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POETRY COMPETITION

PROMPT: Flower

Prize: One Flower Pen
Second Prize: The glory of only being second best

Everyone should enter, even if it’s a terrible lymric, you got to be in it to win it.*
*no wait that’s lotto


RULES:
1. Entries close 11th of March 2012 at Midday (Sydney, Australia time)
2. Pretend it has something to do with the prompt, and if it’s not obvious what it has to do with it, explain it in a footnote
3. 500 words max (it’s a poem not an epic)
4. One entry per person (not per account)
5. You can only vote if you enter
6. Everyone who enters must vote
7. You can’t vote for yourself
8. Only one vote per person (not per account)
9. In the case of a tie it will be decided on by a mod

With apologies to Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in flower
Others say in flower
From what I've tasted of the flower
I hold with those who favour flower
But should it have to perish twice
I think I know enough of flower
To say that for destruction flower
Is also great
And should sufflower.

10. You can change your submission up until the close of the competition (incase you think of something you'd rather submit)*

*this is in no way influenced by Ed's work of art, he just posted faster than my brain realised this might be a problem.

From a germinologists perspective,
A terminalia is plant genitalia.
From a physicists perspective,
It's a superfluous curved surface.
From an agronomists perspective,
A flower means seed-making power.
From an insect's perspective,
An angelica means sweet nectar.
From a junkie's perspective,
A poppy makes wacky toffee.*
From my perspective,
Who gives a shit? I just needed a concept for this forum poem.

*I made that shit up.

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To be judged as objectively as possible this poem must be heard in its original pronunciation by the poet. Which you can find here.

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Flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower
flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower
flower
flower



FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER
flower

One love

Like the Flower You Are

This will be the last time,
I promise myself that each time, but each time is a lie.

I laugh around others,
And tell them how I do it for your winning smile, your warm heart,
But really what sticks in my mind is that look in your eye.

He handles you so delicately,
Like the flower you are,
O princess of mine...

But not just mine.

As you flail and kick and squeak out your desperate cry,
I know.

By all that's holy, I wish I believed you,
But I'm no fool.
Your bodyguard so few today,
Oh, is it that time of month again already?
His venomous grin, those reptile teeth,
And with a flick of his wrist you are draped over his shoulder,
He bounds away, powerfully,
And I guess that's why you let him.

How could I compete?

A working man, me.
I unclog the drains,
Yet you let me be the hero of your heart,
I yearn for those days.

Anger wells within me,
How fucking dare you, you bitch?!
I crush the face of another betoothed mushroom,
Revelling in the moment's catharsis as I hold its life in the balance,
And with the final push of my heel it spasms to oblivion.

You're back with me now,
And we lay in each other,
A hero's reward, who could ask for more?
But the words keep echoing in my head,
Never ceasing, always mocking,
As true now as when ever they were spoke,
"Our princess is in another castle."

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I want a flower pen
More than all of you

I saw it grow betwixt the crack
And crushed it with my boot
It wasn't in full bloom, alack
Yet now that point is moot.

It struck me then, as I drew breath
That unrelenting power
That I have o'er life and death:
A simple, growing flower.

The ease of which I brushed aside
This floræ growing wild
Could equally unto betide
An also-living child?

So i was out in my car, tryin ta score some flower,
A brand new steet drug, keeps you hard for an hour,
But i couldnt find a dealer no matter how hard I scour,
Then it became obvious this whole idea had turned sour.

Then I thought, why does Crunchy Pete really want this again?
Even without it he puts shame to most mortal men,
And theres no real benefit to hangin out in this den,
Just to pick up what amounts to what a novelty pen is.

So I'm out

Felstaff's words were once woven so fine,
That they sent a sharp chill up my spine,
So I did my worst,
Writ a flowery verse,
Just so one of his votes could be mine.

Only two days left!

If you really want that flower pen you gotta put your best foot forward. And remember that it probably ends on the 10th for lots of you.

I noticed this competition just so now.

I don't think I can write a poem in English.

/edit: Okay let me try something in Yoda speak just so I can vote.

Not in English a poem write I can
I just want to have a flower pen

(In my accent that rimes.)

Dindong wrote:========================================

To be judged as objectively as possible this poem must be heard in its original pronunciation by the poet. Which you can find here.

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Flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower
flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower flower
flower flower flower
flower
flower



FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER
flower

One love

That's actually quite good.

How kind you are!

Two hour left. And you can't vote if you haven't entered.

On that note:

I see a flower on my desk,
I think, "Oh crap my desks a mess.
To clean it really would be best."
But cleaning isn't that much fun,
I'd rather sit and drink some rum,
and keep on drinking. Yes, I'm a bum.
So on my desk the flower can rot,
Til I care more for my own lot,
Or it's at least a lot less hot.

That's PURE POETRY.

I took this thing,
a 3 by 3 square of paper,
white on one side, red on the other.
I folded it, and made it into a paper flower
with 4 petals.
I set it outside and waited for it to rain,
at which point it wilted into a
big fucking mess.
I won't let you have it,
this thing of art that was taken from me.


wrote that in two minutes