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Poetry Contest
The Careless Poetry Contest

Entries will be judged on strength of imagery, emotion, and just plain overall coolness.
1st Prize: Dinner for Two at a Fine Restaurant in Your Town
2nd Prize: Dinner for two at McDonalds, including pie! (Caution: Filling is hot.)
All entries will be included in upcoming zine.

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Careless Abandon

"WHY" -- Linda, 08:55:09 06/01/03 Sun

EVERY DAY THAT WOULD GO BY
I WOULD ALWAYS WONDER WHY
YOU COME TO ME AND SAID GOODBYE
I WILL FOREVER ALWAYS WONDER WHY
YOU FELT YOU HAD TO SAY GOODBYE

FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS I SAT AND CRIED
I LOST WHAT I HAD LOVED WITH PRIDE
I AM NOW SO EMPTY INSIDE
FEELING LIKE I ALMOST DIED

YOU WERE EVERYTHING TO ME
FOR SOME REASON YOU WOULDN’T SEE
I WAS FOR YOU AND YOU FOR ME
HOW COME YOU DIDN’T WANT TO SEE
TOGETHER YOU SAID WE WOULD BE
I TOO BELIEVE YOU WANTED ME

I TELL MYSELF I AM THROUGH
INSIDE I WANT TO BE WITH YOU
EVEN THOUGH YOU HURT ME TOO
MY HEART TELLS ME TO FORGIVE YOU
LIKE I KNOW I ALWAYS DO
I KNOW YOUR LOVE ISN’T TRUE
THIS IS WHY YOU ARE YOU

I WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU
THIS WILL BE FOREVER TRUE
MY HEART WILL BELONG TO YOU
I JUST HOPE THE PAIN IS THROUGH

I DIDN’T KNOW BEING WITH YOU
THAT I WOULD MAKE YOU FEEL SO BLUE
WHAT COULD I EVER DO
TO MAKE YOU SEE THAT I LOVED YOU

I STARTED OUT EVERY DAY
HOPING I WOULD HEAR YOU SAY
I LOVE YOU JUST THIS WAY
THIS IS WHAT I’D HOPED YOU WOULD SAY
I PRAYED FOR THAT EVERY DAY
FOR EACH TURNED OUT THE SAME WAY
YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED EVEN TODAY
I KNOW YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THAT WAY

I HOLD YOU CLOSE IN MY HEART
NOTHING COMPARES TO THE START
I HAVE A HOLE IN MY HEART
I KNOW HAS BEEN THERE FROM THE START

I NO LONGER WANT TO CRY
I WILL ALSO SAY GOODBYE
NO MORE TEARS WILL I CRY
I NOW TOO SAY GOODBYE

I WILL ALWAYS WONDER WHY
YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD TO SAY GOODBYE
THE HURT THAT I HAVE INSIDE
MAKES MY HEART FEEL IT’S ALMOST DIED

AGAIN TODAY I SAT AND CRIED
I’M THE ONE THAT KNOWS I LIED
I AM SO VERY LOST INSIDE
I LOST THE MAN I LOVED WITH PRIDE

I WILL FOREVER LIVE THE LIE
I TOLD HIM WHEN I SAID GOODBYE
I DON’T LOVE YOU THAT WAS THE LIE
I WILL LOVE HIM ‘TILL THE DAY I DIE

WE LIVE OUR LIVES NOW APART
WITH PAIN AND SORROW IN OUR HEART
WISHING WE COULD GO TO THE START
WE WOULD NOW NOT BE APART
THE LOVE WE HAD FROM THE START
HE WOULD BELIEVE NOW IN HIS HEART
GOODBYE HE WOULD NEVER SAY
BOTH TOGETHER WE WOULD BE TODAY

THE GAMES HE THOUGHT HE HAD TO PLAY
CAME TO A FINAL END THAT DAY
WHEN HE CAME TO ME HE HAD TO SAY
GOODBYE GIRLFRIEND IN HIS OWN WAY

BOTH WE NOW LIVE A LIE
I KNOW NOW HE DID CRY
I SAW THE LOVE IN HIS EYE
THE DAY HE CAME TO SAY GOODBYE
HE ALSO TOO TELLS A LIE
THE ONE I TOLD WHEN I SAID GOODBYE

EVERY DAY I WOULD ALWAYS CRY
THIS IS WHY I HAD TO LIE
THE DAY WE WOULD SAY GOODBYE
I NO LONGER WONDER WHY
WE DECIDED TO LIVE A LIE

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And we have a winner! -- Careless Abandon, 20:48:18 03/12/03 Wed

The winner in our illustrious poetry contest was simply the most concise, and meaningful poem we have ever run across:

(no subject) -- ., 15:48:47 03/02/01 Fri

its crazy up in here

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It took us over three years to come to this decision, which many of us do not agree upon, but I do, and I'm in charge of this contest, so there.

