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Please vote for your favourite poem from the five below. Simply mark in the appropriate option. I will let you know in a weeks time who the winner is. I know my favourite - whats yours?
Bobby
List of Entries for Poetry #68 Competition
Entry 1
You cough and sniff to disguise the true emotion
when hushed tears fall with more eloquence,
but I appreciate your constant effort and devotion
regarding avoidance of a public commotion,
to protect me from the damning evidence.
You cough and sniff. To disguise the true emotion,
I too partake of the poison, a physick’s potion
when I see you suffer sickly consequence.
But I appreciate your constant effort and devotion,
such masquerade, slicked thick like lotion,
the tell-tale signs of an inner malevolence
you cough and sniff to disguise. The true emotion
swells within like surf will burst upon the ocean
on an incoming tide spumed with iridescence,
but I appreciate your constant effort and devotion
and just as the sea serves a moonlit notion
I am drawn to your pain and worldly ailments.
You cough and sniff to disguise the true emotion
but I appreciate your constant effort and devotion.
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Entry No 2
Widow’s Villanelle
Beneath the darkness of the upper floors
she stands and smiles, and waves though on her own
with stillness there behind each door.
Without him, no call for those devoted chores,
the failing blood, no aid to aging bone
beneath the darkness of the upper floors.
That one is left is the unnatural flaw,
the endless nights, the tiring days alone
with stillness there behind each door.
The hush of twilight, that and little more,
few visitors, a crouching silent phone
beneath the darkness of the upper floors.
Once we depart, well fed, the house is yours,
an empty nest, the children fully grown
with stillness there behind each door.
The future, what remains she must endure,
the layered emptiness, the silent tone
beneath the darkness of the upper floors
with stillness there behind each door
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Entry 3
Write Fright
I fear the villanelle.
Among the forms that rhyme,
it’s my poetic hell.
A scheme that fails to gel
is true poetic crime.
I fear the villanelle.
Would I could write one well
before I’m past my prime.
It’s my poetic hell.
The best tale I could tell
would ridicule sublime.
I fear the villanelle.
Alas, how long I dwell
in pit too deep to climb.
It’s my poetic hell.
My words will never sell.
I’ve wasted all this time.
I fear the villanelle.
It’s my poetic hell.
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Entry 4
Night’s Final Pair
The silence of our promise leaves us bare
and quiet whispers gather in the dew
when you and I become night’s final pair.
Love’s shards sliced hard across my studied stare
and suddenly the worst of me you knew.
Now the silence of your promise leaves me bare
when only recourse left is take the dare
a way to make amends, now past due,
when you and I become night’s final pair.
Accusations hung amid the squalid air
a catalogue of falsehoods that we drew,
a silence in my promise leaves you bare.
You know you can’t resign as love’s lone heir–
no path back home will substitute for you
when you and I become night’s final pair.
The quiet of the dark we’re drawn to share
a love that from the ashes finally grew.
The silence of our promise leaves us bare
when you and I become night’s final pair.
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Entry 5
Tread harshly upon mother earth
Beneath a mantled sky of carbon;
Disregard the womb of human birth
Is this not what it is really worth
Sad wealth for shares of poison;
Tread harshly upon mother earth
In all of space, she is the only hearth
For the conquerors of planet alien;
Disregard the womb of human birth
Greed is the evil root of future dearth
Leaving a dry legacy of profit toxin;
Tread harshly upon mother earth
Let Swiss accounts increase in girth
Nature’s blessed as the garbage bin;
Disregard the womb of human birth
Little lives follow hollow mirth
Being a cog’s as easy as greasy sin;
Tread harshly upon mother earth
Disregard the womb of human birth
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