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Below are the all-time best Dylan Wong poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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What They Once Called Me

I was called Life and I gave 
gifts away
Till they came and asked for 
better pay

I was called Religion and I gave 
them hope
Till they came along and said 
they could cope

I was called Goodwill and I 
gave the poor time
Till they came along with smiles 
full of lime

I was called Knowledge and I 
told them to learn
Till they left the books on the 
bonfire to burn

I was called Imagination and I 
taught them to think
Till they brought the Red Flag 
and washed me down the sink

I was called Purity and I told 
them their scope
Till they gave into their loins 
and learned how to grope

I was called Pain and from me 
they learned Fear
Till they detained and tortured 
without shedding a tear

I was called Evil and I gave 
them choice
Till they turned to me and 
adorned me with poise.

I was called Death and I 
brought them on
Till they forgot and labelled me 
Demon's Spawn

I was their God, and now I am 
dead
Surely they don't seem like 
they want me instead?

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Life In 4 Stanzas

With each life
Comes mouldable clay
Make it, break it
Or do okay

With each day comes
A slice of joy
Simple pleasures
Make our stay 

With each light
Comes a shining beacon
That beckons wisps
To come its way

With each will
There is a way
We'll then do more
Than just okay

Dedicated to my father on Father's Day :)

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Web of Lies

I've been caught in a web of lies
As filthy as that beast crawling;
Along each thread, I wonder how
It flexes; does a lie retain it's shape
After stretching to the limit?
Or does it snap and free the prey?

Look closely at the silk
Do you not see that all its ilk
Bears resemblance to the one nearby?
Just pluck at the string
And hear it ring
And listen to them mutter.

Sometimes the web of lies is spun
Not by many, but by one
The one that snags on the sticky thread;
And struggles, then the web is woven
You can't escape the tightened net
It only narrows when you push

Notice the geometry of the intricate web
A Devil's star; the molecules stab
Across the middle into an anvil
It reverberates; then entropy wipes out
The vibration you'll always hear and spout
Until the pincers go right past your chin

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Bioshock 2-Inspired Poem

Soft as satin, dark clouds 
behind
Your face with lightning set 
alight
So radiant, my child
And now so bright
Cry as only girls can cry
Rapture's estranged butterfly
You lovingly took my hand, and 
I
Held it like my lullaby
Swan song for a crow; am I
Rising up into the sky?
No more ADAM, no more EVE
Daddy can now rest in peace
Forgive me, sweetheart 
Eleanor!
Big Daddy must now sleep once 
more

Inspired by the video game 
Bioshock 2, specifically the sad 
ending - you should really see 
the endings, they're beautiful (;

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A Game of Chess

Shall we adjourn from the 
morning morgue
For pizza and a game of chess?

Rays Curve Along The Earth

It is daybreak
With morning comes the 
shining off the layers of the 
lake
And mourning the opening of 
the floodgates
We went down to the coffee 
table
Skipping past the cherry tree
This tree, it served us fruit and 
oak
To love and to live beside the 
wood
And there we played a game of 
chess
[/i/The bishops had fallen but 
the castle was gone
The White king shoved the 
guardsman pawn
He fell soon after
To roars of laughter
They all adjourned to the 
morgue
To the final morgue]

Tea for two and two for tea
Still Café Paris for you and me
We lounged in striped sky blue 
beach chairs
Our raking gazes grazed the 
summit of the hill
I would not have sat still
But for the girl that had lain
The girl wreathed in flame
Scratched her shoulders and 
laughed with the rain
I wondered: did I dare?
Hold her hand and descend into 
the uncharted lair?

Gears and Cogs

It was between April and June
I began to build my bicycle
Fitted in a third wheel
By then I couldn't tell what was 
true
What was real?
Took her down ol' King's Road
Gave her a short spin
But for the third wheel she 
would've broken
She survived, just barely, a 
token
The token piece remained 
unbroken

I BUILT a house of upside down
I KNOW that lost is lost but 
found
She was my house of upside 
down
I built her and she built me
We built each other in the 
machine

Gliding Through The Winter 
Wood

It is nightfall
With dark tags along the 
midnight sun
Unwanted but unaffected
She shifts the curves along the 
earth
And ruffles up the winter wood
Where I have been waiting
Where I have wasted many a 
night praying
And on the tree bark painting
For love and for my love
And the taking of an oath and 
tea

What then shall the leaves fall
From thy hand onto the snow
And when shall there be 
daylight once more?
For now I shall be gliding
Gliding through the winter 
wood

Dark amongst the silver white
I am king and you are queen
In an endless game of chess

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My Guitar and I

It's just me and my guitar
Seeing revelers walk blindly by
It's just me and my guitar
Watching fireworks in the sky

It's just me and my guitar
While I play me a sad song
It's just me and my guitar
What could possibly be wrong?

