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"Short Poem Competition Returns"

Hey all. Discodexy asked if someone would start a new one of these competitions, so here goes.

Rules:

-Maximum of, shall we say, 200 words?
-The word to base it around is "pain", you can easily get something out of that.

I'm going on holiday on Sunday but will judge soon after I get back. Shall we say, entries in by 2nd September, and I will judge them and name the top three poems on the 4th September. This gives people plenty of time to get their entries in.

Post your poems in this thread!

Enjoy

RESULTS!

3rd Place goes to Mav for this entry...

Pain.
Makes me feel insane,
It comes and goes
My mind is slain,
Withdrawn, retreated,
A wounded fawn,
Nothing is here for me,
Nothing will help.

It rises up - the pain in me,
Even alone, I feel its grip,
No pressure, no feeling,
Just the horror of it,
I fall, neglected,
A victim, rejected,
My mind is affected
In ways I accept it,
But I can't help but give in,
It overthrows me, commands,
I'm suffocating, holding out my arms,
Grasping for help, but I slip away,
Unnoticed, uncared for, there's no other way,
They don't know about me, neither do you,
I drift through crowds,
Invisible.

Yet my pain remains, I live in vain,
Because I can't.
There's no going forward,
No going back,
To these people I'm a pet,
They call me Jack.


2nd place goes to Grebo, for this entry...

"In mute mental anguish,
We are divided by allegiances,
Our stoppered emotions,
Precipitating smouldering conflagrations,
And explosions of patience,
Whether soul-less happiness,
Or soul-full despair,
Inciting reactions of ineffectuality,
Leading to solitude,
Always looking to reason,
But finding indefatigable naiveté,
Always leading, leading, leading,
Downwards spiralling,
To an ultimate climax,
Rushing, insisting,
and pressing the balance,
Losing our equilibrium,
Leading, leading,
Subconscious observations,
Of intellectual depravations,
And self imposed mental anarchy,
Giving stunning inspirations,
Revelations of reality,
Dawning from obscurity,
Losing, losing,
Humour engulfed,
Mind retreating,
Downwards spiralling,
Self absorbed,
Comatose,
Eventual emotional flat liner."


and the winner is... Azul! For his entry, I've got the Power...

My remorseful soul, a prism of unrest;
Summer rains replenishing and tender
And shadowy clouds ebb and flow with jest;
A ray of gold pierces them with splendour
As light hits my soul and splits into a rainbow.
The valley echoes with my brothers cries
And fields of faith bloom with hope as they grow.
I see my beacon shine through broken skies:

Sapphire birds dance through the eloquent air
And roses sway in the winds of grandeur.
The beauty overwhelms as petals wear,
and hated barbs play a hurtful overture.
The thorns puncture my heart with woeful pain -
I'm smiling; meaningfully going insane

Congratulations Azul, you've won the satisfaction of knowing I thought your poem was better than all the other entries.

Thanks to everyone who entered (especially Mattribute, who put in loads of short, often odd, poems), I just thought these were the best of the lot. Anyone that wants to start the next competition with their own word is free to do so.

Cheers

*HE*

I think we've somewhat strayed off topic here.

What do any of these poems have to do with Michael Winner?

Mother

[I]reply to this email for me
dear son
he wants to purchase from me
'I am interested
in a different product to yours,
what is on your fine cd?'
'not much'

DIE MATTHEW DIE

Shuffle

[I]earphones in ears -
obviously -
take me on a journey
a journey through time
tell me of the wars
tell me of sex
of drugs
of rock and rock
teach me of the dangers
the dangers of love
mumble sweet, poignant nothings to me
to me
as I sit, blissfully unaware
of the history unfolding
upon my desk

A long night, but a exciting one at that.

iPod filling

[I]20GB
Well, not really
18.5
because we at apple
believing in fleecing you out of
1.5GB
that you paid for
isn't that nice?

a trip downstairs
requires a suitcase
CDs en massé
stolen from a dust ridden collection
Madness? Elvis? Marley?
The Squeeze, if you please
Boot up the laptop,
open up FreeRip -
It's going to be a long night, boy

Extra GAD

[I]I can't review
I can't write a walk-through
I can't make a decent post
but boy, can I host
my many images
and pictures
for your EGAD

Literature
is not my skill
gaming makes me ill
but see, i can draw
I'm a banner whóré
i'll do most anything
for your EGAD

Hours of work
to make the NGAGE look cool
to pre-pubescent fools
winners list
and I'm pi$sed
because I haven't got anything
from your EGAD

The One and Only Good Thing About Working In Tesco

Good morning.

milf

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milf

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milf

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MILF

"Excuse me!?"

Er .... nothing. Have a nice day.

"... Thanks ...."

...

"Hello there"

Good morning.

praise the Lord

Extra Gad
On General Chat

Michael Winnar

Winnar?
Hark, there only be one.
He goes by the name of Michael,
And rides atop a scarlet branch.

Sister? No, that is not I,
Calm down dear,
For this is a commercial,
And you are already dead.

For the Winnar am Michael,
He can walk into a shop,
That sells fine dining,
And order his pudding first.

Fin.

Package

[I]Here is a package,
My very own Parcel,
Shrink Wrapped and ready to use,
No instruction manual included,
You'll have to figure it out on the way,
Once you've finished playing,
Put the package back in its boxers,
"may contain nuts"