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(03-22-2012, 02:43 AM)
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The NeoGAF Poetry Corner - Challenge #47: Brave New World
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The NeoGAF Poetry Corner - Challenge #47: Brave New World
 Theme: Brave New World O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't! Optional Secondary Objective:Found Poetry Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and/or lines (and consequently meaning), or by altering the text by additions and/or deletions. The resulting poem can be defined as either treated: changed in a profound and systematic manner; or untreated: virtually unchanged from the order, syntax and meaning of the original. --- Submission Deadline; (PST)  Voting Deadline; (PST)  Poetry Thread Rules 2.0 For poets entering:
Submission Deadline; (PST)  Voting Deadline; (PST)  The NeoGAF Poetry Society: Previous Challenges: Poetry Challenge #01: Reflection Poetry Challenge #02: Making the Blind See (+ 5W poems) Poetry Challenge #03: Interior (+ Incorporate a song or album title) Poetry Challenge #04: History (+ Dream Song poems) Poetry Challenge #05: A View From Afar or Within (+ Clerihew poems) Poetry Challenge #06: The Surreal and the Fantastical (+ Haikus) Poetry Challenge #07: Expectations versus Reality (+ Ode) Poetry Challenge #08: Mirror's Edge (+ Rhymes) Poetry Challenge #09: Look on the Bright Side (+ poem must end with _________________ as it's last line) Poetry Challenge #10: Obsolete (+ Ink) Poetry Challenge #11: Pride (+ Kanye West) Poetry Challenge #12: Passing By (+ Allegory) Poetry Challenge #13: Take this Society (+ Ballards) Poetry Challenge #14: The Dark (+ Add Zombies to taste) Poetry Challenge #15: The Great Winter (+ Elegy) Poetry Challenge #16: What Nature Reclaims (+ Lay) Poetry Challenge #17: Storm Clouds Rising (+ First Person) Poetry Challenge #18: The Phoenix (+ Enjambment) Poetry Challenge #19: Psychopomps (+ Assonance) Poetry Challenge #20: Death in the Family (+ Limericks) Poetry Challenge #21: A Night on the Town (+ Didactic Poems) Poetry Challenge #22: A Letter to the World (+ Inside Outside Poetry) Poetry Challenge #23: The Blues Poetry Challenge #24: Space, Above & Beyond (+ Prose Poetry) Poetry Challenge #25: Futurism (+ Avoid Technology) Poetry Challenge #26: Prove you Exist (+ Lyrical Poetry) Poetry Challenge #27: Love, Happiness, Peace, Summer & Pixar! (+ Couplets) Poetry Challenge #28: Dying Earth (+ Blank Verse) Poetry Challenge #29: War (+ Narrative/Epic Poems) Poetry Challenge #30: Dreams (+ the return of First Person) Poetry Challenge #31: At Gunpoint (+ Epic Poetry/Broetry) Poetry Challenge #32: Two Sides of an Epic Coin Toss (+ Metre & Rhythm) Poetry Challenge #33: Lust (+ Poetry Slam) Poetry Challenge #34: Fear (+ Lyric Poetry *To Accompaniment) Poetry Challenge #35: Detachment (+ A return to allegory) Poetry Challenge #36: Open (+ Throw Paint on the Wall, See What Sticks!) Poetry Challenge #37: Chained (+ Cinquain poetry) Poetry Challenge #38: The Human Experience Poetry Challenge #39: Of Plants & Trees (+ The return of the Limerick) Poetry Challenge #40: Homelessness (+ Etheree) Poetry Challenge #41: Escape Poetry Challenge #42: Eve of Destruction (+ Chōka) Poetry Challenge #43: A life worth keeping (+ Anger) Poetry Challenge #44: Out of Reach (+ Storytelling) Poetry Challenge #45: Grave (+ Alliteration) Poetry Challenge #46: SteamPunk (+ Sonnets)
Last edited by Bootaaay; 03-22-2012 at 02:56 AM.
