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10th Poetry Competition

Where are you, Poets, that a Hero dies
Unsung? He who, when Duty brought too soon
His billet of rest toiled on till he had won
The countersign of Glory?

A plea for pomes!

An Author Addiction
And Awful Affliction
Avoiding Any Actual
Artistic Achievement

Alliteration in poetry can be very effective, and overdone can be amusing. Any form will do, but a minimum of eight lines please. The theme is gem stones or precious metals but please include some awesome alliteration!

Submit your scribbles, or even gorgeous gems in a post or on this thread by Midnight, 19th May 2011

The Ballad of Brave Monty Mouse: The Flood

It rained and rained, and in the nest,
They shook their duvets sadly.
The damp was dire, and all were stressed;
The mice were faring badly.

Hips, haws, and berries for their needs
Were in the grain store dank.
‘Twas also full of mildewed seeds,
Monty’s spirits sank.

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Just playing with words

Sainsbury’s Loss

I’m lost without my list;

I’m a bit miffed –

in fact I’m cut adrift.

I must’ve left it on the shelf

or dropped it in the lift

in my haste, perhaps

at the end of my shift ?

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A dry Spring

A rather dark view on the approaching northern Hemisphere Spring, it’s short so I decided to illustrate it.

It’s dry
The drought persists.
The rains have passed us by
Another summer missed.

The Gods
Ignore our prayer,
Salvation from the clouds.
It must be Spring somewhere.

Pee Fever

I must get up for a pee again, to the dowly pee must I hie,
And all I ask if I fall or slip no mar to veer forbye,
And the real kick the wind’s strong and the night hails its breaking,
And a fey frist my dreams replace, and a blay drawn aching.
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God save our national team

Roses are red
Violets are blue
These challenges I dread
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6th Poetry Competition

Well I’m pleased and flattered, with the result of the 5th, especially as I managed to turn Stephen Hawking into Stephen Hawkin in the first one (you would not believe poetic license I suppose?).
For the next event I propose “A Parody” (not that many of the previous entries have not been inadvertently that), but this should be deliberate and should target some piece that is recognizably pompous, maudlin or melodramatic (or all three).
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