We have three participants (shame on the rest of you ) and eight poems. You can vote for as many as you like, voting opens now and closes on the 7th of August, at which time the author of the winning poem will be revealed and awarded an e-trophie and 50000 +rep.
Since life kissed me on the lips,
it showed me the sweet taste of bitterness.
My sun went through an eclipse,
letting stars show the way to happiness.
Time knocked on the door, no hello.
It told me about the taste of goodbye,
saying hey, lemons are always yellow;
you have to taste to know the reason why.
It is the bittersweet flavor of life,
fresh, within my heart mesmerizing.
So splendidly Full of serenity and strife.
It is either devastating or tranquilizing.
2: in which a bus is ridden
A city communes as shoulders bump
Scents unknown, sun flashes and the world sways
House of voices oddly restrained, still loud
Dance to stay upright, journey’s metaphor
Inverted possession of the city
Leaves fly as pages turn
All bodies in sympathetic motion
Abstract from interiority to be found in a can full of strangers and so to discover my self in the address of another.
3: Trivialize the Bribe (please look the other way)
Harboured, Harvard-ed, wondered and hardened -
Vocalize the life and the lies that you've harvested.
Caught up in wreaths,
Let innocent lips bequeath (or tease;)
Formulate a familiar breadth.
Any bit of love that is left harms the unprepared heart.
Let liveries lie on hauled hearth;
How hanging lists loathe them all...
Prepare expenditures with vast breaths
And keep that frozen.
Let it cool from within;
Don't be without cover (save with your lover,)
Scorn for your brother (and don't mention the other.)
Entreat vast fortunes
On reins gilded grey,
Golden and splayed,
Worked in heat and played.
Drafts! Attempts in assistance:
Cold from below; around each edge; the tops of those bare heads.
Heady delight longing for life (but no light,)
For fear to be enunciated.
Let creaks truly speak
Dimly and free, (refuse whispers to me.)
Triumph far reaching;
Condescending weaves dreams.
Wonder bears trees (and leaves undescended.)
A haughty monument to heavy monoliths-
A breath-bated seed-
Reluctance to speed (and forgetful needs.)
Catch what's in store...
- Forlorn hearts sworn
- And dregs in chores.
And intelligence shod:
The rupture of nearly all
On unsteady shores.
Animadversion in a breath
Animosity’s spirit obtaining
5: We partake in philosophical trysts - (divinely shaped fillicles)
Forbidden fur in times, now sad,
What is lost and what I had,
Search in cans and shower drains,
France and Asia, timelessly age.
Obscurity hinting at harder minds;
Red inner fumes, my face now find.
Hardened blades of steel nullified,
Names scratched carelessly, temporarily inscribed.
Down South: Let our voyage take us!
With yellow birds in the form of man,
These hands will grip naught of Nair
And draw, magnetically, no steel stare.
Freedom in days may as well be had,
With doppleganger me, still sitting sad.
And with all baby faced, too, sitting in stead,
We toast in 'Round Robin, The Grand: La Moustache!
6: Glass Heart
When you invade my mind,
I desperately try to lie, but fail.
I look for a sanctuary I cannot find,
for I am the one you always trail.
My skin is see-through.
I am naked before your eyes.
I am the only thing true
and free of sought-after lies.
Tell me it is all right my lass;
words that will never scatter,
since my heart is that of glass.
Tell me that does not matter.
7: Forget me not
As my face is haunting blue,
and my hands start to rot,
I am long gone from you,
so I left you this forget-me-not.
I wonder whether you cried
and revived me in memory a lot.
Although my heart aches if you tried,
but please forget me not.
It is sweet in scent, beautifully sad,
short-lived like a butterfly being caught,
and told this is an enough life you had.
That is the fate of a forget-me-not.
Although as my lips are icy blue,
a yellow glow lights my heart,
with your love, I’m able to cross through.
Take care of my forget-me-not.
8: Swell, Had the Tropical Nites
Swell were the Tropical Knights -
Irate as they contemplate.
Firm with forms and fur with horns;
Bamboo shanks in hand, they eviscerate.
Dwell in hot Earthen Lights -
Turn, in good time, and burn.
Lips sealed in flame, drip 'til they're tamed;
Store those secrets in urns.
Loud was the short Formless Fight -
Wail as they're harmlessly felled.
Drink fair and free; wince heavily;
Burn our now uneeded sails.
This post has been edited by kweh!: 28 July 2010 - 02:04 PM