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Poem #1: 3 votes
Poem #2: 6 votes
Poem #3: 9 votes
Poem #4: 19 votes
Poem #5: 4 votes
Poem #6: 10 votes
Poem #7: 3 votes
Poem #8: 3 votes
Poem #9: 2 votes
Poem #10: 13 votes
Poem #11: 4 votes
Poem #12: 11 votes
Poem #13: 6 votes
Last updated on 19/3/06, 23:59 PM
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Poem #1
As I Fall Deeper Into The Mist
As I fall deeper into the mist,
I find shadows everywhere,
Life as I had known them there,
Were like the afternoon air.
Though I may be reminiscing again,
I know what was there, was there,
Turning the wheels of time,
Was never worth the dime. -
Image taken from www.answers.com
Poem #2
A B C D for Thy Self
An apple a day keeps my heart
From being frozen
ItsÂ’ fiery and wet soul
Keeping me warm from within
Many berries a week keep my life
From being bitter
ItsÂ’ sweetness and huggable body
Keeping me happy from within
A few citrus a month keep my soul
From being dull
ItsÂ’ freshness and sour mood
Keeping me glowing from within
A few durians a year keep myself
From being false
ItsÂ’ foulness and fleshy seed
Keeping me grounded from within
Oh how these aptly describe onesÂ’ self
For without these fruits
How shall I live
Small am I but great is life -
Image taken from www.aromacookery.com
Poem #3
Such A Vulgarian
such a vulgarian- I know that.
my thoughts are so vulgar and crude,
no sense of taste, just a cheap shot at being,
knowing what beauty is.
perhaps I will transform some day
into a riffraff vulgarian,
one who slaps people in the knees
and explodes with laughter at meals.
and I will eat and eat,
forget my manners, laugh at prayers,
chicken, mudpies, samosas.
my friends tap me with their spoons
their enviable garbage friend who eats what she pleases
I will bulge as a whale plump and swimmingly
in the sea of discontent I reign free and happy
as a plankton.
Boys I have loved and who loved
come up to me
'ah, you're ugly,' they say
I smile my monsterous teeth and bite them in two.
I smile shiningly and kiss them on the head.
I tell them I am going to Tibet
through a medical miracle
I will suckle 300 children there,
a mother of rushdie proportions.
Sweet Shiva! They exclaim.
I am out of my mind, I am given to schizophrenia
they give me their cards to their specialists
Dr. V, Dr.D, Dr. S
My hugeness has made them kind and relieved,
I am jolly as a horse with bells on the street
they pat my hand with utmost pleasure,
I crush them like chocolate figures
into a bear hug, my monsterous dangs. -
Image taken from www.gourmetfoodmall.com
Poem #4
The Two of Us
Something was there, that only they could feel,
the love for each other, so strong and real.
They were always together, never apart,
sharing almost everything, even their hearts.
Their hands met, clasped so firm and tight,
they were never out of each other's sight.
He was there when she needed him the most,
when everything felt seemingly hopeless and lost.
The day soon came when she had to go,
when they exchanged good-byes, he told her so.
"I'll wait for you, no matter what,
for you'll always be in my heart."
"With all my heart, I solemnly pledge,
with all my love, I solemnly swear."
Their lips locked in a passionate kiss,
she soon left, leaving him thinking of what he'll miss. -
Image from www.reefrainforest.com
Poem #5
Twisted
Twisted thoughts and twisted days;
Twisted minds plaguing the new-mown hay.
I ain't born freak, and I ain't being clay;
I just don't wanna caught in this indecent play.
An innocent child, a smile so gay;
What have they done, that he led astray?
I ain't escaping, and I ain't gonna stay;
But, what have I done to be betrayed?
Like it or not, I'll be like yesterday;
Like it or not, I won't involve in this fray.
Pointless to argue and nothing to say;
All that I want is to do it my own way.
Call me queer, call me fag, call me gay;
Call me whatever, I never gonna be dismayed.
All you have to do is stay out of my way;
Then you'll be sure, I won't mess up your day! -
Image taken from www.theage.com.au
Poem #6
For the Love of Pho
(Pho~ Famed Vietnamese Beef Noodle Soup)
Father, I must confessÂ…
Lately I have sinned
And no matter how I try, it seems to me,
I cannot resist the ecstasy
Of a Pot of Pho, or two, or three
Father you donÂ’t understand
My consuming gluttony?
IÂ’ll lead you there and I pray youÂ’ll see. HereÂ’s the brothÂ…
Yes, I did warn you the smell IS simply heavenly!
Here, taste these noodles with texture slippery wet
And taste this beef, shaved thin and cooked just-right,
It melts in your mouth
Ah yesÂ…now you see the light!
Noodles, beef and broth served
With a garnish of basil, chillies and a squeezing of lime
Heavens! Father, isn't that your 10th bowl?!
IÂ’m assured thenÂ…God won't see this gluttony as a crime? -
Image taken from www.math.hawaii.edu
Poem #7
He Sits Alone Staring
He sits alone staring, just staring
“Pis Pis!” the perfume goes as She sqirt it on
He turns , considers games on the PC, games....
“Clink Clank Boom!” door closes as She hurried down the stairs
He shakes his head, makes a cup of coffee
“Taxi! Taxi!” She turns her head around frantically looking....
He sighs, strolls downstairs for cold milk first
“Oh No!” She's soaking in the sudden rain
He exclaims, what a gorgeous young lady, perhaps...
“Damn!” She hurried away as she spotted an old pervert leeching
He takes brisk steps, she's moving away, without...
