#pbacontest

[nathensurman]

And the winner is....

Second!???! SECOND!!!! - haha, just kidding - I am tha-rilled! at that result

Also, to all the other entrants, great submissions - loved reading them all (particularly readyfornothing's )

Bring on the next challenge Ashley!

[lzlabs]

MMM…

I was floating on soft feather clouds

in pastel colors

lofted into fluff space or melted marshmallows

hungry, hungry dream

I can hear the snap, crackle, pop

this dream is so sweet

feeling and tasting a rice crispy treat

[readyfornothing]

Race the clock.

There is no thought

as to what I must do.

When is our time up?

Because I want to be with you.

Whisper sweet nothings

and let the bull shit fly.

You're like a drug

that gets me high.

Last but not least.

You are beauty.

I am the beast.

Let's run away

together

and live happily ever

after.

I know this may

not  last forever

but I'm willing to

give it a try.

[lyricfountain]

No.1 With a bullet

People scoff at the rhyming verse

The call it gay - as if gay were a curse

Do they not see it all around?

(It's called a song if you add some sound..)

Freddy Mercury wrote poems every day

And he wasn't...um... well, anyway

I guess the point i'm trying to make

Is that poetry's everywhere - no mistake!

Are there platinum hits on Tumblr? You bet!

They just haven't been put to music yet....

[lyricfountain]

Endgame

There's a devil playing chess with us

Two hearts the prize

It grins sardonically

As we ponder the next move

Pawns diminished

                       Bishops fallen

Can the pieces we hold stem unruly outcome as all we hold true

Sits pensive on black and white?

 - Black and White -

A Kings court split in furrowed array, conflicted from the start

My Love, My Queen,

How unfair our fate, beset by those

Who follow paths at odds from Dawn rising

            To deepest Night

At a glance, no strategy you or I could ever devise can

Deliver us from sorry end

And yet,

The game is afoot - Checkmate looms

Who would chance a win against the agents of Hate?

Only those in Love

Only Us

[lyricfountain]

Erratum

I saw a poets competition, I thought I'd have a go

For as my clever mother says "My boy, you never know"

So long and hard I pondered at what subject I could choose

Heartbreak? nah, that's so cliché and frankly overused

Perhaps I could do a piece about the trials of youth

But mine was oh so long ago, I don't recall the truth

Hmmm, how about Haiku

                 Though I never quite learned

                 How to set the lines out right

                 Five-seven-five in turn

While I pondered all the choices that I may well pursue

I accidentally pressed 'SUBMIT'

                                       I guess this one will do....

[readyfornothing]

Talking to myself

Look into my eyes.

They tell a story.

Tell me what you see.

Is it you

or is it me

?

I stare into your

light blue orbs,

seeing past your soul...

but in the end

it's just a reflection

of a person

who knows none

of what she needs to..

.

Looks are deceptive.

No time to question

what that really means.  

What you've heard

and what you've seen

may be  me

but it may be

a figment of

your imagination

.

Whether it be real

or fake

I can't deny

my  fate.

I can stare and stare

but I won't understand.

I choose not to..

I rather be lied to

than given the

awful truth

.

The truth may be awful

but at least

it's the truth.

The proof of a

life that has lived

a horrible life.

But the secrets

are hidden

as her eyes

are ridden

with misery and pain.

.

[blackhairedmetalhead]

A King Among Men

For which purpose were my feet, Planted on this terra firma? When is it that I will meet, The end of my purpose in dilemma? Why do I walk, what makes me think, Why is the need to feel so sharp? In sands of time my feet will sink; Why is this end to be so stark? When will time for me go by, How will I know, my time has come? Shall I see my own soul fly, Lifted up from my eyes to become, Just another corpse among mortals, Lifeless, soulless, quiet and dumb? Sinking low past the corals, In some sea where I will sink, mum? Why does the wind blow on my face; The rains seem to love me dearly, The wispy clouds like strands of lace, I am nature's own, clearly, But wherein is my purpose then, What must I do or die for? I am not a mere mortal among men, Lion-like, I am meant to roar. But which jungle can I claim, Where shall I stalk my stealthy prey, And put all splendor to little shame, There can only be one king today.