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    October Poetry Challenge - Escape

    The theme for the October poetry challenge is "Escape". The closing date for this one will be midnight (GMT) November 1st.

    All entries should be posted in this thread. Entries may not be edited once they've been posted so please make sure that your poem is exactly as you want it before you submit.

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    Tea and Antipathy





    Jill shared afternoon tea
    _____and antipathy
    on the lawn with a very
    _____old friend,
    _____who kissed –
    __________reminisced –

    all the time missed
    _____the point
    as she managed
    _____the trend -
    _____while she spoke,
    not seeing how broken
    Jill’s world had become
    __________through the years.

    Henries and horses –
    all the right places
    _____to see
    _____and be seen
    __________with the set.

    All the right reasons
    _____to flow
    _____with the seasons’
    __________events
    but she still doesn’t get
    _____the sound
    _____of the cries,
    __________in the words
    __________that Jill’s spoken
    while quietly crumbling
    _____under

    __________her fears.

    Jill left her friend,
    who had nothing
    _____to lend
    _____as she sipped
    _____from her glass
    __________of champagne;

    _____wandering
    _____through hosts
    of phantoms and ghosts
    who don’t even notice
    _____her pained,
    _____tear streaked face
    __________in the crowd,
    __________where Jill’s hoping
    _____for one
    _____living soul
    __________to appear.

    __________Below,
    _____flowed the river,
    _____Jill felt a cold shiver,
    as she pondered that maybe
    __________a door
    __________was concealed
    __________in the water
    _____that lovingly caught her
    _____when at last
    _____she could stand
    __________it no more.

    A strange smile lit her face
    _____as she leapt
    __________into space
    __________in the hope
    that this doorway would open
    the life
    _____that she’d watched
    __________disappear.
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    THE PASSAGE

    In this cold stream you watch and frown
    Don’t turn back, forget them
    Can you smell the leaves turning brown?

    Listen to the water caress the rocks
    Away from the whisky bottles, harsh words
    Can you hear the crisp cool liquid upon your socks?

    The snow it melts, against the banks of root and moss
    Leaving behind it only sadness
    Can you smell the wind biting into you, the sense of loss?

    You are free of them, and the woods won’t tell
    They sleep in sin, their souls in waste
    Can you hear your heart, can you feel it swell?

    Water glistens, silence listens, and we call to you
    Far back the cigarette ash, broken glass, lethargic ache
    Breathe in child, enter the way, one and true

    The passage beckons you child, come to, come to
    You can barely remember now
    This is the way, the door, walk through, walk through

    Almost there, feel the currents pull, let go, let go
    They cant hurt you anymore
    We have you now, no cold, just darkness…
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    An Inside Job

    I foraged in thatch
    in search of a hatch
    but rat bitten fingers
    could find no latch.

    I banged on bars
    with a forehead of scars
    'til weary guards bathed me
    in bubbling tar.

    As it hardened
    I begged for a pardon
    if only to be buried
    in the prison's garden.

    They honored my wish
    now I poison each dish
    rotting their insides
    with nary a hitch.

    Revenge is mine
    every time they dine
    on fresh produce
    picked from the vine.

    I'm still imprisoned in a cell
    made of cytoplasmic gel
    but I'll be free soon enough,
    bellies tend to burst
    when they swell too much.

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    Pandemic (part 2 - the Scape)

    This glade of small flowers, sweet and bitter herbs that trail from rock to cleft to rock
    Amidst stone towers lies, its
    Snow-fed pools reflecting sun and sky,
    Water more still than the stones themselves, its chill a numbing shock.

    Day upon day I dragged my stumbling feet through dust and sand, in blazing heat.
    Out they'd brought me from hearth and kin
    And drove me forth. Such are the ways of men.
    Who can know their minds? Ill they are, and spoiled, and incomplete.

    In their wake of filth I'll not bide nor track, but turn forever from this loathed human flock.
    So wandered I, and in a blue distance saw mountains heave their mighty backs,
    And in time, through peril, storm, and pain, I gained a glade of small flowers, where sweet and bitter herbs trail from rock to cleft to rock.
    Will you ever write a story for which no character will have cause to reproach you? (Stephen R. Donaldson: "The Creator" to Thomas Covenant)

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    Edgar

    It was many and many a year ago,
    That I was loved by thee.
    Once swam in the crystal shores of love,
    Bare for all angels to see,
    With your hand gripped firmly in mine,
    You told me stories of our life to be.

    Pluto high in the clouds, you warned
    Of how forbidden were we,
    And I denied the seeds he offered
    Wrapped in broken decree,
    While you played your tongue of art,
    Calling me gently Persephone.

    I was young, and you were foolish,
    Though you wrote into night.
    You spoke stories to the walls,
    Bathing in darkness
    While I offered you the light,
    You waved a hand and broke my chains,
    Losing only a part of me.

    Bare once again with the angels noting,
    You whispered for me to be free.
    The broken chains were rusting quickly,
    Making dumb my plea,
    To once again bathe with him in light,
    By that golden crystal sea.

    I know now your tears of poison,
    Are tears pledged to me,
    To my life and the love we grew,
    As I your Annabel Lee,
    Watch your tongue curl and life grow faint,
    Standing by that crystal sea,
    By the silent, weeping sea.