“Taxi! I need a taxi now!” She glanced back and the old pervert is following her
He shouts, your keys, your set of keys
“Please stop!” She managed to stop an old London cab
He picks up the keys, turns towards the police station, in the bright morning sun.
“At last!” The taxi drove off away from the old pervert, in the late evening rain. -
Image taken from www.gastro.hr
Poem #8
Food For Thought
Food for Thought
who lurks around the edges and shadows
Parsing
The etheral and incorporeal given life
and thus
death
Food for Thought
who hunts panther-slow-and-stealthy
And consumes
the Illusions and the Dreams
by dissection
You cannot see the starlight for the dust motes
You cannot see the starlight at all
Food for Thought
who prowls unseen
by Inspiration
who grazes in wide-spread, plentiful herds
The young, the wise, the fruitful ---
they are the first to die
And even the fiery will grow ripe someday
The predator is patient
Food for Thought
who feeds
and feeds
and feeds...
Food for Thought
whose vicious articulateness
burns me out
The hunt goes on forever
And I die a little inside
everytime -
Image taken from www.aromacookery.com
Poem #9
Utmost Supremacy
Your hypocrisy has been put to rest,
yet my flame of hatred still contest.
You prove yourself to be not above the rest,
and now you utterly fail my test.
You fail to appease my anger,
and now you shall tremble.
For I use nothing but horror,
and fulfil them with great pleasure.
You thought no one could see through your lies,
but you forgot the person who saw through your rise.
Now, throw the dice,
and let it decide as to how you should die.
So here lies your fate,
did you think you would die this way?
And now, I hereby proclaim you...
Dead. -
Image taken from people.eku.edu
Poem #10
Anorexic Satiation
I. The Confrontation
Dinner again.
You fume in disdain.
Air grimed in greasy stain.
I am going insane.
Struggling in vain,
To shake this chronic pain.
I am no Saint.
Hard to abstain.
The taunt of this odious bane.
II. The Battle
Beyond the line.
Enemy in disguise.
The cheese is luring mice.
Smell of fries,
Full of vice.
Temptation, hard to deny.
I close my eyes,
Take a dive,
Tug you behind my mind.
And yet you rise,
Like a butterfly,
Trying again to entice.
I draw my knife,
And I cut, and I slice,
I skin you with all my might.
You hold your pride,
Strength subsides,
Retaliation is just unwise.
There you lie,
Like a flatten fly.
Beaten, unable to defy.
III. The Victory
I almost vomit.
Not because you bleed.
But for the oil you leaked.
Victory is sweet.
But we shall meet,
With you in another outfit.
Am I sick?
No, a meal to forfeit.
A gush of triumphant sweepÂ… -
Image taken from esl.about.com
Poem #11
Piece of Meat
Treat me well like your new-born child
and I would return favour as best as I could
Intoxicate me up with wine and sauce
and I would taste better than any other
Tenderize me with initimate care
and I would go soft at your touch
Put me to your flames with passion
and I would suffer the burns with delight
Chew me well so that you don't choke
and I would linger in your mouth longer
Swallow me but don't spit me out
and I would be reborn as part of you -
Image taken from www.nestle.dk
Poem #12
A Bowl of Humble Maggi Mee
French shaved truffles are a famous treat
So are wagyu beef; for the uninformed-
ThatÂ’s real expensive meat!
I have tasted every food from across these seas,
But I still prefer my humble (curry) maggi mee!
When life gets trite
And in this big bad world you feel like an insignificant
Mite!
Forget for a moment your misery,
Hey, itÂ’s no big tragedy when there is (curry) maggi mee!
What? Nonsense and blasphemy!
How dare you say too much MSG in my maggi mee?
Eat too much become baldy?
So what, get wig...settle already! -
Image taken from www.aromacookery.com
Poem #13
Someday
Someday, IÂ’m just going to
say I give
up
And throw my hands
into the air
Cupping the stars and hoping that they
plummet
What a very mean thing to think
Santa Claus wonÂ’t be very happy
to find that you wished his
traffic lights dead
YouÂ’ll regret this
as soon as the first snow
falls
and the death of silent night
brings presents for everyone
but you
Someday, IÂ’m just going to
pray to the air and the roads
And not to God
because they are here
deciding my fate
and He is Above
Me
Up there behind the clouds
Hiding
behind the shamed moon
Watch and wait, I will burn
up
like the stars
that you want me to become
Someday, IÂ’m just going to
walk the plank
Because IÂ’ve never seen sharks before
in real life
And who knows if they arenÂ’t really
the kindest beasts
in the whole wide world?
Someday, IÂ’m just going toÂ… -
I vote for #4.
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I sense LL presence somewhere.
Can we have an Open Male category and Open Female one? -
Thanks D Hacker! You have one more vote, don't waste it!Originally posted by Darkness_hacker99:I vote for #4. -
Lazer is a mod here what.Originally posted by alexkusu:I sense LL presence somewhere.
Can we have an Open Male category and Open Female one? 
Nope cannot although there will be more changes next year. -
My second vote goes to.......... #1Originally posted by DeadPoet:Thanks D Hacker! You have one more vote, don't waste it! -
#10 & #4.
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#3 and #10 please!
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#4 and #11.
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Thank you!Originally posted by Darkness_hacker99:My second vote goes to.......... #1 -
Thanks for voting Rejected!Originally posted by Rejected:#10 & #4. -
Thanks for voting expiringpoet! Not easy to decide hor.Originally posted by expiringpoet:#3 and #10 please!