PROVEN TRUE by: Morrison Jr.
The days before night rolled in.
Villagers gather a lonely roam to rivers edge.
Screams from within.
Fame is just a flame that burns.
Lasting results seem uncertain.
Life has ruined the man in me.
Friends have become as fictional character.
Please let me in.
The Doors of perception have proven true.
I won’t die this way. (Jim Morrison Jr.)
A Literary Character Clerihew Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
Huck and Jim escape their past,
And both off-color lads grew up fast.
Taking the raft of the Mississippi,
For a moral ride that is zippy.
Huckleberry "Huck" Finn is a fictional character created by Mark Twain
Tell me a story about a person's adventure
where they went and what they what they did
tell me who they interacted with and what was crazy.
Tell me what mistakes they made,
and the lessons they learned.
Tell me a story that makes me feel good,
but some stories make me really mad.
Tell me a story about an animal,
crawl inside the mind of the beast.
Let me know if the animal interacted with a human
in ways good or in ways really bad.
Was the animal in your story a hero
or just a sidekick?
Maybe you have a story about a fictional character
who floats on the clouds up above.
Or maybe the fictional character
rakes the embers of the underworld below
after all your fictional charter was the villain of the show.
But when you tell me a story of any kind
the time we are together will be quality time.
A female gymnast in Romania
Sweet girl's name is Nadia
Went to a castle passed Brasov
A legendary castle, not of Romanov
Elegant and so cozy
To stay is nonchalant and dozy
Fictional character hailed once
People's world quivered more than once
Nadia kept coming back
In the said castle with a knack
Fell asleep one time waiting
In Bram Stoker's baiting
The night so dim in the scene
As a knight comes out with sheen
But the night crumbled with pangs
Nadia and the knight bitten with fangs
From the bed Nadia dropped on the floor, screaming
... a dream!
Is there anyone in this world who’s real anymore?
Have we created a society so completely synthetic
like faux suede and polyester lace
that when the going gets hot melts into goo
everyone feeling the need to don a fake face to fit in?
Are there people who are actually the person
they present themselves to be publicly
or has life become one perpetual production
everyone playing the part of a fictional character
in front of a perfectly painted façade?
Perhaps that’s why my forty plus years thus far
on this planet have proven to have been so painful
I’ve adamantly refused to be anyone but me
aside from on the stage where I'm expected
to portray another personality
Has authenticity been deemed an undesirable trait?
Is it my fate to be forced to remain wary
every waking moment of a man behind the curtain
projecting a convincing illusion
creating in others a delusion as to their true identity?
Humanity has always had a penchant
for making a thing more difficult when it doesn’t need to be
Wouldn’t everything be so much easier if you were simply you
as I am simply me?
(Inspired by the children's fairytale "Little Red Riding Hood" written by Charles Perrault.)
"Little red riding hood my how you've grown!
No longer that little girl I had once known.
I still can recall when you skipped through the woods
To visit your grandma and take her baked goods."
"Hello there Sir woodsman; yes time sure does fly.
I miss my dear grandma and sometimes still cry."
"Yes it's always hard when our loved one's are gone
But we must keep our faith and believe they live on.
I heard that you now have a child of your own
And she wears your red cape that your grandma had sewn?"
"Yes, Belle just adores it and wears it with pride
But to visit her grandma she takes a bus ride."
1st Win Placement
Submitted for the contest: A conversation with a fictional character.
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
‘Three ghosts Mr Scrooge? I find that so hard to believe,
That they might simply visit, to give you a reprieve!’
‘And the ghost of Jacob Marley, who’s been dead these past seven years
Transformed into a door knob, merely to add to your fears!’
‘I don’t expect you, good sir, to understand or comprehend,
Other than there is no earthly reason, why I should pretend
Or put my reputation on the line, with such a sorry tale
But I assure you the new Scrooge, no soul shall derail’.
‘They say you’ve quite the benefactor, in the case of Tiny Tim
But is that to be ongoing or merely just a whim?
And It seems rather convenient that it should be Christmas time
That you positively decide to put your morals on the line!!
‘I wish you well good sir, I only ask that you be good
And help this dithering old gentleman who never understood
Go about the important business of respecting festive cheer
That the ghosts bestowed upon me, to keep throughout the year!
(Inspired by the book ‘A Christmas Carol’ written by Charles Dickens).
A conversation with a fictional character Poetry Contest
Date - 14th February
Sponsored by - Natasha L Scragg
Me: Say Charlotte, is your story true?
C: It’s fictional, now are we through?
Me: So are you rich from telling yarns?
C: I’ve got nice threads, but live in barns.
Me: Are you a speedster in disguise?
C: I took a spin; I won a prize.
Me: So what’s your sport now, with your size?
C: Baseball, I guess, ‘cuz I catch flies.
Me: Do you take trips by ground or air?
C: I went by truck, seemed pretty fair.
Me: I hear your love of school is big?
C: I learned to spell and saved a pig!
Me: I hear you were a diplomat?
C: I once coerced a nasty rat.
Me: At this point, what’s your great concern?