It's just me and my guitar
Can't hit the major scales right
It's just me and my guitar
Strums to souls out of sight

It's just me and my guitar
Hopes much for the year ahead
It's just me and my guitar
Cries in my bedroom instead

It's just me and my guitar
I'd play the whole morn away
It's just me and my guitar
Could there be a better day?

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This Stew Tastes Funny

The prompt was "Write a poem which is really a recipe".

This Stew Tastes Funny

I personally like to use the more established dramatic processes, but feel free to use your own version of comedy!

Dramedy (serves the whole family!)

Take the character, drive them headfirst
into a community of oppositions
that inexplicably attract,
cue a flurry of activity, sprinkled lightly.
Leave no weaknesses un-attacked.
When the conflict begins to rise,
place them in roles reversed,
have them recognise
that conflict yields no prize.
Leave the melting pot to cool
until each moralistic monologue ends with cheap slapstick verse.

Credit to Adam Sandler.

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A Deconstruction

A Deconstruction

I speak of nothing but 
destruction
Buttered prose; a mere 
distraction
Recited when the flux lines 
froze

Resolved, I became a fraction
Convergent series; no inflection
Crossed divisors as I pleased

I would grasp imagination
With fingertips; resignation
Not once would cross my mind

Was each word a permutation?
Mere chance; a fluctuation
In the cosmos more than once

Like signs they go in one 
direction
Number lines; clear infractions
They will reach and go no more

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I'M Unhappy With Fifa 16

I’m Unhappy with FIFA 16

I'm unhappy with FIFA 16.
Passing's no good, the 
transitions sloppy.  15 was 
better: more excitement, maybe a banal
pleasure in how my plays tend to line up 
centre and build up to easy goals.

14 was much too fast for 
leisure but the right time I 
to teach me possession
seizure and unusual plans, that 
losing was predictability, and the
last time I held my 
position when the time came and 
every minute mattered.

Let's not talk about 13.

I like the realism in FIFA 16,
The pitch is detailed enough that I understand
how far I must run; when to
shoot. Sore thumbs and 
sofa-soaked tears 
are the easiest way.
Contrarily, pause: a
clean breath, a 
clear head - I 
conjure little moments of magic.
Controlling perfectly-timed passes
colours the game beautiful again.

(Written two years ago so wayyyy out of date but it meant a lot to me back then)

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Natural Selection

Hail the swaying stalks
Bowed so fiercely to razor 
breeze
Watch that young one stand
See the will-o-wisp rise!
From clover fields of hay
An idea, a spark
There is no fear
There is no pain

The bullwhip snaps
Goes the gust of wind, alas.
He hasn't worked out quite 
enough
Ketchup dripping from stomata
Drops pitter patter
On the filthy concrete floor
We'll never know what lies in 
store

Farmer John came out today
To make himself five bales of 
hay
Trips up over corpses, though
They haven't really died, you 
know.

Behold the flies!
Hear them sweat
Braced against the widow's web
Tension rises
Length extends
Race against the Persian sands
The bed frame creaks
It longs to speak

The eyes are here
They're everywhere
In our first meeting place
We copulate on sandy 
waters
The hope of born man
Hope only to birth again
The sun so high
Burns alone in the sky

The battlefield is crimson
No demon spawn would yield
Still the monster altercates
Bearing brethren's shields

Behold the men!
Feel them sweat
Working on Egyptian spreads
Minds discover
Fists defend
Unconscious of what life intends
Creepy-crawling
This cold bitter morning

The fittest will survive
And the strongest do move on
But stop the press! For from 
this test
What lion-bird will spawn?

Mistah Kurtz - he gone crazy
Two pennies for my baby?