Unfortunately, the winner was not able to claim the Grand Prize of dinner for two in a restaurant in your home town, as his home town was bombed by the Russians in 1945, and is now a crater, filled with lots of interesting plants, and classified by the German government.

Also, he posted anonymously, so we don't know who he is, and made up that last paragraph because it sounded interesting.

So we awarded the Grand Prize to the actual Second Place winner, and gave the McDonald's dinner to a homeless guy that's been bugging us lately.

The Second Place Winner:

Insane Poets -- Philisophico, 15:44:26 03/02/01 Fri

Her pain has gotten the better of her
She reaches into the dusky depths
Carefully choosing each word as a dagger
To cut slices across her enemy
Each deeper than the last

And as the blood drips and scatters across the page
Her fingers fly with delight
Twisting and bending each syllable into contorted fear
Stabbing and hacking with rough strokes
With gathering abandon

And now her enemy falls, and slumps to the ground
Her power seems unstoppable
Confused longing-why does the pain only grow?
And now the true identity of her enemy becomes so very clear
The flesh she mutilates is her own
As she burns each word into her wasted skin

Philisophico is not the poet's real name, but we can assure you, it is a real person, and not one of my many alter egos, or cats. Philisophico shows up at various places around town, and hypnotizes lizards for a dollar.

Philisophico is a brilliant poet, and enjoyed a dinner for Philisophico and a date, in Philisophico's hometown of Eau Claire, WI, at Ed's Fine Trout on Wabash Street. Ed has been grilling trout since he was a six month old baby, and he catches every single fish and french fry in the pond out to the back.

"I uses lures, mostly," said Ed, reported by his brother, Fred, in a Fictional Eastern European accent.

"Lures and baby back ribs, with some a them batter fried onions," he added with a sideways grin, as reported by a yam in Coldpudding.

That's just North of Barnsley, for all you wamstockings and porgs, a mile East of the Burpee River. On a clear day you can smell the mattress factory, just two miles West on the Gorblon Heights knolls.

Congratulations, Philisophico, and your date, as well.

Good luck, and thanks for playing.

Our next contest will involve cheese.

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Front Yard at Dusk -- Richard, 21:35:22 07/01/02 Mon

Torches burn in the twilight's hue
Shadow dances with light
The scent of trees
Soft in the breeze
A whisper upon the night

I stand in perfect silent awe
My arms around my wife's waist
As kittens play
And run astray
So much they have yet to taste

And a mouse is running across the field
Unaware of the hawk circling near
Unfazed by man
It's nature's plan
That cat will first get him, I fear

Such a playful, dangerous balance
Our awareness, and our dream
A gift so rare
Yet everywhere
A leaf upon a stream

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If poets are born, not made -- Ricahrd, 21:49:25 04/21/02 Sun

If poets are born, not made

My dog would languish in summery shade

My fish would swim in the bowl all day

And horses would dream of sweet, fragrant hay

If boets were porn, not mub

I'd heave your louse, and sleep in the tub

I'd sell all my ice cream for 12% off

Then pour it all melting into a big trough

If grommets were round, not square

I'd pierce my left nostril with strawberry hair

I'd stain the bathtub with frothy warm beer

I'd stick eighteen candles into my right ear

I'd fiddle de widdle, and sloogle doo doo

Before I'd waste my life advising you

Poets are born and made and undone

Ranchers are farmers that live in the sun

Words are our friends, except "ram," "boom," and "splee"

I hope you've all learned in this lesson from me

Stanzas should always have even numbers

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Vertigo (poem) -- Shari M. Wentzel, 15:59:46 03/02/01 Fri

Vertigo
Have you ever seen the beauties of a mythological muse?
Her beauty lies in her fingers.
Watch so very closely as she fabricates another fairytale.
the room appears to go dark,
you begin to hallucinate,
feeling me touching you
Inside my vertigo.
draining the oracle,
replacing it with a tainted desire
your essence now floats above me
erect an optical illusion in your mind,
Control it with your inner being
Seek out your imaginary musing
explore deep into my world and communicate with my clone.

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Tailor Made -- Krystal, 15:55:03 03/02/01 Fri

When you were made, they had me in mind.
You were tailored from a wish list, of what a perfect man should be, if there was ever to be such a kind.
First was a heart that enabled you to feel so deep.
That beat with a loving kindness.
That made you so sweet.
Second were soft brown eyes, that I could see looking into for a lifetime.
Third there was a voice that knew just what a say to make me smile.
The list goes on & on.
You make it complete from your long wavy hair down to your toes.
You're the soul I've been waiting to meet.

