Subject Poetry Contest.

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.

H

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.