Post by Master of Tacos on Jun 13, 2022 10:46:51 GMT -5
Welcome to the June Poet Laureate Contest, with poems centered on relief. 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 Wille-Harlia until the contest is over. Voting will be open until 12 A.M. GMT on June 20.
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
My Burden Lifted
'Twas just last May, I love the spring,
Birds were singing, weather fine,
Flowers blooming in the meadows,
Nature's happiness matched mine.
When I got the dreaded phone call,
Like a bolt out of the blue,
To inform me I was dying,
How I wished it was not true.
As the world then crashed around me,
Tears and sadness o'er my plight,
I refused to go down meekly,
I determined then to fight.
Though the process, it was painful,
And my body paid the cost,
I thank God that He was with me,
Lent His strength when mine was lost.
Finally, the treatments over,
Nothing could I do but wait,
Six long weeks to be retested,
Cancer Free!! I celebrate.
'Twas just last May, I love the spring,
Birds were singing, weather fine,
Flowers blooming in the meadows,
Nature's happiness matched mine.
When I got the dreaded phone call,
Like a bolt out of the blue,
To inform me I was dying,
How I wished it was not true.
As the world then crashed around me,
Tears and sadness o'er my plight,
I refused to go down meekly,
I determined then to fight.
Though the process, it was painful,
And my body paid the cost,
I thank God that He was with me,
Lent His strength when mine was lost.
Finally, the treatments over,
Nothing could I do but wait,
Six long weeks to be retested,
Cancer Free!! I celebrate.
Entry #2
The Realist
Lately, all I can see is gray
Clouding my vision, dimming the sky
Feels like I’m living in a
Low-grade Orwellian dystopia
Hope for the best, expect the worse
The mindset of a natural cynic
Well, I’m a little sickened
By my own downcast predictions
I need an escape from this gloom
From the nonsense in the media
And the ghouls inside my mind
I feel that hope is in decline
‘Cause no one here can understand
The pain I feel at every let-down
Or the hate I give myself
For never lifting off the ground
I hide from my anxieties
Too afraid to look in the mirror
‘Lest I not like what I see
Looking up, staring back at me
Society holds no comfort
For nothing but rot appears ahead
When I watch the nightly news
They only seem to sing the blues
With all these fears clogging my head
And the four horsemen galloping high
I cannot help but believe
That the apocalypse is nigh’
God, please grant me some relief, for
I am in need of a saving grace
The world outside is too dark
And the one inside is only darker
Lately, all I can see is gray
Clouding my vision, dimming the sky
Feels like I’m living in a
Low-grade Orwellian dystopia
Hope for the best, expect the worse
The mindset of a natural cynic
Well, I’m a little sickened
By my own downcast predictions
I need an escape from this gloom
From the nonsense in the media
And the ghouls inside my mind
I feel that hope is in decline
‘Cause no one here can understand
The pain I feel at every let-down
Or the hate I give myself
For never lifting off the ground
I hide from my anxieties
Too afraid to look in the mirror
‘Lest I not like what I see
Looking up, staring back at me
Society holds no comfort
For nothing but rot appears ahead
When I watch the nightly news
They only seem to sing the blues
With all these fears clogging my head
And the four horsemen galloping high
I cannot help but believe
That the apocalypse is nigh’
God, please grant me some relief, for
I am in need of a saving grace
The world outside is too dark
And the one inside is only darker
Entry #3
MOO's RELIEF
My chief belief is brief:
It concerns beef aperitif.
Its tragic motif sends chills up my teeth!
….Oh where, oh where! the relief?
You see Moo came from Sharif.
That was the name of the reef.
The cow was de-beefed as he grazed on a leaf!
….Oh where, oh where! the relief?
Now the thief his name was O’Keefe.
He’d sailed to the reef called Sharif,
Strapped Moo to a pole, drew a knife from his sheath!
….Oh where, oh where! the relief?
Moo went to pan once “asleep”.
Bay-leafed in place by O’Keefe.
I’m expected to feast on such a poor beast?
….Oh where, oh where! my relief?
(I really meant to be brief.
I’ve bored you beyond belief.
But now it can end, I’ll put down my pen,
….Oh now, oh now, your relief!)
My chief belief is brief:
It concerns beef aperitif.
Its tragic motif sends chills up my teeth!
….Oh where, oh where! the relief?
You see Moo came from Sharif.
That was the name of the reef.
The cow was de-beefed as he grazed on a leaf!
….Oh where, oh where! the relief?
Now the thief his name was O’Keefe.
He’d sailed to the reef called Sharif,
Strapped Moo to a pole, drew a knife from his sheath!
….Oh where, oh where! the relief?
Moo went to pan once “asleep”.
Bay-leafed in place by O’Keefe.
I’m expected to feast on such a poor beast?
….Oh where, oh where! my relief?
(I really meant to be brief.
I’ve bored you beyond belief.
But now it can end, I’ll put down my pen,
….Oh now, oh now, your relief!)