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(03-22-2012, 05:44 AM)
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Gold Rush
Yon blade of grass b'low footstep trode No reason to go back again For from my destination bode Good fortune's crying call Westward jaunt o'er waves of plains And staring at the setting sun While 'Fornia rests b'yond winds and rains Rich bounty there for all Though death has come and spake my name The twilight world in blue and white All's said and done I'll stake no claim And rest shall be my haul Borrowed lines from Thursday's Understanding in a Car Crash, which I haven't heard in almost a decade and popped into my head for absolutely no reason. I know it's grim but I still think it fits the theme. Hope it doesn't suck. |
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(03-23-2012, 02:09 AM)
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Sorry for the confusion guys, the topic is NOT intended to be themed to the book Brave New World, and as always you are free to interpret the theme however you see fit.
The quote I posted under the theme is from Shakespeare's 'The Tempest', and where Aldous Huxley got the title of his famous book. In the play, Miranda, who has spent her entire life isolated from humanity, says that quote upon seeing other people for the first time, and although she sees these people as 'beauteous' and 'goodly', they are in fact drunken sailors, staggering from the wreckage of their ship. The wonder that comes from Miranda's innocence and ignorance clouds her first impression of humanity, and likewise in Huxley's Brave New World the 'savage' John is at first overwhelmed by the beautiful and awe-inspiring city that is so different from the world he has known, yet comes to find much to dislike beneath the city's futuristic veneer. |
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(03-23-2012, 02:51 AM)
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Oceanic
Shining like a work of art. Leave behind your fears Are you what I think you are? There's no danger here. Elevator to the moon You can breathe Trying to get a closer view You will not falter Maybe you will always be In clear blue water Just a little out of reach Please believe Well, I swear we were in limited landscapes But I've found a world where I am free. The ocean swells; the ocean keeps me safe. Presently, I've found I am not alone. Breathe in, reach out and perceive beyond the seam ----- Bonus points to whoever can figure out what I constructed this out of. No google, boys and girls. |
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(03-24-2012, 10:02 AM)
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Last edited by Tim the Wiz; 03-24-2012 at 10:09 AM.
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point your penis at me,
and have a good day (03-24-2012, 05:05 PM)
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Such Bugs
"What's in a name?" she asked me. We were just eighteen then, in faded polaroid memory, ambered skies and the lake, wheat breaking the frame of our post-high school summer. I lay with her in that field and stared at the same sky she stared at, but saw it differently. I couldn't tell how. The clouds are gold now when I think of them, but then? -- white. And I studied those white clouds in laconic, spiral thoughts, and I felt the few words come to mind press blankly through my veins like beetles crawling through the dirt, all turgid and rough, many-legged, pulsing so slowly I was sure she'd feel them bulging through my fingers. And I knew I would never decode those obscene words. I couldn't tell her of my new baptism even as the rain began to fall, couldn't tell her I wanted all of her, I wanted that summer (that moment!) eternally, and in ten years I'd feel the same. All I could do was squeeze her hand, to try and feel her thoughts the same way I did mine. I searched her. I touched her palms and had her touch mine, tracing wrinkles in our skin to feel alive. But: nothing. Placidity, cold. Truth and inevitability. My heart sank, I could feel it sucking down my eyes. Gaunt-skinned and flushed and furious with her, myself, history. It's only now I hear the whistling in the reeds: Above all else, One thing she knows: A rose by any name's A rose. Recording.
Last edited by Crunched; 03-26-2012 at 12:30 AM.
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point your penis at me,
and have a good day (03-26-2012, 12:26 AM)
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Not sure how often this is done or if it interests anyone, but it's been a lazy Sunday and I've been trying to occupy myself. Figured I'd share. Here is a recitation of my poem. Link has also been added to my last post.
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/26161815/rec...5-19-48-53.3gp
Last edited by Crunched; 03-26-2012 at 12:29 AM.
