

Then NAUSEA
as THE METAMORPHOSIS begins.
She is no longer EMMA.
She is FRANKENSTEIN's monster.
She is FAUST. She is
THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY.
THE ARABIAN NIGHTS
lead to ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE,
then another. And there is NO EXIT.

There is only BEING AND NOTHINGNESS.












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Alwyn 5:53pm

 In The Secret Hour
of your Pure
Delirium
You Wish
you could Abandon
The Night Circus
to the Fury
of the Soulless
let it Wither
to a City of Ashes
Ashes, Ashes
The Splendour Falls
down
And you are already Gone
on The Blood Red Road
to Neverwhere















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Hilary 4:53pm

 SPEAK
THE ETERNAL ONES
,
“To DARE TO LOVE
is A DESPICABLE PROFESSION--
the SECRET DAUGHTER
of a WINGED OBSESSION,
THE GIVER
of THE GOLDEN MEAN,
of SHEET MUSIC
ON DREAMS
.”
And IF I LOVED YOU, I WOULD TELL YOU THIS:
You KINDLE within
A CONFLICT OF VISIONS
So COME AND FIND ME
CATCHING FIRE
this LIBERTY AND TYRANNY
is BY DESIGN
the POINT OF ORIGIN
and THE END OF EVERYTHING













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Marilou 5:03

MISTRESS OF THE ART OF DEATH

DEATH MASKS
in GRIMSPACE
are A MAGICIAN'S GAMBIT;
A FISTFUL OF CHARMS,
AN ENCHANTER'S ENDGAME.
YOU SLAY ME,
UNDERGROUND,
in THE GATHERING DARK.
I BURN FOR YOU

1 comment:

Angie said...

What lovely poems generated from titles. Great fun.