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Poem for Krystal -- Richard, 15:54:28 03/02/01 Fri

As life begins, we are free, and open
A pure product of love
The winds of the world blow freely through our
young, untouched souls
Slowly a wall is built
Through pain and doubt
And bad information

As we grow, we are faced with choice after choice
The road to wisdom
The miles we travel seep slowly into our
sad, weary hearts
Over time we acquire
Bitterness, glory
Or some combination

And where is love, in all our grand adventures?
What voice is there
That sings of all our promise as we lie down
to sleep in a strange place?
What price is paid
To awaken in the morn
Without a face upon my chest?

In finding you, I've found the music soars
Like breaking waves
That pound away the layers of disappointment
leaving a perfect heart
Beating with precision
Timed with one so true
Held within your breast

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No Name -- mystery dude, 15:53:56 03/02/01 Fri

our love is visionary
born before the sun
our life is changing
riding into the night
channeling the galaxies...
penetrating the heart of the universe

colorful rainmaker
masterfully weaving
the strings
that guide and pull us
through the sleep
of tomorrow

let us elevate our spirit
and taste the new day

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No Name -- mystery dude, 15:53:25 03/02/01 Fri

another day
atomic morning
dazzled skies
ripped open
seams exposed
jetliners blow
here comes the rippled time
folding in on itself
universe collapses.

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To Make a Day -- Starhawk, 15:52:54 03/02/01 Fri

What does it take to make a day?
A lot of love along the way:
It takes a morning and a noon,
A father's voice, a mother's croon;
It takes some task to challenge all
The powers that a man may call
His own: the powers of mind and limb;
a whispered word of love; a hymn
Of hope-a comrade's cheer-
A baby's laughter and a tear;
It takes a dream, a hope, a cry
Of need from some soul passing by;
A sense of brotherhood and love;
A purpose sent from God above;
It takes a sunset in the sky,
The stars of night, the winds that sigh;
It takes a breath of scented air,
A mother's kiss, a baby's prayer.
That is what it takes to make a day:
A lot of love along the way.

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~~~Equidity Of Peace~~~ -- Teresa Ivy Jones, 15:52:21 03/02/01 Fri

When middays' are more lucid than an eclipse,
The nights' lividness makes no difference,
Meshing into opaque undiscern.
It converges from the void, permeating me.
Frigid, severe, sudden and cruel,
Disjointing my consciousness, waning.
It's difficult to love and hate in relative ardor,
Vocabulary converts to artilarary for affections.
Enduring guardianship of our idiosyncrasies
Creates intense narrows intervening you and I.
Concede in my equity, in the name of peace.

Teresa Ivy Jones
©6-30-2000

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The Masque -- Eowyn, 15:51:17 03/02/01 Fri

An endless exspanse of masked faces
Swirl around the room
turning here
dipping there

Images of others
Images of themselves
Float within the transparent figures
...Faces laughing
souls crying...

All veiled false-faces
To hide from the mirrors ever prying eyes
All afraid-
They know they cannot hide.

The Sould know the truth (or lack thereof)
In the masks
The Souls Know the truth
They are the Mirrors

What does the mirror show-
That the mask hides?
And what does the mask show-
that the mirror will hide

The faces wear masks to hide what is false
vanity...greed...lust...hate.
they know nothing
only fear

The mirrors in the souls cringe
They know the lies
(they wish to be free)
They know the truth-
and cry out

...an endless dance
forever swirling...

Sometimes Looking-but not seeing
Sometimes hearing-but not listening
Sometimes toughing-but not feeling
A tortured, endless game the souls play w/ the faces
-because they must

And you cant help but wonder
In reality,
Which is the mask
And which is the mirror?

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A Poem -- Starhawk, 15:49:33 03/02/01 Fri

Clouds are flowing in the river,
waves are flying in the sky.
Life is laughing in a pebble.
Does a pebble ever die?
Flowers grow out of the garbage,
such a miracle to see.
What seems dead and what seems dying
makes for butterflies to be.
Life is laughing in a pebble,
flowers bathe in morning dew.
Dust is dancing in my footsteps
and I wonder who is who.
Clouds are flowing in the river,
clouds are drifting in my tea,
On a never-ending journey,
what a miracle to be!

