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The next seasons contest theme was provided by PaintedRed, one of the winner of last season’s contest, congratulation. Before I digress, the next seasons theme is ‘The Deserted Road’


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Members are allowed one entry in the poetry contest. (You are welcome to enter our prose contest as well.) Poetry entries should be submitted as posts to this thread. The competition is open to all members of Writer’s Beat, including staff.

Members are requested to refrain from commenting on entries in this posting thread. Please use the Spring Contest Comment thread instead. That thread will remain open throughout the posting period and afterwards, and members are encouraged to let entrants know what they thought of their entries.

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Poetry: 40 Lines

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Close Date:
22nd June 2012, 12 midnight GMT (Extended for August Quarterly issue)

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After the closing date, a voting thread will be posted. Voting will commence on the 23rd of June and close on the 29th of June 2012, 12 midnight GMT.



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Also, the member (or tying members) with the most votes will get to suggest the next contest theme!



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Do not laugh, do not mock, rich is one who tries even if she fails.

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The road of life

I'm going, going and now i'm gone
to where not even I know
My journey used to be not alone
but one by one my companions left
I am left here standing all alone
on this road to nowhere
I can't go back
I can't go on
because I'm gone
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Old 03-06-2012, 05:33 AM
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Shorter roads.
Dust.
Drowns.
Infinite roads
I alone.
for eternity.
without support.
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A Deserted Road

A road ahead is flunged,
it's a blurred vision,
it speaks out a tale of derelict schisms
its crevasses are spams to years of neglects.

the area is grind
nothing but strewn
tarmashed and glunged,
it's a citadel of ruins
deserted it feels,
eery it grows,
it's signs to a time
macabre and troubled.

the lieu ahead is grim
it's tarnished city,
it screams out a past shrouded in missions
that went down and failed
and came up and dragged
soils out of lives.

the path ahead is dim
it's scattered slump,
nature has pace to erase it to grace,
it shall lift it to new and hope to plough again.
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The Hidden Path


Eighty days since winter's solstice,
The snow has come and gone,
Eighty days for April showers;
Unraveler of the verdant lawn.

What lies beneath the melting snow?
The icy threadbare path.
Encased inside a frozen tomb,
The victim of winter's wrath.

Frozen earth then thaws to mud,
The road begins to meld,
Sunken earth consuming shape,
Obscuring the path the trail held.

The birth of flora then beckons the sun,
Their rituals invoke spring equinox;
Swaying in time with the whispering wind,
Drying the timbers and the solemn rocks.

The weathered vestige purging humours,
It's face then hardens into brittle ground,
Parched earth cries out in tears of dust,
As the swallow's dirge begins to sound.

Elements ostracized traces of it's past,
This hidden road now begins anew,
Overgrown in lush foliage,
Secretly drinking alone of springtime dew.
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Old 03-07-2012, 07:47 AM
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On the Barren Path


Oh, how she dances across the desolate road!
No dust clings to her perfect form;
winds do not muss her flowing locks,
and thunderheads buckle and burst at her splendor.

My love she skips across the barren, bleak highway,
a road of greed and strife and gold.
Swift feet fly over pebbles and gravel,
sloth and agony, and past hopeless habitude.

Along this barren road she is in solitude,
no one would dare break her splendor;
the slime and muck of earthly filth
does part and bend and leave her free.

Racing, racing across the forsaken passage,
she sprints to climes of calm splendor,
to vistas high and valleys rich;
far beyond the bleak and barren pathway of pills.

My love, she dreams, to pass beyond this darkened shore,
to leave behind the battered lane,
to vacate the pain of this earth;
to at last cease the racking, blinding pain, she craves...

To the light of release she springs, she sprints, she soars!
Her flawless gown, her crimson hair,
ivory skin glows in the sun...
allure marred only by blood, seeping into sand.

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An Old Deserted Road

Off Bimini they say, is where they claim it is,
under waters blue, a highway there exists.

Ancient is the way, unknown the destination,
Atlantis to east perhaps, and west the Toltec nation?

Wizards Kings and wanderers once trod upon it bold,
and soldiers of the fishhead god drove caravans of gold.

From Babylon to Angor Wat it's fame was more than token,
for halfway round the globe it ran it's smooth white stones unbroken.

Of who built it when and why, the ancients often spoke
but history disremembers the name of that fey folk,
and true to our modern form of thought
has left us little more than nought
but an old deserted road.
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Upon a wide oft travelled road,
paved smooth with well-worn stone,
I met the shades of everyman,
and touched their bleaching bones.
They bade me turn and view the road
that I traversed carefree,
and I beheld another path,
that few will ever see.
Narrow the path where rocks and stones,
made difficult the way
and scarce and few the footprints,
when I heard their voices say.
‘The toils of that path are many
and though yoked with heavy load,
the light awaits each pilgrim,
on that old deserted road.
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The Other Way

Upon the midnight road I tread,
behind me lies the empty inn
abandoned for better prospects.
Heading for morrows dawn,
as winter claims the dying days
with bitter chill and burning winds.

Upon the midnight road I tread,
before me lies a road divided.
Unmarked the way, under veiled sky,
the stone betrayed by rain and sun.
So one I pick by chance’s grace,
for on I must, no rest from snarling cold.

