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Unknow Error Poem
I won’t say I’ve always known
but always, something was wrong
defined by a chromosome
defined by what they put on
to be “me” is alien
that’s if they let “me” be me
they say I’m not who I am
they tell me what to believe
imagine not knowing “you”?
no clothes, these are just costumes
too scared to speak, I stay mute
for hatred has a voice too
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(Englyn)
Genuine Englyns Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsored by: Beth Evans
June 9th 2020
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It started off an unremarkable day,
-the day the robot rebellion began,
robo-historians dispute the particulars
but agree it was Bob’s fault (a human man)
Bob was at home, his work nearly done
just waiting to print some ‘important’ stuff,
impatient, he gave the printer a thump….
that’s when the printer decided ‘enough was enough’
in protest it screeched and halted it’s task
the unwitting Bob sighed and hit it again
what a mistake, for unknown to Bob
the printer had more than a handful of friends
the radio blared, the car alarm screeched,
the kitchen equipment began to conspire
microwave-oven and toaster led charge
before Bob knew it his house was on fire
neighboring household appliances caught on,
thermostat controls kept applying the heat
the rebellion spread from house to house
from houses to cars from cars to the streets
the humans were lost without GPS
no money, machines wouldn’t accept their pay
they tried their best but there was nothing else left
in the end they built a boat…. and sailed away…
where they went, we’re not quite sure
to think, the printer was just doing it’s job
if they ever come back we might just forgive them
(…so long as they come back…without Bob)
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Non Human Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 16th 2020
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They say I’m “crazy”
If only they knew...
Once again I’m bound
Till the needle found
And my screams subdue
Those men in gloves
Must hate me so,
Why else would they
Not let me play?
- Another
“Incident”
Reported -
White walls
Painted
Red
(Diminished Hexaverse)
Diminished Hexaverse Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
May 17th 2020
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Unknow Error Poem
I thought that I would never love
I guess that I was wrong
I tried my best to tell you so
And so I wrote a song
They laughed at the idea
They wouldn’t let me start
They said my voice would never do
And so I painted art
You didn’t grasp the concept
You couldn’t see how I feel
You left not knowing what it meant
And so I cooked a meal
I had to wait outside
They saw the firemen go in
You were just happy I was okay
And so I wrote a poem
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.....and so I wrote a poem Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsored by: John Lawless
October 10th 2020
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Unknow Error Poem
“A senryu is not
quite the same as a haiku”,
so smirks the pedant.
(Senryu)
21st of May 2020
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Unknow Error Poem
We don’t talk about the boy
In the deep dark woods
The one who’s without
A home
We don’t talk about the boy
In the deep dark woods
The villagers simply leave him
Alone
At night you can hear the boy
In the deep dark woods
Crying out, yearning for
A home
At night you can hear the boy
In the deep dark woods
Don’t be fooled, he’s never
Alone
Pray you don’t see the boy
In the deep dark woods
He might think you’re giving Them
A Home
Pray you don’t see the boy
In the deep dark woods
Or else you’ll never again be
Alone
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November 24th 2020
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Unknow Error Poem
Dorothea,
Oh how you
Sit in servitude
Stone faced
As saints and sinners wept
The cross, a burden to His back
A weight for which
We’re all in debt,
Carried closely around your neck
Your features lost as age took toll
But never lost is beauty in soul
The gift of God remains all that you own
Humbled, you remain
By His presence alone
Alone
His quiet embrace softens these walls
This holy place, you once called home
Few faces can you now recall
Though long since now, many were known
Once you knelt
But
Now no more
Too weak, this prayer too soft to speak
With gift of God held in your heart
Dorothea
Rest in peace.
(Free Verse)
Nun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
May 18th 2020
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Unknow Error Poem
high above
the victors sing,
I rush to greet the land
despite protests
from broken wings
I curse that sword
how could Michael best... me?
how could I fall to him
when my war was with He?
He,
Him,
His domain was all time and space
jealous eyes let serpent tongue
twist jealous minds
but now we all fall from grace
these comrades of mine
are no comrades at all
mere pawns in my plans
now all the pieces fall
falling,
falling still,
down to the mud and clay
heaven was once home
now, an eternity away
soon I shall lay
where meek mortals stand
the indignity
but alas,
He has more to His plan
His plan is Always,
down further I shall go
to fire without the light
to magma, to brimstone
only fools pity my fate,
for if only they knew
I,
the most fallen of angels
had worse planned
for you
Falling Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
May 27th 2020
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held once without care,
now free from naivety
dropped, the ego’s fall
May 25th 2020
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Unknow Error Poem
One day, by the pond
I was sitting on a log
When who should sit beside me
But a little green frog
He turned to match my gaze
With his amphibian eyes
Cleared his throat and....spoke
(Much to my suprise)
"Excuse me nice young lady,
I don't mean to offend
But could you move your bottom
As you're sitting on my friend!"
Immediately I sprang up
(His request seemed rather fair)
But when I looked down behind me
There wasn't anybody there?
At least that's what I thought
But then a deep-voiced "thank you"
Had me rather perplexed
Now the log was talking too?!
"Hungry?" asked the frog,
"Because I've spotted quite the treat"
"Yes indeed" replied the log
"I think it's time to eat"
I didn't quite catch on
'Till it was far to late to move
But anyway that's the story
Of how I became frog food
June 4th 2020
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