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(03-30-2012, 09:46 PM)
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Frayed
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We were promised more looking at the lore
The soreness ignored won’t be restored Forefathers spoke of it some odd years and four scores Yet the horizon ends before the shore The picked bone of contention on the picket lines The declarations that the wicked signed Made the rest bend over like they had rickets hinds We sat voluntarily blind, decadent tickets that bind Reality shows on a big screen, reality plotted swift schemes But the eyes stuck on the gleam, fuck admitting what really seems! Rather the cold comfort of fridge creams and enriched genes Than the warmth of a nuclear singe beam and cringe screams The twilight years of our species, median IQ hits peak Brain drain to cranium leak and lexicon modern newspeak No crossover class leak, no mingling the fated poor and elite No last ditch concerted eke, life’s good, so to speak No rebel, no cause made, no planted trees of which you won’t see shade Minds made to mentally masturbate, into the periphery, problems fade The greys have no shade, morally bankrupt hedonistic head crown placed A thin line between bravery and foolishness, that is now blurred and frayed Promise you won't laugh at my accent? :( Look below lol Recording of Frayed
Last edited by AnkitT; 03-30-2012 at 09:59 PM.
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(03-30-2012, 11:49 PM)
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Tarnished and Torn
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Worn by years that slowly passed
they sat, side by side, making meaningless small talk, as if reading from a script, one dull and lifeless, learned by rote, a device to pass the time, those aching, endless moments between one event and the next, all dressed up to the nines when, but for an evening, they left behind their tarnished lives, the stress, the anger, the bitter resentment that festered and gnawed, and that, with forced exuberance, they tried their best to ignore, with best years long since spent, broken dreams and longing regret, afraid to do a thing but make best of what's left. |
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(03-31-2012, 03:35 AM)
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Ludgar
I may be slain tomorrow, With the guillotine and sorrow, But will smile, still, as I’ll, no doubt, feel The scowls of the hecklers, them unknowing That I grin not with a love of sin, But an innocent man. May my silence come swift. And, The Heavens, if I may.
Last edited by Miizy F Baby; 03-31-2012 at 06:51 AM.
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(03-31-2012, 08:52 AM)
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The City is too big; I want to go home
Walk alone, through the brave new world, without a friend, nor a soul. Falling soot, falling rain, falling snow, hear the piano song, hear the church bells toll. No bread, no water, no petrol, no light till dawn, no words to comfort me over dusk, no coversation over cards till morn. Walk alone, through the brave new world, without a friend, without a soul, the city is too big; I want to go home. |
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(03-31-2012, 08:05 PM)
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The Poetry on offer this weekend:
Read, comment, enjoy... ;) |
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point your penis at me,
and have a good day (03-31-2012, 08:41 PM)
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#33
1. Frayed
2. Tarnished and torn 3. Gold rush HM: Conquistador
Last edited by Crunched; 04-02-2012 at 03:34 AM.
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(04-03-2012, 09:26 AM)
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I know I just pop in time to time, and don't really participate in the contests.
But though I generally just wind up throwing all my writing away, lately I feel like sharing. This isn't for any contests or anything, but here is something I just wrote. In the day I was blinded Not even you, could break through the darkness That enveloped my soul As I sat there waiting, I saw flames a fallin' As night turned to light, Darkness receded And there you were Waiting, by my side All through the night You held me tight Till I saw the light It's nice to share every once in a while rather than just throw stuff away. |
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(04-03-2012, 01:37 PM)
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Results
Congrats AnkitT. Lead us into the brave new world oh great one. ;0
Last edited by Ashes1396; 04-03-2012 at 01:41 PM.
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point your penis at me,
and have a good day (04-03-2012, 01:40 PM)
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#44
Congrats AnkitT. Loved your entry.
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(04-05-2012, 11:58 AM)
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#46
Thanks guys! New thread is up: http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=469172
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