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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Withdrawn, retreated,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*

Keep em coming people! Some are rather, um, interesting, I must admit. But loads of entries is good I guess!

Stroke of Genius

Bit s of hair
Ever y where
Do wn my ne c k
I tch li ke f e ck

And I don't want to wash my hair because I already did today, before I went to the crappu
Hairdressers.
So he didn't think I was a skank.
...
Hank.


B its o fha ir
Everywher e
Iw ant e d less
N ow, wh at a me s s

Dyson.
God of suction, brooding, purple and red.

Extendable hose.
Coiled grey wire.

Remove these irritant strays from my head.
From the bed.
From the desk.
From my clothes.
From the road.

OH gOOdd
Now i can dispose of them, thanks to the easy-open dust-collection chambery thingy. NO LOSS of suction

joy

gerrid

My name
is djerrud
I hope
you die

I'm afraid that this KierenJay character has ****** with my sensibilities and if one thing is true, it is that you don't **** with another man's sensibilities. I am going to tell my uncle on you, KJ, and he's a priest, so he'll get the Pope on your ass.

I've reprted that post for clear breach of copyright.

Expect the police on your case within the hour.

Ah... your latest work.

Personally, I prefer your earlier stuff. It was more rough and ready, and had a much more ambiguous outlook on the finer aspects of life. I feel that at some point in your lyrical career, however, about 11:00 this morning, you sold out to the fame world.

There's some unfortunate yet blatent product placement in your most recent poem that I just can't ignore. You leave me no choice...

Reported.

Nevertheless, I've reported him both to MI5 and the British ethics committee. They should be having "words" with him soon.

A geek high
a social low
downloading the music
from Halo
close the curtains
lock the doors
search on kazaa
for 'anime whórés'
destroy all friends
girlfriend; forget her
get out the table
it's time for warhammer

Very topical.

I did some further digging on this KieranJay character - found a secret link when I clicked on his name. Turns out he's a self confessed armed communist with 17 posts - probably all stationed tactically around the British border, primed for attack. The sicko.

He's also advertising cheap games - at obvious competition to Special Reserve. How nasty. I reckon he should get himself sorted out first before he starts taking the moral highground with his lectures about copyright fraud.

KieranJay - you're busted.

KieranJay wrote:
> Goodnight.
>
> KJ

Why are you going to sleep at 10:47 in the morning?