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The NeoGAF Poetry Corner - Challenge #36: Open

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Ashes

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1. "Whiled Turkey" - 16pts ****
2. "Torn" - 12pts **
3. "Open to Interpretation" - 5pts
4. "The Ending*/" - 4pts *
5. "Return"- 3pts *
5. "Open Your Mind" - 3pts
5. "This Morning in the Kitchen" - 3pts
6. "Safe with 2-Ply" - 2pts
7. "Open for Business =/= The Cracks in the Ceiling" - 0pts

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"Open For Business =/= The Cracks in the Ceiling" By Ashes1396

Voting Deadline: (PST)

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The NeoGAF Poetry Corner - Challenge #36: Open

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Theme: Open

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"What do you mean by open?" I hear you say. I mean open in every sense of the word.*

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*Neogaf terms and conditions apply. ;)

Secondary Objective: Throw paint on the wall; see what sticks!

You can either come up with this:

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Or this:

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Up to you...

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Poetry Thread Rules 2.0

For poets entering:

  • You are allowed one entry based on the theme; and an optional second entry, if it meets the secondary objective.
  • There are no word counts. Interpret the theme as you wish.
  • If you're a brave soul, there is a 'super secret' optional objective: performing the poem. Don't worry - we will only judge your official entry (the written version). Try it out. Poetry Slams are always cool. ;)
For voters:

  • You can vote even if you haven't posted a poem.
  • Vote for your three favourite poems. But remember that:
    • you can't vote for your self
    • you can't pick two poems from the same author
    • you can't vote for an entry labelled 'ineligible'
  • You cannot win unless you vote.
Competition:

  • The contest runs for two weeks.
  • The deadline is on the last Friday. Once the final entry list is up, the voting begins; it finishes at the end of the weekend.
  • How we count the votes:
    • 1st place is allocated 3 pts; 2nd is allocated 2pts; 3rd is allocated 1pt
    • If there is no outright winner, we add half a point to 1st place, so that the person with the most first place votes win. If we still don't have a winner, we then leave it up to the op to decide how to best go about it; or to choose the outright winner
  • The winner gets a round of applause. They are then in charge of the new thread. If you can't make a new thread, just ask somebody in the current thread, and they might do it for you.
General:

  • This thread is not merely for winning or losing, but for critiquing and improving your own craft.
  • We like to keep the finale on the alternative week to its sister thread: the creative writing thread. Every so often, we get interrupted, such as during E3, and/or Nanowrimo.
  • The archives and the op templates are managed by Bootaaay. If you have a question about it, you can pm him.
  • A big thank you to him, and everybody else who manages the thread week in and week out. We would be worse off without them.
  • Everybody is welcome to enjoy the poetry on offer, or just vote, or just critique.



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)
 

Ashes

Banned
The NeoGAF Poetry Society: Alumni's Archive

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Ashes

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Ashes

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Swedish poet Tomas Transtromer has won the Nobel Prize in literature, the Swedish academy that announces the annual award said Thursday.

The poet beat out bookies' favorites Bob Dylan and Haruki Murakami.

"I can't do anything but cheer! Everyone here is just so happy," said Transtromer's spokeswoman Anna Tillgren. She said she had not been able to speak to the poet about his award yet.

The academy said it gave the award to Transtromer "because, through his condensed, translucent images, he gives us fresh access to reality."

Read more here.
 

John Dunbar

correct about everything
This morning I went into the kitchen.

I found the fridge open, its yellow light flooding the room,
the tables and the chairs, inviting and sacred, all abloom
to my morning eyes, and I saw, and I tell you now with no lies,
your breakfast there, in the free air, and my paw I could not control.

I don't know where you were. But I was there.
With your foods, those sweet goods.
I came, I saw, and I ate.
I am not a good roommate.

I ate your breakfast, at the risk of being an outcast
in my own home. I beseech you, Jerome;
forgive me now, for I do not regret it.
It was delicious, and for a king fit.

Let us not be enemies.
 

Ashes

Banned
"Alright everyone" he said to an empty bar. "So this is what an empty bar looks like huh? Hmm.. never mind. More drinks for me. " ;)
 

John Dunbar

correct about everything
my dazzling imagery, inventive word plays and profound insight in human life have clearly startled everyone away, ashamed of their meagre abilities next to my poetic genius.
 