C: I’m losing it; I talk to ferns.
Me: So is your life now on the skids?
C: You ever kept a thousand kids?
Me: Surely your life’s not been a dud?
C: You’ve clearly never sucked fly’s blood.
Me: So you’re concened with mental health?
C: I often try to hang myself.
Me: What helps most with life's flow and ebb?
C: I sit a lot and surf the web.
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(Inspired by Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White)
FIRST PLACE WINNER
for ‘a conversation with a fictional character’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
Submitted 2/4/22
Good morning, Mr. Elmer Fudd
Can you tell me, do you still have your habit
Of telling Bugs to say his pwayers?
When you're hunting for...that silwy wabbit
Hewwo sir, yes...but be vewy vewy quiet
I'm wooking for some wabbit twacks...
And I'm wooking for that qwacky Donald Duck
So, wisten for his qwacky qwacks
Hey Elmer, can you tell me a dirty joke...
And do you know a joke that's funny?
And do you know a dirty joke...
That's about your friend Bugs Bunny
Yes, sir- A silwy wabbit fell in the mud
He was fwilthy all about
Then, another silwy wabbit fell in the mud
But, oh my, thwee silwy wabbits...came out
(From the Bugs Bunny Cartoon Show)
A Conversation with a Fictional Character Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
2/4/2022
Let’s have a little game and see how you do.
Guess my riddle with each hidden clue.
I walk on all fours but fly through the air.
I’m a fictional character and I have brown hair.
I’m on a team but not on a list.
I can point and kick but I can’t make a fist.
I have two horns to help clear the way.
I’m really fast but allergic to hay.
That last clue comes from a poem I wrote.
If you come to my home it won’t be by boat.
I’m not in the front and I’m not in the rear.
Now guess my name and be perfectly clear.
Brenda sat at her computer staring into space,
Thinking about the book she was writing,
Imagining herself having spent the night on the boat,
With her dreamy fictional character,
She started to wish herself back into the pages again,
She wanted more! She wanted him!
Life had just become so very boring,
She decided to type herself into another situation,
The phone rang! “Hello! “Yes she said”
The car pulled up!
She got into his convertible! He drove,
“Where are we going”
“I have a place in the mountains,
Just thought we could drive” She typed!
The drive was long, the time was late,
He built a big log fire to keep them warm,
They ate strawberries drank champagne,
She melted into his body,
They laughed they enjoyed,
They savoured every moment,
Falling asleep in his arms,
He was her perfect man,
She wished he had been real,
Chapter two came to a close.
17/09/2017
Begins with an appreciation of ledgers,
Clear, true and definite in appearance,
While a long journey through the never evers,
Finding fallacy in every reverence.
As much As I can I try to never,
Subdue that darkness within, such pain severed.
Sweats and strength wasted as it recur,
Anguished in thoughts of constant repeats and anger.
Truth be told of tales so epic in yawns,
A few incantation of deceit. A Fraud!
How can I expect the precision when I am fabricating pawns,
Selling axiom like lush apples hiding all the rot.
The sanctimony of speech hassling for honesty.
Cage it in. Suppress with overflowing control,
Never again a lie or any casuistry.
In hopes to speak rightness and be bold.
An inventor. A story teller. A fictional character.
The emphasis of unjust letters that story unworldly.
Never a point of view. Always an actor.
Only the point from you. Yours Sincerely,
Clutching the premise of these various words and thoughts,
Baptising the impurity within thee,
For only I will know the the battle raging in from GOD.
My truth. I will always try. Believe me.
‘My name is Bond…
James Bond,’ I say.
The ladies swoon:
I have a way.
I kill the ‘bads’
And save the day.
My life is cool,
At work and play.
Jack Horne for Georgio’s Become a Fictional Character contest
About James Bond (from any of 007’s adventures by Ian Fleming)
**D.J. SoundJack**
Reggae serenades a run down shack
Exquisite beats by D.J. SoundJack
A tall dreaded hippie
Surprisingly witty
One that thrives on negative feedback
* D.J SoundJack is not a fictional character, he is one of my dearest friends and
biggest supporters. He spins all over the Tri-City area and in the Burroughs.
A raw talent indeed that throws a great show regardless of the venue.*
Jared Pickett
3/16/2014
Asavvy1
he looks like “jesus”
long haired white guys,
from
Koresh to
Vissarion,
to
AJ Miller---
these cult leaders all
“look like “jesus,”
according to many.
in fact,
all one has to do is
look like the pictures of
this fictional character,
in order to start his own
cult.
the desperate & empty will flock
to the fluffy haired scruffy faced,
and these are the idiots
driving around in cars
on the same highway as you &
i---
these are the idiots who teach
at your children’s schools,
until that one day
when they leave their
own lives completely,
to go & live in Siberia or Queensland
with their
messiahs.
imagine if the charlatans who first
painted images of the infamous fictional
character,
created a fat, 80 year old, bald guy,
with horrible acne &
rotted teeth…
would the idiots still flock?
would the idiots still give up their lives to
worship at the next
compound?
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