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Thank you! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by The Comedian
Homecoming Dance
No need to worry Mom or Dad.
She didn't want to go,
But had Bill Johnson wanted to,
It's something she'd not mind to do.
He was too busy though.
When Bill asked Sarah to the dance,
That didn't seem quite right.
It doesn't matter anyway.
Another guy will come someday
And they'll dance through the night.
We danced for the first time at homecoming
I wasn't much of a partner having never danced before
You were gracious to put up with me
And a slow dance was the only thing that I could manage
I think sometimes about the ones who were skilled at dancing
And knew just how to party and "get down"
Now their marriages have failed and their children used as pawns
And we're still together after all these years
So I thank you for your love and for my children
For my home and for the memories that we share
But I'll never forget that homecoming moment
When we put our arms around each other and slow danced
Pendragon
9/21/2011
What the hell is a homecoming dance?
I didn't attend it; I had no chance.
And when the girls smiled I felt miles behind.
Today's the last day. Any last-minute entries?
Here we go!
Dark Muse: A darker take on the Homecoming vanity.
YesNo: Felt almost like it was pulled right from the mind of a teenager.
Pendragon: This felt very honest and touching. Well done.
jajude: Short but not too sweet. I liked the bitterness.
And the winner is...
Pendragon! You're up!
Thank you very much, Moonbird, and congrads to all my fellow poets on truly wonderful entries!
The new subject is, in honor of the season, A Haunting
Contest ends November 5th. Good luck!
His life became parched of
tears and,
like a haunting,
he became a ghost
in his own home.
It Is Not the Darkness I Fear
It is not the darkness
which I fear,
it's solitude has always
spoken to me in a way
I have welcomed openly,
but as Ligeia I have sought
to penetrate its secrets.
Now what was revealed
never can I be blind to,
no it is not the darkness
white I fear, but I have
discovered there are things
which live there
waiting eagerly
hungry eyed
and salivating
for those wandering souls
who have ventured
too far to turn back.
While others sleep
safely in their beds
unaware that the night is alive
with the unseen,
I know they are there
and they can feel me breathing
awaiting for the moment
when they may steal
away with my still beating
heart.
No, believe me
when I tell you truthfully
that it is not the dark I fear,
but it is the ones who dwell
in the shadows which
make me shudder
as I wave good-bye
to the vanishing light.
There is a creature that has no eyes
Eyes ripped from bloody sockets
And replaced with stones
Cold
Unblinking
Unseeing
Seeing all
There is a creature that has no face
Like chunks of meat, mutilated
Shredded and clawed
Ears hang in ribbons
Flesh rotting away
Blackening
Sick with decay
To dirt, to worms
There is a creature that has no soul
Blown away in the wind
Wispy
Delicate
Like tissue paper
As the sun sits bleeding
And dying crows wail
There is a creature that lives in death
Animation suspended
Choked off, life corrupted
Tainted, stained
Ripped open
Sewn together
Mutated
Ravenous
As it eats
And Then It Fell
A beetle buzzes overhead.
Both Tom and Bill should be in bed.
The storm torments the moonless night.
The attic never had good light.
Tom says, "The devil likes to creep
Around your soul while you're asleep.
He saves the scary shapes for fun.
He'll get your soul when he is done."
"That buzzing beetle bothers me,"
Bill says, "It bounces aimlessly.
Its noise annoys me. Why don't you
Just claim it is the devil, too?"
Tom's index fingers aim a cross.
"Release that bug!" They're at a loss
Explaining why the buzzing stops.
The light bulb flickers till it pops.
The beetle falls upon the floor.
The boys rush out the attic door.
Are beds a safer place to hide
When beetles want to get inside?
I'm going to wrap up this contest a day early, since no one has posted for sometime. First, a big thank you to all who submitted poems!
breathtest A short but great little poem!
That is how I've felt for a long time now. There's more than one kind of haunting...Quote:
he became a ghost
in his own home.
Dark Muse
Loved the repeating line that underscores exactly where the fear lies in this case of a haunting!
YesNoQuote:
no it is not the darkness
white I fear, but I have
discovered there are things
which live there
waiting eagerly
hungry eyed
and salivating
for those wandering souls
who have ventured
too far to turn back.
Interesting approach, kind of "a logical explanation for everything" and a touch humorous at the same time! Nice!
But the winner is: (drumroll) moonbird!Quote:
"That buzzing beetle bothers me,"
Bill says, "It bounces aimlessly.
Its noise annoys me. Why don't you
Just claim it is the devil, too?"
I really loved your description of the creature, detail following upon detail.
Great stuff! And moonbird, you're up!:hurray::hurray::hurray:Quote:
There is a creature that has no eyes...
There is a creature that has no face...
There is a creature that has no soul...
There is a creature that lives in death...
Woops. Ninja'd by the conclusion... Mine wasn't much anyway :D Congrats Moonbird!
Thank you, Pendragon! I will start thinking of the next subject...
Sorry for the delay. The next subject will be...
Controversial Issues
By this I mean for you to choose an issue which has caused heated debates recently to write about. For example, I recently read an excellent poem about abortion. Politics, religion, war... Whatever you choose, the more scandalous the better.
Deadline November 30. Good luck!