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The third ever Rant Poetry Competition. Contestants have until Saturday, October 13th at midnight(Denver Time) to write a poem on a certain subject.
The subject does not have to be the main theme of the poem. It can just be a word in a line, but it must have something to do with the subject. The poem must be 1500 words or less. Sorry, James Joyce.
The top three poems will be posted Tuesday, October . The poem with the most “likes” will then be featured for the month of October and November as the Featured Poem (and poet) on Flashlight City Blues.
Starting now, and through Saturday night at Midnight, Denver time, contestants can submit their poem of 1500 words or less to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Anywhere and everywhere! Keep in mind, you do not have to have a WordPress to enter the competition.
Anyone, unless you have been a past winner of the Rant Poetry Competition. (See Previous Winner’s Posts Here).
The theme for this month’s Rant Poetry Competition is:
Interpret as you will. Write about technology. Write about how we are all sheep, doing what we’re programmed to do. Write about how we’re not. Doesn’t matter, just as long as it somehow involves the theme “robot.”
Send submissions (limit one per contestant) to email@example.com. Please include your name, as you want it listed, and if you’d like, your blog and / or website.
Thank you all for your time and interest,
THIS MONTH, THE WINNER WILL RECEIVE A COPY OF MY BOOK, ENJOY YOUR POPCORN, AS SOON AS THEY ARE AVAILABLE (NO LATER THAN THE END OF NOVEMBER)
i am balding
made fun of my dad my whole life for his bald head
and now karma’s come with a lawnmower
laughing all the way to the madhouse
the hairs that sneak by strangely follow karma
running in fear from my forehead
this is the way each square day on a calendar
is a texas funeral box for me
this is the way the world wilts before you
the slow death of petrified wood at the hands of nazi bugs
don’t get me wrong
this isn’t ‘woe is me'; this is just ‘everything fades’
the fish steal the ocean back from us
katrina drowns jazz in the sound of apathy
tides slide back to the ocean
they slither away like scared snakes
i am balding
and the news reports say loud men are still looking for peace in the barrel of guns
god can fight his own wars
and usually passes his fist
2012 ticks by like a mayan time bomb
if i look at the calendar, watch-the-clock
it’ll be december now
as more hairs freefall disattached from my skull
nature mimics machinery
we play minesweeper and call of duty to relax
modern warfare is our escape to a classic idea of peace
guns fire themselves biting the hand that feeds them bullets
i am balding
my mother brushed my hair like she was trying to kill it
and in a weird way it’s clear she succeeded
i’m not the type to rub lab-tested chemicals on my head
like the new version of those old sideshow miracle elixirs
that we all know were just piss and ‘here’s hoping’
we eat that shit up like little debbie snacks
the lights are just brighter now
the signs are bigger
the gods are charming cereal box creatures
balloon animals and one thousand identical
anti-fear insurance companies
the commercials fade to black
nothing lasts forever except human stupidity
(and the notebook died laughing at me)
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