Readers Choice March '06
 

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PM me or Maleficent with the submissions....which we will Number, and copy to the thread. In the last week I will place a poll....2 if required....and the voting begins.

#1

Naturally

Awake again,
the love you send,
pulls me from
my dream
Here with me,
is where you be,
home is what
it seems
Alone again,
naturally,
was written
in a song,
as one
the same,
alone together,
is what
I chose
to sing
Dreaming dreams,
I daydream of,
the time we spent
together,
you know
the word,
I chose to
rhyme
your eyes
can't match
another

#2


the heap of shedded garments
swallowed by ravenous white
icy fingers draw out a gasp
as wind blown strands expose
this face, tired and resigned

laughter once along the shores
lost even from these hazel eyes
tears mingle with falling rain
waves of salty mist beckon as
to the horizon footsteps fall

with no last glance behind
venus returns to the sea

#3

No fools errand this walk I take
tripping on pebbles of wandering thought
never it seems the time for a break
knowing my stumbling fall wont be caught
paved with my faults, and descisions I make
'round the next bend is seen what I sought
only to find the treasure is fake
worth half the price, this lesson I bought
still I will travel for wanderings sake
try not to worry and become distraught
none of my staggering trips a mistake
no fools errand when lessons are taught

#4

Rain fell, refracted through car headlight and the blue flash
Of the police lights, and the memory of a sound
Kind of like a scream and kind of like a heavy wave
Thumping the shoreline. The image we left with
Rollerskates and concrete, a horrible velocity,
And watered down blood framing the merge left arrow
Like a halo, Was metaphorical.
She was just a girl, and where her bones collided with the road
Looked just the same the next day
When the workers at the telephone exchange rolled over the place
As it ever did. Around ten, the sandwich van called.
And she was dead, flowers tied to the side of the bridge
That pulled her down. I never really knew her, but I thought
Of her much more when she was dead than when she was here.
Even though it was thirteen years ago now she fell.
I wonder if such an intention ever cut through her mind
Or even half occured, when she hung in the balance
That one time, and fell the wrong way. It's kind of typical
Of me, that I relate to things this way. I feel bad
That I wrote those words, but I let it stand.
It's her legacy, or a tiny fraction of it at least.
Like a grain of sand, a single crystal of grit
Damp and covered in dark, in that layered concrete Square
My father built, what, twenty years ago.
My mother said she was on drugs, but what the fuck would she know?
A guy who's parents knew her parents said it was over a boy
What a price to pay, what a load to bare.
And so she died, broken off, a fractured path
Like a glass riddled with ice, exposed to sudden heat,
The pieces scattered everywhere, and I really couldnt tell you
Even what colour hair she had, if I'm being honest about it.
Rebecca, nothing I could say, would mean a thing, your memory
I wouldnt dare disturb, there is a hole in the world
The shape of you, and no one see's it. Will ever see it.

#5

Yo VIP let’s kick it!

Alright, stop.
Collaborate and listen
Ice can’t find any salt in the kitchen
His heart is feeling mighty tightly
Blood flow harpooned arteries unsightly
Will it ever stop? Yo, I guess so
It’ll be the death of a washed up ho
To the extreme he shakes the salt like a monkey
Blood pressure risin’ and gettin’ kind of funky
Pants go rush to the red meat that looms
Colon blocked up like a pooper that dooms
Deadly, when he eats a dope big mac
Anything less will give him a heart attack
Love it or leave it your rapping ass gains weight
You better hit the doc’s office or the heart won’t play
If there was a junk food, yo Ice needs it
Check out the beat when his heart then eats it.
Salt, Salt, Baby dead cold
Salt, Salt, Baby dead cold
Yo, word to your mother.

#6

A circle squared still has no end,
although a few more turns
This road that I travel on,
the asphalt sometimes burns
A hill to climb, a mountain man
can't seem to see the crest,
even as my steps are slow,
it still feels the best
I run to where I stop a while,
I'm burning up my brakes,
a new shoe in another town,
sometimes is what it takes
I take a drive to places that,
I feel I've been before,
smiling as I step across,
where I've not been before
I dream a dream but it won't let,
me wake to see whats real
I pinch myself again to see,
if I really feel
I swim up stream to keep me self,
above the troubled water
The devil says I know not why,
that you even bother
I stand again upon a crest,
I look toward the sky
I think of where I've been today,
as I let out a sigh
I smile inside, a beam of light,
the candle's bright my friend
The journey that I love to live,
for me will never end

congrats to who won... but is kind of whack having a contest if only 4 people vote in it. (and I didnt vote cos I put a poem up, and I dont think I should vote in it if Im in the contest...)

I think we can vote if we submit ... just vote for what you think is the best :)


BUT... I do agree only 4-5 votes and 120 views ... anyone have ideas on how to encourage voting from those not submitting?

Maybe Edit the opening post when the poll is put up, and Remind viewers to vote?

if you dont think what you put up is best, youre kind of wasting your time, and if you vote for youself, thats kind of bad form... which just leaves the option of trying to work out who wrote what and vite for the person you like best....

This will be the last readers choice anyway....so its really no big deal