Poetry Contest
English Poetry Contest Winners 2010
Poetry Contest Winner
AS THOUGHT OF LETHE I HAD DRUNK
By Savannah Morris
Chatter chimes from every corner,
A coke for every quarter,
A dime a dozen here,
Eyes brazenly leer.
Laughter booms in the back,
Ogling all the racks.
Such joy unable to impart,
Remains on the fringe, a soiled mart.
For mine was not to be,
Nipped in the bud, for want of a lee.
Martyrdom was never so loose,
Our minds pleasantly offer to tighten the noose.
The social veneer of our lives be
Our own illusions of simple glee.
Tart black coffee, mint tea
A beguiling pretense of sweetness be.
Sensuous past times of our creation
A promise of forgetful oblivion,
Nepenthe of mortal pleasures,
Disavowed by time’s own leisure.
The colourful world performs at ease
An easy disregard for the broken peace.
It mocks, it shuns, it cries, it dances,
And drunkenly twists all of these stances.
For we are alone and time sees naught,
The heart swells and reviles the distraught.
The temple by horror haunted,
The ghosts of grief shared by all, daunted.
Chatter chimes from every corner,
A coke for every quarter,
Prayers unuttered flow free,
Love is the only key.
Honorable Mentions
SECOND BIRTH
By Benjamin Carde
The long and empty streets were mine.
I was a king without a crown,
The penniless owner of a town.
The night was warm, silent, divine.
For hours I roamed, wild and free:
A fool drunk out of misery.
My golden cage had been destroyed:
I had flown out of my void.
Around me, the world slept deeply.
This silence was a scream to me:
I suddenly became lonely.
Around me, the world was stormy.
"A cemetery," I now cried,
"A prison of the soul and mind,
Where ghostly shadows sing and dance
While sleep blinds us like sad romance."
Terror, ominous vulture,
Stretched its claws threateningly.
All seemed dark, until Nature
Eyeing me with amused glee.
Chose to shorten my anguish.
Magnificent, golden sphere,
The Sun rose, and with a tear
Did I stop to sadly languish.
The world unveiled itself again:
Towers of crystal, domes of gold,
Marvels did I then behold,
And charming children without pain,
Living, their laughs filled the summer air.
Hours went by, quietly. I stirred.
Somewhere near me, a young cat purred.
Reaching towards him, I stroke his hair.
The night-time follies were forgotten:
I smiled sincerely at the Sun
Thanks to which my madness left, rotten
And with this smile my life begun.
PAUA SHELL OF THE LONG WHITE CLOUD LUND
By Thibaud Roujou de Boubée
Hear the lost voices in the shivering dark,
Upon which lovely souls shout and bark,
To a man who once missed delight,
And to whom was brought a wonderful sight.
To the sight of a red headed Paua,
A new hope in a painted era,
Grew the light of a shining star,
To whom she promised so much glory.
A sovereign truth that enlightened the past,
Even though one wished it had cast,
At least the pain of a shell,
That seemed, upon immortal waves to smell.
Seek the flow or hide down low,
For whoever strikes the blow,
None can stand the echo.
Now that cards of destiny are dealt,
Faith is now spelt.
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