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[> Re: A Poem-Hey Starhawk, are you Eveline Beumkes? I should've known... -- pissed off Richard, all those months later, 16:18:59 04/03/02 Wed

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(no subject) -- ., 15:48:47 03/02/01 Fri

its crazy up in here

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Another Poem (not a contest entry) -- mellowin man, 15:45:36 03/02/01 Fri

I kissed your soft mouth
And I was holding a fragile life in my arms
Your every word a song
The breeze buffeting your hair
That was then
I stood, staring, dazed
Obscenities flew from those taunting lips
Your every word a funeral dirge
For a love I would gladly have died for
That was then
For many months, and some years
I fed you and calmed you and rubbed your neck
My every word a tome of love
And wasn't I the saintly spirit?
Back then?
Saving your life
By keeping you as a pet, free from the pain
That would well up from so very deep
Countering abuse with understanding
When all you craved was abuse
And funny, you got what you wanted
Though I never knew it
My subtle torture the guilt
To which you gave me the key
And now, in memory, for this is now
I think of those moments
We held each other close
And said nothing at all

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Poem (not a contest entry) -- mellowin man, 15:45:04 03/02/01 Fri

I remember one Sunday afternoon
I laid my head against your naked breasts
And listened to your heartbeat
While you dozed, in and out of sleep
I remember you were warm
And made my bed, my whole world smell like jasmine
Or perfection
I remember one summer morning
I got up before you
And sat on the beach
Listening to the waves
“Good morning my love,”
Came your voice from nowhere
The voice of an angel
I remember springtime in the Rockies
You and I, with a backdrop by God Himself
That night we played in the hottub
Made love by the fire
And I fell asleep with you in my arms
The next day we made our way up the mountain
The chef made us a special dinner
And the whole wide world was ours
I’ll never forget the hot passion we shared
Or forget the warmth of our love
And though I’ll never take you back
I’ll always miss you
Always

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Insane Poets -- Philisophico, 15:44:26 03/02/01 Fri

Her pain has gotten the better of her
She reaches into the dusky depths
Carefully choosing each word as a dagger
To cut slices across her enemy
Each deeper than the last

And as the blood drips and scatters across the page
Her fingers fly with delight
Twisting and bending each syllable into contorted fear
Stabbing and hacking with rough strokes
With gathering abandon

And now her enemy falls, and slumps to the ground
Her power seems unstoppable
Confused longing-why does the pain only grow?
And now the true identity of her enemy becomes so very clear
The flesh she mutilates is her own
As she burns each word into her wasted skin

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They Travelled by Water -- Sky King, 15:43:55 03/02/01 Fri

Gentle river, peaceful flow
Bird in wooded song thrives
Sunlight glints, breezes blow
Squirrel somehow survives
River's bend, hooded green
Salmon fights his way
Cliffs are high, trees are spare
Travelling for a day
Rocks in stream, waters rush
Violence is at hand
Crash! and Bang! Splash! and Wham!
How I understand

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Waterfall, Oh Waterfall -- RoseSky, 15:43:10 03/02/01 Fri

Waterfall oh Waterfall

Who has learned to truly love
Has eyes that are not blind
And lips forever slow to say
A word that is unkind,
Turns sadness into sweetness,
With fingers that can blend
A shawdow into sunlight,
And a song into the wind,
Waterfall oh Waterfall
Flowing down from within.
Roaring beauty simplified in pass
Whispering spirits sent gliding,
Upon and across the green grass,
Outward towards an orange,red
Hued violet rose sky.
Silent thunder hearts whom
Never in time die.
Waterfall oh Waterfall
Flowing down ever so strong.
Loving spirits
Forever and beyond.

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Kindred Spirit Hearts -- RoseSky, 15:35:29 03/02/01 Fri

Blue, green, white oceans sea.
Orange, red, violet sunsets free.
Wind oh gently blows,
Blade of grass flows.
Feel the earth shake?
Our souls our mate.
Spirits touch out of state,
Of knowing we are awake.
Heaven glows from above,
In ever knowing, feeling love.
Shining brilliant stars,
Forever we are.
Kindred Spirit Hearts from afar.

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Country Nights -- Chas Divinrod, 15:32:50 03/02/01 Fri

She stood and stared
out the window
As the bus pulled away
Her heart lying beside
The dusty road
She choked back
her tears
One last time
And turned off her feelings
Forever
Made the men beg
For something that they'd
Never get
When they woke up beside her
They always felt
somehow uneasy
And I have little doubt
Each one's lucky
For surviving the night
And I pity the man
Who finally gets
what he so craves
There's only so much
A sweet loving heart
can endure
And once awakened
Feelings so deep
can be deadly
Better hold on tight
Pain can be
the best love of all

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Careless Abandon

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