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Nice going, Hillwalker! :hurray::hurray::hurray:
They say the eyes never lie,
That they are the windows of the soul
Why then do serial killers get away with even one murder
Why do politicians get reelected year after year
Why are 50% of Americans divorced
Why do people believe in impossible things
If the eyes never lie?
Pendragon
10/1/10
dead on
last I saw mom
in the morgue
her eyes were shut
she doesn’t ever again
want to see the man
she married
when my father passed
his eyes were open
still trying to figure out
where it all went wrong
a psychic sees me
and says girl your eyes
not symmetrical
your parents don’t
get along
it’s true
the eyes
never lie
Eyes
I look deep into your eyes.
To very depth of your soul.
Your eyes are like the ocean.
With a glint of a ripple in a whirlpool.
Your soul is on show for all to see.
Your raw emotions are available to.
Your eyes never lie to me.
I can see right through them.
Yez
De facts ain’t what dey used to b
‘Fact, they seem a fallacy
De facto checking don’t mean a thing
Factoids turn factz upon a clvr spin
People, now
Dey’z diff’rent
De eyez sez yez
Tho’ de word is no
The eyez sez yez
Tho’ u havta go
U blow me wit yr elan
U blow me with diz melan-
chollie
Izzit true
De eyez nvr lie?
Her face is porcelain
Like a doll with cheeks blushing, blushing
Her proportions perfect
Her beauty not fleeting, fleeting
She is humble and kind
To everyone she’s friendly, friendly
So everyone follows
Her crowd is adoring, adoring
But the eyes never lie.
She dances in blue
Spinning around, laughing, laughing
Her friends gather
Attracted by her glow, shining, shining
Her smile shines, they say
Her life is perfection, perfection
She twirls through life
Dependent and beautiful, beautiful
But the eyes never lie.
They pretended not to see
That her eyes were empty, empty
The pain of loneliness
Reflected in their darkness, darkness
The edges crinkled in laughter
But shined with tears invisible, invisible
But they saw only the joy
And her gorgeous reality, reality
Their eyes always lying.
She lay in her satin bed
Her eyes blank and staring, staring
They were empty and dead
Behind them there was nothing, nothing
But no one saw the difference
Between her eyes dead or living, living
Because as she lived her eyes
Told the truth of her dying, dying
For the eyes never lie.
They found her alone, above
The fallen chair spinning, spinning
A taught rope held up her shadow
On the floor was dancing, dancing
They didn’t know why
Why she ended perfection, perfection
Their wax tears left empty eyes
While they were questioning, questioning
But the eyes never lie.
Snake Eyes
Snake eyes on the table
for a moment
time freezes
and all the glam and glitz
begins to fade away,
just a facade,
left standing alone
as all your friends
from moments ago
turn away, with the blond,
brunette, and little red head,
how quickly tempers change
now you are just another
low-life looser
in their opportunist eyes.
You rode out the wave
of the high-stakes life
now denied entry behind
the illusionary golden gates
of glory and fame, it only
took the blink of an eye
to loose your grasp
upon the golden key,
on the unforgiving velvet
where so many dreams
have shattered,
ambitions built upon
crumbling hope
fallen like pillars of salt.
No longer admitted
into the inner sanctum
you see the ugliness
which lies behind that
beautiful honeyed life
of which you once strived,
slammed back into reality,
left with only the shame
that you sold your soul
only to be snake-bit.
The Eyes Can Never Lie
I stole some words to make you warm
and told you beauty's in the soul,
then she walked by with fulsome breasts,
a casual toss of head, a smirk,
a skirt two hipshakes could knock off,
a lovely turn of cheeks....
You saw me sigh.
The eyes can never lie.
Well, the deadline has crept past almost unnoticed. Thanks everyone for your entries, and it was great to see some new faces on here flexing their muscles.
It was also a pleasure to read such a varied set of poems on a fairly cliche'd theme (my fault there).
Pendragon - very wry observation; you ask quite pertinent questions that suggest most people are not in fact very good at spotting the lies hidden behind certain people's eyes
Haunted - you got my attention from the first two lines; and I admire the imaginative twist that leads to such a powerful ending
zoolane - quite a delicate poem but with a very telling final two lines. I keep returning to these lines - such a neat spin on 'seeing right through' someone as well as 'seeing through one's own eyes'
mingdilly - a welcome bit of street poetry or rap; and very skillful use of internal rhyme - especially 'fact'/'de facto'/'factoids' - original indeed
AdoreroDio - I liked where this ended up, but the journey was rather bumpy in places. Much as I enjoyed the repetition, it did become rather distracting as one passed the half-way point. I felt the poem would have had more impact had it been trimmed back - but there are some lovely images here.
Haunted - such an original take on the theme of the comp. And that clever closing line referring back to the snake eyes right at the start was nicely done.
Silas Thorne - ah, the curse of the wandering eye. A shrewd little poem; self-deprecating and witty - loved the image of 'a skirt two hipshakes could knock off'.
