HG - Round #3 POEMS

So here are the 4 awesome collaborations! I intended through this topic to bring distant members together by choosing the couples from different clubs.

There is a poem written by ME & a member who lost through the 2nd round but was able to return back to the game by guessing who wrote which winning poem of the 2nd round. Congrats for this SMART contestant ------- the 1st to be able to guess correctly all the names! (Note that the method of guessing won't be eligible in this round, since the 4th round is the final one, and we will only be left with '2' contestants, and because we exceeded the schedule I have put for this contest.)

ENOUGH with talking; Let's read those collaborations!!

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#1 (The orbit of his Life)

an adversary's arrow
struck towards a new Fog-
a mocking-jay

in return, with his beak,
he pecked the septic shaft-
until September

dwindling the fire
blazing from his wings-
the bird soared into the heavens

with flitting breaths
and obscure eyes
infringing death ponds,
he fell astray

right towards the end
of a rocky ocean.

TITLES USED:
- Fog
- September

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#2 (Ensnared Phoenix)

Whenever your arms embrace me
(only in public), you'd bask in my
juvenile enchantment, just like
reserving a sunlounger with a towel.
By the time we reach the doorsill
it usually shrinks to a washcloth.

Although on the onset to myself
I condemn me up to alienation
because I fear venerating you.

My fate has evolved into an
abridged canary you keep extorting-
must I live, small and ringed, around
your thumbs that crowd muliebrity?

Adorning yourself with beauty,
how you unequivocally own me...
But I must ascend toward those
phoenix beckonings,
for rebirth will christen when I
break habits to reinforce who the
original beauty veritably is.

During repression I search for
effigies, that reveal my strength,
but all I manage to do is take
the small outline of dreams and
braid a silhouette, feeding
fragrances of bygone loves.

I wish for time, to slide into sleep
and re-experience unsought
yesteryears, so that my wings
may sprout with me, letting me fly.

I emerge, ripened and apt to envisage
the truth of sailing on liberation,
with nothing but a trail of our
harmonies left to burn evermore.

Yet, I can't endure the power
your memories still bind me by;
morphed into your actions like
cement-induced heartbeats,
I retreat within the cinders...
unable to defy another caress.

TITLES USED:
- Bygone(s)
- You

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#3 (Seeking Shelter)

Sitting with Momma, the same place we always sit
where we eat, talk, sleep, and live,
it's supposed to be our sanctuary;
we call it home, yet, it isn't even a home

Tonight, I will sleep outside, to the closest thing I'd call home
laying there freezing, shivering, counting the number of brittle days
that I pray for sleep to gently extract me and take me away

Thunder roars as the heavens open and rain washes away the crimes of
dirty streets, tapping relentlessly on windows,
while my broken body cries for shelter and tears fall; mixing with the raindrops... still, we strive for survival

Momma and I struggled to do our best
saving each penny that is tossed our way
hoping, praying, for a better day
dreaming of jewels and riches, wishing to cultivate our American dream

Lightning flashes in the distance while the torrential downpour continues
Cold seeps into my soul and I know undoubtedly tonight is just a repeat of the last, a premonition of the next and I will sit between dusk and dawn
praying, with my eyes closed, for a better tomorrow

Momma's arms encircle this bruised body and silently, I weep
this life was not meant for her, for me, for us and yet still,
she constantly glazes me with her unconditional love
I know that somehow, somewhere, at any hour of the day or night,
God will shine down on us and protect us

The rain continues to splatter loudly and the cold storm is inevitable
More lightning streaks while thunder's screams pierce through our bodies
I look to Momma, and I see how weak she has become, while I cover her,
and pray she finds the strength that she has given me

The cold has overtaken her body, gasping instead of breathing,
her eyes close slowly and I search for her icy pulse, life slowly draining
yet her lips part slightly, mumbling a single word: "h-o-p-e."
I nod, tears covering my face, as her eyes close for the final time

Raising my eyes to the heavens
overwhelmed with such loss and grief
somehow though, I know she's watching, listening, protecting,
and so I pray to her, only to her, and whisper,
"The sky's still pink, Momma."

TITLES USED:
- Tonight, I will sleep outside
- Between Dusk and Dawn
- The sky's still pink, Momma

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#4 (Savanna)

Dusk falls as scarlet paints the flower bed.
The chilled air holds an unreachable future
and the stars never twinkle a dream.
In the distance life slips away from her grasp,
for rebels had stripped her of freedom.

Perched upon burdened branches, I supervise
her every absorption as she soaks in redemption.
Unbeknownst to her, I crave that soul to bleed,
to die, to test every ounce of morality I've ever had.

I shan't peak my victory until her final breath is taken.
In sight of forest life, she'll not question my purpose.
In her resting, she'll not clutch dandelion dust on
which she once blew; to keep faith of the spirited,
and the sprightliness to kill, will not surrender on her wings

They gamble on her, because her innocence
mumbles anticipated sounds of triumph.
Her physique resembles the Mockingjay, soaring to
a hopeful heaven; they're ignorantly mistaken.
I will dominate this game as the arena
stays my savanna.

My daggers will sink into her being
and these claws will scratch away her virtue.

Destiny shall rise with the sun, as freedom repents
against her immobilisation.
A voice of crime will dampen the air with
cackled whispers. Unwanted gasps will
prove silent to my ears for,
she is the victim of my hunger.

My eagerness to hunt relies on
the folly of my prey. My grin signals
satanic notions and my laughter evokes
evil into the atmosphere.

The moment is here, and her leg triggers
my trap. She's now dangling by the ankles,
tantalizing me with her savoury aroma.

I attack! Feathers flutter to the ground
as I rip her apart, wing by wing. Blood
sinks under my nails and dyes my skin.
Their symbol for hope now ruined
and reaking with the smell of despair.

TITLES USED:
- Scarlet paints the flower bed
- voice of crime

----------------------------Stay tuned for the results!

Absolutely beautiful work from everyone!

Results are soooon!

Yay!

This round I have 5 Judges not 4 ;)

I'm waiting on one more judge only! wohooo

Gah come on, no more judges. Lol

No no, it's totally better this round, since they are collaborations..... and I am getting totally varied scores!

JUDGE...COME ON -_-