Sorry about the delay everyone, I have been away since Thursday night and have only just found time to post this. Home tomorrow night though, and I will announce the winner Monday morning (UK time).
PLEASE SEND ME TWO VOTES EACH!!
TWO VOTES EACH....
VOTE FOR TWO POEMS!!!!
1ST THEN 2ND PLACE!
Thank you, and good luck.
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#1
Perfect Strangers
I wish we had stayed perfect strangers
with our hearts evolved to perfection,
we would have always seen the dangers.
of falling in love with reflections,
the illusion that's older than time.
In our minds strange images cast
without essential reason or rhyme
pursuing lust that never lasts
searching for any forbidden fruit
to make us immortal as the gods
that the Greeks shared with mighty Romans.
Eros or Cupid put us at odds
as desires are blind to omens
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#2
Lets Walk Through Hell Together
Temptation burns fire,
rebirthing phoenixes in
purgatories home.
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#3
Forever In My Mind
Delicate paw prints mark grieving hearts
desperate to find solace after crossing the
rainbow bridge. Silent body language echoes
sentiments towards sympathy filled souls. Puppy
love remains an empty shell of a former person,
lost without 'man's best friend'; we all know
cancer is not ambiguous.
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#4
Forever in my Mind:
Broken hearted butterflies swarm the faded sunset
as fallen angels fall from just outside Heaven's pearly gates.
"Jump from the Golden Gate Bridge
or throw yourself from the top
of the Empire State Building.
Don't worry, it'll be alright."
That's what they said to me until
you told me to run, to run from the
beautiful monsters, from all the worded
shrapnel and their unbreakable spells.
I was a walking skeleton,
a mechanical squirrel and
you were a prince -
a king living inside the castle.
We were the perfect strangers,
keeping each other together within a broken world.
Until you introduced me to happiness
as we spoke over coffee and cream
of wheat one Sunday afternoon.
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#5
Fallen Angel
From out my dreams,
you came, and chased away
the blackened edges
of my weary heart
with springtimes promise
for a life renewed.
In summers sun I gloried,
as with wings unfurled
you sheltered me
from rays that sharp
before had branded scars
into my very soul.
But all too soon, I found
your brightness fading
into autumns tattered
drab, as unwilled in my need
I leeched the very best
you always had to give.
Corrupted angel, by my hand
you wilt and dim,
where once you shone
a beacon 'mid the
dark despair of winters
blackest night.
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#6
Angelic Hearts Cannot be Grounded
A wide ranging hunt continues
inside this majestic castle
to recover the perfect solution
to an unbreakable spell
that turned a fallen angel
into a beautiful monster.
It was my own crime of passion
to desire her for myself.
Since I first glimpsed her,
flying free and high above,
she's been forever on my mind.
I thought she was my destiny
but now she is my living hell.
It seemed so appealingly simple:
a sympathetic type of magic
involving mature butterflies
whose lives I did reverse
turning them back to caterpillars;
distilled their essence into a mist,
released in her path to absorb.
Had I understood how loss of flight
left those insects broken hearted
then her own misery could have
been more clearly foreseen,
perhaps avoided entirely,
before her feet crashed to earth.
The disaster that ensued!
All my fault and my cross to bear.
The crazed hysteria that propels her
from postern to battlement
throwing good warriors aside
like straw dolls as she goes,
then leaps outward, upward,
only to crash again in the barbican.
Such fair skin, hair as gold,
eyes radiant as the moon
hands as fearful as a gorgon
and twice the anger to give them
strength in her butchery.
Not a blade can reach her.
Finally, I must do what only I can;
with a single feather I had found
from years before, had treasured,
doted over daily as I watched her,
I dust wings of hundreds, nay,
thousands of captive butterflies!
Walking outside to the battlement
I stand in her path, feather held out;
as she pulls me in to strangle me
I pierce her back with that dusty device
enraging her further, hearing my body
broken even before I feel it shatter.
As my vision dims I see her wings
grow out again - wondrous things!
She falls to her knees, feathers wrap
her round as in a protective cocoon,
in moments they unfurl, beautiful,
in black, gold, silver and white.
She explodes upward to the clouds
an arrow shot from God's bow,
soars mightily for all to behold,
then halts in mid-flight looks down
at the carnage on the ground
and descends - touching each wound
each broken limb restoring them all.
At the end, she comes to me, hovers,
pitying yet cold. She reaches to me;
I feel my body heal, but changed
in ways I could not expect
and yet could not gainsay,
as my shattered limbs retract
absorbed by a body unshaped.
She raises me up into her hand
delicately places me upon a mulberry
and an unbearable hunger takes hold
for leaves to feed this worm body
in hopes that I might survive
and perhaps one day grow wings
that I earn for my self.
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#7
Jump
I used to... doubt.
But all you do is real before me.
You are not invented;
your soul rains on me
and I know when I think
of you, it's not me
hallucinating.
You wash me away, then
love me forward, into you,
crashing
then
rising.
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#8
Evergreen
A godly love blossomed
inside of you - dandelions
and dirty pasts no longer
stain us.
We strive together in
amber fields where we
hold no compass but
each other.
God is everywhere,
planted within our souls,
paved between our days.
He persists while we
cherish
renewal of
life.
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