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    Sinead


    Sinead’s eyes opened slowly to wince at bleak day;
    those dreams of bright blue soon eroded to grey;
    he’d called it love-making; she felt she’d been raped,
    a lifetime ago Sinead might have escaped.
    Hopes were made brittle by winter’s cruel blast,
    another would shatter with each day that passed;
    try as Sinead might to remember the spring,
    it only brought home all those changes in him.
    Amidst colours of autumn the die had been cast;
    What she thought was forever she saw could not last.
    Sinead hid the bruises, concealed all the signs
    of the beatings he’d dealt her so many times;
    her pillow might stifle the sound of her crying
    but didn’t shut out all his cheating and lying.
    A nervous policeman stepped into her Hell;
    said she ought to sit down for he’d bad news to tell;
    his words sought to comfort , though he couldn’t see
    why she smiled with relief, at last she was free.




    spiorad saor in aisce

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    The Treble Chamber

    In this room he felt full,
    as if he swallowed the moon
    and churned it into milk.
    Inside
    it felt slushy and warm.
    He was expanded, overflowing,
    triggered.

    A little milklet
    fell from his eye
    and landed on her cheek.
    He tapped it away with his tongue,
    then pulled a long hair from her lashes.
    She’s plump, he thought,
    as he squeezed a vice around her edges.
    He soared in her screams
    while cooing,
    There, there, dear, no pain, no gain.

    The color red became her. Red ribbons
    tied in her hair, around her toe and throat.
    Pretty, but not perfect like your teeth, he thought.
    If only you would smile,
    you might express like candy;
    finger food;
    A happy taste of peppermint.
    He took a bite.
    The finger was spicy.

    He ran quickly for his jar,
    to capture her shrills,
    her prayers,
    to preserve the flavor.
    He struck a match and lit her photograph on fire,
    catching the sparking embers inside.
    Forever his. Always.
    His milklets flowed.

    In the mirror he watched himself,
    his pale round eyes,
    a trembling chin receding far back
    to his core,
    his large head stuffed full of brains.
    A fine reflection, he thought. An artist’s tender soul.

    He missed the moment when her essence rose
    brighter than sunlight,
    as bright as her smile,
    and as healing as a warm bath.

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    Annie

    Two paths meet at the subway station
    as she escapes desolation,
    he approaches her amorously
    offering her a new life, glamorously.

    Succumbing to Mack's sultry advance
    Annie welcomed this novel chance,
    following him down his dark path
    slightly clad, a new role was cast.

    He led her to his suave soiree
    with it's clandestine cabaret,
    engaged in the revelry
    Annie ventured Mack's brevity.

    Amid the thunderous rumble
    Mack fervently hustled
    Annie to his nest of show girls
    who turn a trick, twist and twirl.

    This is how it is really done
    in the name of fun, sometimes a gun,
    prostitution.... with no escape,
    Think about it all. This is rape!
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    KIMY

    the dance floor
    as we illuminate on top of it there is a debate
    waiting for you to come closer to me
    dear beautiful KIMY
    luscious caramel curls
    dreamt and lusted by earls
    piercing eyes that embodies demise
    to suffice? i cannot
    worthy? i am not

    skin as smooth as infants bottom
    with beating bosoms paired by lowered bell bottoms
    as i succumb under the hunt, i am haunted
    as your hips commanded

    bounded by the sins of my KIMS and by what it means
    dancing on the floor, so much i adore is lust final hour
    bumping and grinding
    as morrow shine divine comes forth the hour of nine
    and soon it will be time

    but do let me walk back
    let me talk the fact
    the way you looked during the night
    making me wanna take flight
    let me, let might but i intend to leave the fright

    you have sealed me and i will never be free
    as you hold the key no amount of my wits could flee
    oh dear you, oh dear me
    eternally now bounded, so grounded
    let me wake up, this is f*cked up
    but its your win KIM
    a sweet epitome of my lusty sin

    as we walk the dark mile
    wound me deeply and i still give you my smile

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    Until he Leaves.

    Bruising the paper, just like he bruises your skin.
    Writing and Erasing, again, again.
    Repeating.
    Repeating.
    You write so fast.
    Stuck in your own mind, you escape at last.
    Whiskey bottles around, the spinning won’t stop.
    Tears and Blood stain the carpet as they drop.
    Doors are locked.
    Window Pains shut.
    Light comes in from the window.
    Blinding, your mind. Inspecting the cuts.
    Maybe they will help you Escape.
    Somebody will notice.
    Ask what is wrong.
    What is wrong?
    All is forgiven.
    You don’t want to escape.
    So you kiss him.
    He kisses you back.
    You are delicate.
    He pushes to hard.
    Alcohol lingers with each breath.
    Sucking out your soul.
    You want to escape.
    But love is your weight.
    So you will stay.
    Until he leaves.
    Until he leaves.

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    The Physics of Despair

    Walk with me
    I’ve never been here on the rooftops
    Straddling the ceilings of those who never made it to point B…
    Do our muscles dream?
    Mine want to become the wind,
    To escape the encroach of dead ends

    Run with me
    Atop this concrete canopy,
    Regret is smoke chasing our breath
    How we stretch to grasp that one sliver
    Of clarity
    Before the ground finds us again

    Fly with me!
    I have rubber wings
    Should be harder to melt, right?
    So I thought until blindness seized my legs
    And I wished to the end that moonlight
    Had never kissed my heels

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