Whiled Turkey

Whisky laced lips part in laughter
as he cants a drunken course
along old Pentonville Road,
cars and buses roaring on by
as the warm, oaken liquid
pours down his eager gullet,
like fire through bloody veins,
and he waits for the night to begin.
Hours later, a madman cavorts upon the stage,
his beleaguered gaze drifting about the room,
taking in every minutiae of detail
as he preaches his angry, chaotic sermons
to the small gaggle of paying faithful
who sway, entranced by the cacophony
before erupting in motion and sound
as the song begins to break apart
and a hundred voices raise in answer
with wordless cries of spirit-laden emotion.
Deflated, the drunken haze hangs on tight
to sweat-soaked backs that softly shiver
once more again under the cold Islington sky,
traffic still roaring late into the night
as he makes his way home,
mind awash with vibrant tones
that conjure sights as yet imagined
with every fitful, furtive note.
 

Ashes

Banned
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Torn

Settle in your seat,
take a moment to breath,
watch the Earth go round.

Shock, horror, panic buy, panic buy!
You're wasting your life! You're watching it fly by!


Dear Lord, why so loud? You ought not to care,
You want to watch the clouds in the sky.
Sit back, slow down, relax
from dreams drawn from gazing
at other people's success.

Do you want to be a corpse,
walking down the aisle,
married to your life
such as it is now?


All roads lead to death,
you want to walk softly,
with life in hand;
you'll be as happy
as a rich man with a beautiful wife.

Shower, shave, get a better job,
experience a Mercedes Benz comfort,
work hard in the garden,
make your mama proud.


Wait a dreamy moment....
watch the millions of people,
who work the daily grind;
what a wonderful life they lead,
where one wants the day to pass,
and the night to fulfil it self.

Work is to rest,
what day is to night.
Wake up to smell your dreams,
close your eyes to see what you are missing,
run, stop, run, stop,
walk walk walk.

Were we to have the taste of free will,
we would do something we love;
whilst finding the path to a bulging pocket
we would magic out a little dove.

Two Angels sit on your shoulder,
one on the left, the other on your right,
they aren't there to guide,
they are there to write up your life.

Reignite your mental engines,
go over broken paths,
or go back to the start,
holiday & work,
tend to the roses,
sleep well,
before the two depart.​
 

Irish

Member
Tap

With the first, a crack appears

Tap

Twins, Triplets, Quadruplets

Tap



Gap between them widens

Tap

The pieces stand alone, supported by goop

Pull

The gap widens once more

Plop

Many pieces fall in, lost forever

Crush

A reunion for the rest

Separated indefinitely, but never closer
 

Ashes

Banned
My head is splitting sideways trying to make sense of that. Do I want to make sense of it? or will I regret it? That is the question.
 

AnkitT

Member
Pots and panhandlers, it's still black and white
Name calling and hand slights, on bait hard bite
Inertia holds you back, new physics based excuses
Empty ruses, preemptive strikes by brown recluses
Hurl abuses at the father figure, curl up in a fetal ball
Let the people stall, push the sheeple in a lethal fall
The eagle balds while by a hair the collapse pulls closer
The bull-dozer runs amok in the stock, everyone is broker
Open your hearts, close the borders, box in the marauders
Then hand wave it and blame the crime rate on foreigners
Bigots in the open, the rational folk are closeted
White collar black money in the Swiss banks deposited
Posited a new economic theory, embrace, extend and extinguish
Apathy outweighs the anguish, rather wait for the new binge hit
Fringe bits open up new wounds on the singed loons
The ones who sing tunes, whose graves will wilt soon
But remember the ones who have your best interest
The banks will be foreclosed, unless you own the print press
So just shut the door behind you, open door policy
Dissonance in cognition recognized as a quality fallacy
So while the nations fall and we're soothed by off kilter sedation
Take your paid healthcare drug, claim its all "open to interpretation"
 

Ashes

Banned
Open for Business =/= The Cracks in the Ceiling


The ceiling cracks -

Blink...

The shower taps -

Sink.

Condom rack -

Snap!

Fat Joe's back -

Bed rock.

Passport dreams -

Flashback.

Old man Tony -

Socks up.

Cheating Rooney -

On your back.

Casandra's experiment -

Batteries lapse.

Wallet -

Check!

Clock out -

3 ' O Clock.

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Change the sheets -
Sleep.

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Sexual Health Clinic -

You've got crabs.

Park duty -

Injectors out.

Office duty -

Paper cuts.

Manager's office -

Aussie kiss.

Afternoon film -

Silent treatment.

Tea time date -

Phone off.

Dinner at eight -

Garden walk.

Clear skies -

Trees.

Swan lakes -

Breeze.

Couples out -

Lonely.

Bench -

Sit.

Canal water -

Weep.

Childhood dreams -

Crisp.

Home -

Microwave noodles.

Laptop -

Check your emails.

Mirror -

Practice smile.