Upon the midnight road a shadow trots,
A rider robed, a castle against the cold.
I tip my hat as he approves, slow and weary.
He leans across the bridle, hollow eyes meet my gaze.
He reaches out with bony hand, a greeting in return.
“Poet, you should have chosen the other way.”
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The Deserted Road

The path undulates o’er hill and hollow
As I put footfall to the ancient way.
A dove of peace follows a’er my trail
But n’er do I see the end of day.
The Sun and I are close and common
He boils my blood as I trod.
I hate him for it, and he hates me
And gives no quarter, nor hint of God.
I’ve walked this way for many a year
Nigh on ever, past farm and field.
Prayed all my life, for a hopeful morrow
Plodding onward, soul never healed.
I’ve hoped for someone as a minder
A placid companion, near and pure.
All this lonely way, our hearts to merge
But, no, tis alone am I and must endure.
My future was known to a God unseen
In a holy book both sacred and hardhearted.
Free will not offered, His plan prechosen
He knew my worth before I started.
Free will exists, you say, in all its glory
For everyone to chose their recompense.
Nay, I tell you, his all-knowing power
Precludes such blather and nonsense.
An all-seeing God cannot give free will
And heaven’s reward, an all-knowing entity.
He knows in advance everyone’s lot
Where you and I will spend eternity.
So, on I walk, drained and hopeless
My quota of penance for sins bestowed.
Now an atheist, yearns for another chance
None to come as I walk this damned road.

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The deserted road wines forever onwards,
tall poplars like sentinels
line its path, as does green hedging,
stripped bare in parts, the tender
foliage stolen to line woven
nesting boxes for spring fledglings.
A place to wake, wide-eyed;
beaks open to receive tasty worms
found in bare brown fields, spreading
along this dusty road to where
I’m travelling – travelling on.
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These city streets
I know each street which my feet fall upon,
Each ageing road sign,
Each flickering street lamp,
And each face which I pass by.

And as the sun comes down across the city ,
I realize I am once again alone.

There is only me, standing on the road in the pale moonlight,
And I stop walking.
I gaze at the sky, until the stars begin to look like eyes looking back at me,
And then as my mind clears, I hear her voice, I see her eyes, I feel her touch .
Regret takes me by the hand, and brings me into the hollow of my heart once more, and I stare at the eternal darkness again.

Until, a car flashes by,
and I am back, standing in the deserted road in the pale moonlight.
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The Long Lonely Line

I wake up walking, like always,
straight down the centre line,
white dashed, pebble black.

I stare at my feet a moment, then up-
across the stretch of motorway
familiar as my hand, unknown as the sky above.

Have I ever looked up?
Is this sky even blue?
I don't know-and won't ask now.

Keep walking.

All around is gray.
Gray light, gray pavement, gray green grass below
fading into gray-blue horizon.

And still I walk. Slow and steady and high above
these wetlands, lowlands low, fen, moor, mire, bog
as far below as my eyes can see.

Beneath this endless concrete bridge,
this gently turning strong ribbon of steel,
this overpass, passing over. Soaring, bending, lifting-

Empty.

No cars. No people.
No birds. No beasts. No butterflies.
Not even a breeze. Not here. Not anymore.

Questions will plague me, later:
Who built this road?
To what purpose?

Why so high above the waving grass below?

Is it to protect the land?
Or me?
Or someone else?

Where does the road lead?
Where did it come from?
Why can I never turn to find another way?

And why is it always so empty?
But these questions don't have answers.
And anyway I'm not asking

Not yet. Not now.

I'm only walking, wandering,
waiting, wondering.
Until I wake.
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Unlocking the Cage From Within

I acquiesced to her examinations, the attempts to control life
Unseen and unheard, I live unacknowledged in the strife

Her anger flares easily when threatened or slighted
By misinformed perceptions, often misguided
I’m blindsided with the actions and behaviors that follow
With attempts to understand what’s spoken, yet hollow

Words from her lips sting, as she fails to edit
The words that cut me to the core, as she said it

The tone still resonates and reverberates in my soul
Hanging on, exhausted, from an awkward push pull

Then the actions ensue, the threats begin to come true

Unjust, the blows sear through me with pain
As I struggle in confusion wondering what she might gain

Arrested and strained, I would silently weep
Torn and numb, from a walking deep sleep

As a man I would think along-side my tears as they fall
My manhood’s castration, a hollowed rendition, in stall

I compensated with friends, lovers and drink
To mask uncomfortable feelings that made me think

It helped me cope with what she did
What my mind remembers, yet skillfully hid

I collapse often by the pressures of her will
By the desire to have my mother, I ache to fill

However I know inside it must be a train wreck
A nervous and tangled web strangles her neck
I also know that fear runs her rage
As I put myself in an invisible cage

It doesn’t leave her with excuse
To move me like a pawn, with such abuse

I am learning self-worth as I turn the page
To no longer play enabler or victim, as I age

My boundaries are new; I’ve put them in place
To offer some solace, time and much needed space

With the dawning of midlife and aspirations for a wife
A line has been drawn, to move forward with my life
Breaking behaviors and patterns, vulnerable as it will be
I can change, it’s my time, no longer caged… but free
 

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