Week 382 (October 5-11) Poems Topic: Blink

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

You have until the 11th of October to post a poem and from the 12th to around the 16th of October, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Blink

Thanks goes to James for suggesting the topic!

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!

[Ryan]

Wow, Kelly! That’s excellent :)

[Thomara]

I'll Try Once More To See
(Acrostic)

I can't remember the last time I saw past myself
Looked at someone else, anyone else, my mom, my brother, my wife, my child
Little would I know I'd blink and it would all change
To the time I was riding my bike as a young boy
Right up until I found myself in this bed, old and frail
Yelling for someone, anyone to see past themselves
Offer me a sign
None would come
Calling with eyes blind to all else
Even I could admit it is still me
Me, me, me
Out of my own head
Ripping through the haze, I need to look
Ephemeral
To see one last time
Or to give in to the world and all its darkened sight
Surely there is a chance to see again
Ethereal
Evermore

-Thomara

[M]

Wexford’s Genie

A pot-bellied coot
with a rank cigar stood in
a doorway and spat.

Eyeing the nearby
alley bar, he belched, “I’ve got
better hooch than that.”

He pulled the cork on
an earthen jug, tipped it up,
took a mighty slug,

and staggered backward
against the door. Then he gasped,
eyes bulging, and swore.

Out of the jug’s mouth
came a genie, young, blonde, in
a pink bikini.

The way she batted
her long lashes and hefted
her firm Double D’s

nearly reduced poor
Wexford to ashes, and all
he could do was wheeze.

The genie murmured,
“I’m ready to play.” Wex had
fainted dead away.

She waved smelling salts
under his nose, but he smelled
worse than all of those.

[Nicky]

Brilliant M, your poems always make me smile !

[M]

Thank you, Nicky!

[Edward]

Title : Pretty Fast
Poet : Edward Davies

Life can go by pretty fast
You’ll miss it if you blink
And if it’s quite significant
Your heart will start to sink

Life can go by pretty fast
It beggar’s all belief
You’re thrown from nought to 85
By the skin of your teeth

Life can go by pretty fast
You’ll lose if you’re asleep
While all around are having fun
You’re busy counting sheep

Life can go by pretty fast
Don’t get it wrong or blow it
Please try to make the most of life;
You’ll die before you know it

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

The contest is ending tonight. I will put up the polls by midnight West Coast time!

Enter while you can. Happy writing!

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They're now up but....

Note: Message to all members will go up later (I am falling asleep!)

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Since a member requested interest in seeing the contest results, here are the members' responses to this week!

In First Place was Pretty Fast by Edward. Awesome!

In Second Place was a three-way tie: Wexford's Genie, I'll Try Once More to See, and In the Blink of a Crime each received a vote for M, Thomara, and Kelly respectively. Also special mention goes to Breslin for her poem Without You.

Thanks to everyone for participating!