Passport dreams -

Flashback.

Fat Joe's back -

Bed rock.

Condom rack -

Snap!

Old man Tony -

Socks up.

The shower taps -

Sink..

Cheating Rooney -

On your back.

The ceiling cracks -

Blink.
 

AnkitT

Member
The iconic pistol images
Handguns of the past
They speak to me
Tell me to become barrel chested
Is that the aim?
No, says the cyclops
He wasn't always a cyclops
His third eye was shot at

Why say anything?
Making the blind seen and the herd heard
A bullet in hindsight
The sound barrier soundbite
Lights went out
And the voices migrated to the head
They speak to me about the pistols
In the language that made me deaf

Guerrillas raised on violence and fed egg yellows
Throwing barrels of gunpowder
Nobody cares though
They're neither seen nor heard
Caught in the wild
On silent tape from a bygone era
An oddity used in guerrilla warfare now
Powdered noses waving banana clips

Wear your heart on your sleeve
Triple bypass got it dancing to a beat
Pacemakers the new fashion taste makers
But they just loved the sounds it makes
Can you hear the horns blaring?
They are transmitting ballistic propaganda
My heart sinks for a minute
And I hear it beating like the drums of a battle cry

How do I broaden my horizons?
I got the wide angle lens retrofitted already
My brain is still the bottleneck
Rap time travel through the Jigga-Whats
I brandish my rifle, fill the barrel with gunpowder
I polish the metal, the gramophones blare louder
I point it at my head and the trigger pushes back
I laugh at my own joke, with an open mind
 
Broken into molecules with spaces in between,
resides the soul without the mind.
It resides for a future life-
In a Garden of Eden.

The branches zig zag,
the smoke is thick, the coitus sick.
The ice is thick-filled and slick-
the fire ignites the fire ignites.

Adrift as the dirt is tilled,
A Road is built.
A head, a dear in the sunlights-
Are we going to stop?
 
As a newb to this thread, I really enjoyed the mind and spiritual exercise. Something that I very much needed. :D

1. Return By Irish
2. Open to Interpretation by AnkitT
3. Whiled Turkey by Bootaaay
 

Ashes

Banned
1. Whiled turkey - Don't get the title, but love the alliteration
2. This morning in the kitchen - simple and funny
3. Safe with 2-ply - quirky.
Hm. AnkitT
 

Cyan

Banned
1. "Whiled Turkey" By Bootaaay
2. "Torn" By Ashes1396
3. "The Ending*/" By FantasticMrFoxdie

HM: "Open to interpretation" By AnkitT. "Sheeple" is a pet peeve word that just grinds my gears, otherwise would've probably gotten my vote. Sorry, that's not really feedback or anything. Except to note that I liked it.
 
1. Torn by Ashes1396
2. Open to Interpretation by AnkitT
3. This Morning in the Kitchen by John Dunbar

HM; Safe with 2-ply, The Ending.

Ashes1396 said:
Don't get the title, but love the alliteration

It's just a crappy play on words, as I was whiling away the time drinking Wild Turkey; Whiled Turkey ;)
 

AnkitT

Member
1. Bootaaay - Whiled Turkey
2. Ashes1396 - Torn
3. Miri - Safe with 2-Ply
HM. FantasticMrFoxdie - The Ending

Cyan said:
HM: "Open to interpretation" By AnkitT. "Sheeple" is a pet peeve word that just grinds my gears, otherwise would've probably gotten my vote. Sorry, that's not really feedback or anything. Except to note that I liked it.

That was my intent of using the word in the context. I don't like that word either, but it seemed to be the right fit.
 

Ashes

Banned
Bootaaay said:
It's just a crappy play on words, as I was whiling away the time drinking Wild Turkey; Whiled Turkey ;)

Perfect. Lol!

Alright good folks. Hope you enjoyed the sum of the poetry on offer. Time to wrap up and close shop...

Results up shortly.
 

Ashes

Banned
Full Results

1. "Whiled Turkey" - 16pts ****
2. "Torn" - 12pts **
3. "Open to Interpretation" - 5pts

4. "The Ending*/" - 4pts *
5. "Return"- 3pts *
5. "Open Your Mind" - 3pts
5. "This Morning in the Kitchen" - 3pts
6. "Safe with 2-Ply" - 2pts
7. "Open for Business =/= The Cracks in the Ceiling" - 0pts

Congratulations to Bootaaay!

Thank you for reading, voting, entering. Pat your self on the back, because everybody made to the leader-board; a rare feat indeed. Now these entries go into the history books, and we await for Bootaaay to captain this ship on to new shores.
 
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