December Contest: Poll 2

[The Poets]

There are seven poems in this thread. Please vote for the one poem you like best. Voting in this poll will be open until midnight, Pacific Standard time on December 20, 2007. There will be a total of three polls. Make sure you vote once in each of the three polls.

If you have any questions pm The Poets or post your conversations about this contest in the Challenging Discussion thread.

Thanks to all who participate and good luck!

 

[The Poets]

Poem 8

Forbidden Fruit by secret garden07

A bowl of lush red pomegrantes beckon
in the room where I await you.
Each tart seed a reminder of
holiday lust and ancient rituals.

I apply a rich opium scented perfume
and apply dark kohl to my eyes and
ponder the snowy December night
I met you and first felt your charm.

 

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Poem 9

Barren Trees by lolitalacedjezabel

wool skirt upturned
tights down
legs circling
sweater strains
the bite of frost
pressing the flesh
hoping for indentations
barren trees above
snow collects on the rope
as my arms are bound
and I'm lifted
covered with the heat of flesh
sharing the moment
feeling the liquid spread
cold on contact with the thighs
each push
sending sensations
sweat freezes to the brow
then the release
orgasmic screams blend
into the wind

 

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Poem 10

DECEMBER by Implexity

Hark how the silver celled
slay balls ring
'round the rosy viral garland
white ribbons and yellow massacre
for whom the death tolls

an immaculate concept, imagine
there's no pearled harbor
full of tea or Bulged battle
as a creamed cigar flickers
in the menorah of velvet revolution

impeachy secession, schnapping the chain
reaction of a nuclear bus boycott
while a bull sits no more
and an ear hears naught
the screams over Lockerbie

brothers take flight, wrapped
in the twelve daze of candied caning
one Pole effected, another elected
and a mad monk sunk
in the river of impunity

press passed and Bhopal gassed
amnesty for the civilly warred
and freedom for the civilly whored
frequency spans the waves
wireless words celebrating

the son and the seven
the Sagittarian solstice
and the year's sunset
lest history disremember
December

 

[The Poets]

Poem 11

In the Spring time by AnonAndAnon

Into my garden,
In the Spring time, the pretty song time,
My darling comes to me,
"Can I have the car keys and some money?
My friends'n I're off to the movies."
I listen a moment to a Phoebe sing,
In the Spring time, the pretty rhyme time,
"And your AP Calc test tomorrow?"
"I'm so on it."
Which means and doesn't mean a thing.

In my garden,
In the Spring time, the pretty rhyme time,
Birds sing in the trees.
With the beans up, so hopeful and so green,
And white flowers on the peas,
It's hard to imagine
Summer drought and weeds.
Best, the only bugs now, mosquitoes,
Have no taste for leaves.
I give her the cash and the keys.

In my garden,
In the Winter time, the merry December time,
My cell rings out for me,
A frozen rot of tomato vines
Lies tangled in the breeze.
"I've spent too much on books and things,
More money in my account, please."
I don't ask about classes and school,
Not being a complete fool,
I've heard, "Oh fine," way too many times.

In my garden,
In the Winter time, the merry December time,
I speak into my phone
Now that the connection's broken,
"I've known the joys of creation -
The times when code flowed like fire
When enthusiasm filled the air,
When the product seemed fresh
And oh so sure to catch on;
And I remember that hospital morning
When I first saw your face,
Red and wizened and strange,
You looked so oddly like my grandmother,
I felt and feel such fear
That nothing can ease or erase."

In my garden,
In the Winter time, the merry December time,
I get back to raking leaves.

 

[The Poets]

Poem 12

Staring out the Window in the Snow by DANSOVREVES

December leaves me thoughts for company.
You’re called away, and I’m left with a dream
Of you to get me through the days and nights.
In waking recollections you’re the theme.
The nights are dark and full of whispered prayer
That melts the hoarfrost as your lips once did
That night you danced and we laughed in the snow.
Ice of that memory makes my heartbeat skid.
The smell of cinnamon would make you proud,
Recalling our infamous apple pie.
I almost thought you’d never get the flour
Out of your hair. We laughed until we cried.
And setting up our tree, we were too drunk
On eggnog to remember what went where.
It leaned too much; the angel knocked it down.
But you were kissing me; I didn’t care.
Last Christmas, we were sitting in that church
And you pulled out my ring (long overdue!)
The priest stopped reading when I gave that whoop
And everybody cheered when I kissed you.
December’s candles shine brightly enough
That I don’t miss the Spring. I have your love.
And parting makes returning much more sweet

 

[The Poets]

Poem 13

by Ishtat

Listen. Hear me daughter's daughter's child
my days grow dark are shortening
and flesh is wearied to the bone

The long night calls me home
it is my time
and my decembering.

In lengthening days
listen. Hear me daughter's daughter's child
and sing our spirit on.

 

[The Poets]

Poem 14

by Hmmnmm

Zapata Zapata zapata!
optic pleasure magnificent
but audio chambers resound
muddled thump, singer lost zing.

nostrils drip, lips spew tinseled
curses; merry bugs laud all
pretty candy canes, we must
suck them hard, lick round up down

shoot nyquil doubles; audibles
create suspicious neighbors
tinsel muffler or coke fiend
sniffle sniffe merry what?!

Zapata Zapat – hmmm, I hear
an old friend moved to thailand

 

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