So - a difficult task to pick the best from such a diverse collection. But I had to go with the poem that captured my imagination most effectively..... and the closing pair of lines in a deceptively simple poem means this month's prize goes to
zoolane - congratulations to the winner, and thanks everybody else for providing some memorable reading.
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Wow Thank you so much I never expected to win. All the entries are great poems. I will back with next one soon.
Subject
'' Secret piles of love letters'' Closing date is 3 weeks from now which is 13th of November.
There is a pile of love letters
that I hide beneath my bed.
Cause if my daddy found them,
I surely would be in trouble.
It's a secret! my lover tells me,
one that I cannot even share.
though my love for him is strong.
only three more years then it ends,
His daughter sits beside me though
and indeed she is my sister, my perfect bestie friend...
This one's a little different than the stuff I usually write -- it's emotive and angry. But what the hell?
Here Is Why I'll Never Believe Anything You Say
Dad. I never told you
that I found your old box
of lies. Correspondence
with the woman downstairs --
collected over trips,
to your private P.O.
Like a coward, I read
one of those old letters --
I only made it past
the first line before I. . .
Stopped.
2 Great entries so far thank Skia and Comedian
They lived together
Their cottage was small
You wouldn't think there
Was a cottage at all
There came quite a storm
It flattened the trees
But their house stood firm
With greatest of ease
Then there was a quake
Which troubled the ground
But the house stood firm
Unlike some around
She asked him one day,
"Our home you did make,
But how does it stand
With nary a shake?"
Shook he then his head
For what else will come,
Asking such questions
Of secrets at home?
He went for a walk
She went for a dig
He felt the tremors
Oh boy they were big...
She yelled, "What are these?
All hidden below?
They speak all of love
And love's afterglow!"
He said, "Don't you take
Out any of those!
My secret love let-
ters hold up the house!"
It was far too late.
The tsunami hit
The couple was lost
Their home was a pit.
So never forget
The piles you suspect
May hold up the house
You try to protect.
When I was 6 I was feverish and couldn't sleep
While you just slept comfortably
As I worked hard to please you
You just yelled and hurt me
When I stood first in class
You said that I didn't do much
When I tried to do my hair and look beautiful
You said that my sister Emy is prettier than I
And now, here I am and there you are
I went away and you grew alone.
When I needed you , you weren't there. But
when you need me you would always find me around , mom !
I tried to be emotionless
but i was full of undescribed emotions
I tried to not love you
But you always moved my heart
Dearest Mom !
You threw my heart while I held yours tenderly
You gave me harsh words while I sang Mother's song .
You tore me apart and yet
I loved you
I saw my granddad cry
Never though I'd see such a strong man break down
It was the anniversary of Grandma's passing
And he sat there in his big armchair
With a pile of yellowed, ancient letters
Concentrated messages of love
From long ago
Reliving the memories of young love lost
Looking forward to their meeting again
Heaven holds no tears
Pendragon
11/1/10
postmarked 1948
he says it’s sacred
so they must...must keep it
their sweet little secret
whenever she misses him
she lays on a bed of letters
this is where he is
when he is not here
as soon as her eyes close
she can feel the steel tip
his love infused fountain pen
pushing hard and harder
into the exquisite stationery
leaving one unmistakable
pregnant chad
afterwards she swoons over
every trace of saliva he left
on the linen envelopes
each sealed with a lie
Six brillant poems so far. Hurry only three days to go!!!!!!!!!
on the back of our first polaroid
tucked beneath the topmost socks
stuck in the toe of my suit-slick shoe
hid behind the toothpaste, taped to the top
of the coffee maker lid
the prize at the bottom of the Wheaties
on the back of our last polaroid
paranoid anticipation
fixation for letters and words
for lines of "World Enough
and Time"
tucked into the notes on my phone
on my laptop
on my mind, in my mind
I'm
haunted and possessed by
scraps that mean the world
because they
come from
you.
FALL
Fiery leaves
confetti the grass, bleaches
and parchments the
fiery hues of fall
First gold, then green
A heart’s bud a-flower
Love lettered from
the hand of the Maker
An open secret
Of eternity written in the heart
Reduced to piles, (secret) piles
Of love letters
Lots of great poems and closing time is 9 pm UK time. Thank you
Thank you to all who enter, they all great poems.
Skia: The poem is very unique twist because it about naive young girl with being seduced by love. Best line His daughter sits beside me though
and indeed she is my sister, my perfect bestie friend...
Comedian: I actual really like this poem because it remind of a young boy realize how has Grandfather has feeling of love to.
Autolycus: it sort suggest house cards but great concept.
Hoope: This wonderful poem is full of remorse I think on the daughter part. She deeply hurt by her mom treat as child. It was lovely touch of little verse of her letter. Best lines are: I tried to be emotionless
but i was full of undescribed emotions
I tried to not love you
But you always moved my heart
Pendragon: This one remind of my grandad. It lovely poem of heartbreak of a Eldery man yearn of hes 1st love. Best lines are:Reliving the memories of young love lost
Looking forward to their meeting again
Heaven holds no tears
Haunted: I like this remind scene from ww2 film I have recently seen it very of love once gone it hope of return soldier. Best lines are:afterwards she swoons over
every trace of saliva he left
on the linen envelopes
each sealed with a lie
Krymsonkyng: Not sure about this one, it remind of moved house. best lines are:on the back of our first polaroid
tucked beneath the topmost socks
Mingdilly: I really like this one lots due to fact that start with autumn setting and gentle end in a 'secret plie of love letters. Best lines are: Love lettered from
the hand of the Maker
An open secret
Of eternity written in the heart
The Winner is HOOPE well done it the dear mom bit that got most.
