Post by Master of Tacos on Feb 14, 2021 1:37:19 GMT -5
Welcome to the February Poet Laureate Contest, with poems centered on courage. Below are the poems I received. Anyone may vote in this contest, and the poem with the most votes earns its author the title of Poet Laureate! Remember, you still should NOT share the authorship of any entry with anyone but Free Las Pinas until the contest is over. Voting will be open until 1:30 A.M. EDT on February 21.
Please give the poets their due courtesy and read over all the poems before voting.
Good luck to everyone, and may the best poem win!
Entry #1
Stronger
Firm, with every punch
To them, her life was nothing
But she played her part
Her bullies were weak
They were cowards in disguise
And she was stronger
Firm, with every punch
To them, her life was nothing
But she played her part
Her bullies were weak
They were cowards in disguise
And she was stronger
Entry #2
Untitled
‘Twas long ago, both cold and dark,
The sun had slipped away,
Patrons thru my door had come,
To hide until the day.
Good food, strong drink and tales provide,
Distraction from their fear,
Yet laughing eyes can scarce disguise,
The knowledge that Death’s near.
The TITO boys were making noise,
A’boasting of past deeds,
As stronger ales make stronger tales,
They’d all been in their meads.
Kanta cleared his throat and said,
That he was bravest, true,
“While you were kicking raiders butts,
I kicked their mamas too”
Kort’s Korner did erupt in sound,
Knights spewed their drinks, guffawed,
Up through the floor came Shelter’s ghost,
The patrons silent, awed.
“I hear ye making crazy claims,
I’ve come to set you straight,
Titanica, the bravest knight,
Would use you for cut bait,
Yet even he, the noblest knight,
Was filled with doubt and dread,
When from the sand a monster plucked,
Its fearsome, fishy, head.
Halibostrichus vampiricus,
Part vampire, fish and bird,
Grub gumbo turned and ran so fast,
A sonic boom was heard,
For 80 days and nights they ran,
No respite, no time out,
When out of breath, the knight did stop,
And turn himself about,
I beg of thee my mortal foe,
A toast to death let’s chug,
But Hakke smiled and said no thanks,
I chased you for a hug.”
‘Twas long ago, both cold and dark,
The sun had slipped away,
Patrons thru my door had come,
To hide until the day.
Good food, strong drink and tales provide,
Distraction from their fear,
Yet laughing eyes can scarce disguise,
The knowledge that Death’s near.
The TITO boys were making noise,
A’boasting of past deeds,
As stronger ales make stronger tales,
They’d all been in their meads.
Kanta cleared his throat and said,
That he was bravest, true,
“While you were kicking raiders butts,
I kicked their mamas too”
Kort’s Korner did erupt in sound,
Knights spewed their drinks, guffawed,
Up through the floor came Shelter’s ghost,
The patrons silent, awed.
“I hear ye making crazy claims,
I’ve come to set you straight,
Titanica, the bravest knight,
Would use you for cut bait,
Yet even he, the noblest knight,
Was filled with doubt and dread,
When from the sand a monster plucked,
Its fearsome, fishy, head.
Halibostrichus vampiricus,
Part vampire, fish and bird,
Grub gumbo turned and ran so fast,
A sonic boom was heard,
For 80 days and nights they ran,
No respite, no time out,
When out of breath, the knight did stop,
And turn himself about,
I beg of thee my mortal foe,
A toast to death let’s chug,
But Hakke smiled and said no thanks,
I chased you for a hug.”