I would like thank you all for enter and they few are really good ones which do I know well readed time and time again.
Congrats hoope!!!
WoW :).. I really didn't think i would make it .. especially after seeing Pendragon ,Haunted and the rest of the poems which were so good.
Thanks you guys and thank you Zoolane.. so am suppose to put the next ssubject , yea?
Who can deny the heartbreak and the great forgiveness in this! Congratulations!Quote:
Originally Posted by hoope
Thanks alot Prince :)
The next subject would be :
You'll never walk alone
Edit : I forgot to put the deadline ..
It will be on 3rd of December Friday :)
Good luck for all
Promises Made to Be Kept
When the valleys grow dark with the shadow of Death
When the mountains grow too steep to climb
When all of your rivers flow at flood stage
When the stars seem to fall from the skies
When the wolf's at the door and the howling grows loud
When you feel life's just passing you by
When you feel isolated even when in a crowd
When the tears flow like rain from your eyes
I'll stand by you through good times and bad
Through heartaches, through laughter, through groans
You'll have me beside you till death do us part
Baby, you'll never walk all alone
Pendragon
The faster that you run from it
the quicker that it catches up
Moonshine in a mason jar
Sunshine in a coffee cup
The sooner that you deal with it
the further that you drive it back
Dirty skies and clouds of white
Purest seas and sails of black
The story grows in time with time
The rhythm, with each tired tread
Hunted, haunted, carried, kept
bound and tied with your own thread
Here and After
You sit alone before the still light,
an ember that still burns
within the beating heart
for what time has taken,
yet a flame that will never die.
And as the winds blow
a voice still sings,
your name upon window fog.
Is it madness! A caress
in an empty room?
To dream while you are awake?
She smiles invisible,
yet still more real than the sun,
a memory more than the photos
on the wall, or a fleeting
sometimes fading thought.
She dances the waltz
to music that manifests
at her fingertips and you
watch the subtle vibration,
laughter more than bird song.
But no trespass will she broker
for death alone cannot part
the weded soul, alas you are
hers forever more, and she is
yours here and after.
Three good posts so far ..
One more week .. deadline on next week Friday 3rd Dec.
I know you love me Joan,
although you're shy to say it.
You'll never walk alone.
So, I was at your home.
Although you won't dare to say it,
I know you love me Joan.
Although you cuss and moan
and tell me sternly to 'go git!',
you'll never walk alone.
With your face hard as stone
and mine all covered in your spit,
I know you love me Joan.
Please do not b itch or groan
or fly into a screaming fit.
You'll never walk alone.
You got some people on your phone,
now I'm inside this cell; said that we've split,
but I know you love me....
Joan?
Will you ever walk alone?
The one who's always on your mind
Is always with you even though
It looks as if you're left behind
And sorrow's seeds are all you'll find
When spring tells you it's time to sow.
Thanks for everyone who took part .
Pendragon : I liked your poem.. The use of WHEN. in each line was just so inspiring and how the poems ends that is wonderful .
When you feel isolated even when in a crowd
When the tears flow like rain from your eyes
krymsonkyng: Good poem ....I liked this line .
The sooner that you deal with it
the further that you drive it back
Dark Muse: wonderful participation Dark Muse, i enjoyed reading it alot.
To dream while you're awake .... a line that capured me .
Silas Thorne: There is so much love in it .. and u can sense it . Lovely poem
Lines i loved ...
With your face hard as stone
and mine all covered in your spit,
I know you love me Joan
YesNo: Simple but very meangingful.. Good poem.
All the poems were just great.. i was confused who to choose.. and maybe i wanted more than one to win ..
GREAT POEMS ALL.. THANK YOU ...
BUT
THE WINNER IS
DARK MUSE
There is something special about your poem.. And i wont forget
To dream while you're awake
And as the winds blow
a voice still sings,
your name upon window fog.
Is it madness! A caress
in an empty room?
GOOD LUCK FOR ALL
Thank you very much!
Way to go, Dark Muse!:):):)
Thank you!
Ok, the next subject is "Ice Queen"
Deadline Dec. 25th.
Well done, Dark Muse! And a great Christmas topic! :)
hoope: I'm not sure if there is any love in that poem though, more likely obsession. ;) The narrator is Joan's ex-lover and now an unwanted stalker. I thought that might have come through. Oh well.
Thank you!Quote:
Originally Posted by Silas Thorne
By day I fight the dragons, miss.
By night I still don't get that kiss.
I thought some love would grow.
I know those beastly dragons well.
I've sent some dozens off to hell,
But now I don't know how to tell
If you should also go.