The Poetry Challenge 20/04/2012 – Week 6 – A Thing Of Beauty

Hello everyone!! Well the last poetry challenge “A Game” was a brilliant challenge!
The winner was Polly Robinson who done an excellent piece! Everyone make sure you go and follow and check out their blog you will not be disappointed!!

This week the title for ” The Poetry Challenge“ is going to be “A Thing Of Beauty” so try your best to make something out of it and get creative!
Remember to post your submission or link to your submission in the comment section below, anywhere else and your piece will not be entered into the competition.
I cant wait to see what you all do with this, I’m REALLY excited!
The voting and the top three will be posted next Friday, I hope you all enjoy!

A Thing Of Beauty

Life is a thing of beauty,
Where you see many different faces,
Increase knowledge daily,
And explore many different places,
Go through many different emotions,
From happy to sad,
And witness many different things,
From the good to the bad,
Where you make wrongs into rights,
Where you learn from mistakes,
Where you fall in love,
And have to deal with heart-brakes,
Experience arguing with parents,
And maybe becoming one too,
And being in a situation,
Where you don’t know what to do,
Watching technology change,
Growing from young to old,
Stripping down when its hot,
And wrapping up when its cold,
Watching flowers blossom,
Observing the animals play,
And viewing the sunrise,
At the very break of day,
You only have one life,
So everything you should be giving,
Because you wont be able to relive,
The life that you are now living.

A Thing Of Beauty

A Thing Of Beauty

Life is a thing of beauty,
Where you see many different faces,
Increase knowledge daily,
And explore many different places,
Go through many different emotions,
From happy to sad,
And witness many different things,
From the good to the bad,
Where you make wrongs into rights,
Where you learn from mistakes,
Where you fall in love,
And have to deal with heart-brakes,
Experience arguing with parents,
And maybe becoming one too,
And being in a situation,
Where you don’t know what to do,
Watching technology change,
Growing from young to old,
Stripping down when its hot,
And wrapping up when its cold,
Watching flowers blossom,
Observing the animals play,
And viewing the sunrise,
At the very break of day,
You only have one life,
So everything you should be giving,
Because you wont be able to relive,
The life that you are now living.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 20/04/12  


“Ring” “Ring”

“Ring” “Ring”

“Ring” “Ring”
Goes the telephone,
“Ring” “Ring”
But no one’s home,

I continue to call,
Still no reaction,
“Ring” “Ring”
With no pick up action,

“Ring” “Ring”
Still no reply,
A constant “Ring”
And I don’t know why,

Again I Try,
Again no luck,
“Ring” “Ring”
Frustration has struck,

I will just be quick,
It will not take long,
“Ring” “Ring”
On the line you belong,

Why do you elude me,
I need guiding,
“Ring” “Ring”
And you’re still hiding,

Just Answer,
This is enough,
The noise of the “Ring”
Is getting tough,

Now I’m worried,
This is not fair,
“Ring” “Ring”
At the phone I stare,

No “Ring” “Ring”
The line is dead,
No more “Ring”
With nothing said,

With connection lost,
Will I ever find,
The conversation I need,
With my own mind.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 20/04/12  

The Poetry Challenge – Week 5 – A Game – The Top Three!!

So this week’s title was “A Game” and from some of the feedback I have received it seems like people have found it a difficult one (which was my intention haha!) Even though it was a tricky one this week the competition has been as strong as ever!! The following three poems are the ones that I found the best out of all the submissions. The poems are labelled “A, B, C,” just comment the letter of the relevant poem that you find the best. Voting will close next Friday!!! Get Voting!!!

A - Polly Robinson

The oldest game
Might be
Senet,
A board game from
Pre-dynastic Egypt,
Circa 3500 BC, or
Is it the Ancient Egyptian
Mancala?
The Royal Game of Ur,
The Game of Twenty Squares,
Another board game,
Not a bored game,
Nor a boring game,
Black and white
Markers and
Three tetrahedral,
Not cathedral,
Dice.
Senet,
Mancala,
Royal Game of Ur,
The oldest known games
Who can say
Which came first?
Were you there?
Did you see them
Playing in the square?
Games, aesthetic, ideological,
They please
Through
Structured play;
Bring grown men
To tears,
No matter
What you say
This is indisputable.
Trying to
Reach goals,
Arguing
About rules,
Challenge,
Competition,
Interaction,
Stimulation.
Develop skills!
Exercise!
Educate,
Simulate
A work out
For
Your
Brain.
Everybody’s doing it
Doing it, doing it.

B - Chito L. Aguilar

On the chess board -
you are white
i am black
side by side
back to back
you are my self-image necessary
i am your alter-ego mandatory
in perfect contrast, we are one
in balanced symmetry, we are one
but me, you cannot be
my place, you cannot take
you, I cannot be
your place, I cannot take
you are my double, opposite
i am your shadow, requisite
you are fair, clean, conspicuous
i am dark, secretive, mysterious
and yet,
no game is played
without You and Me!

 C - visionary7 

The first breath is taken in
A soul is shown in the eyes,
A sensation of feeling consumes the child
Yet everyone smiles as he cries.
The mind remains blank
For he only dreams of thinking,
The shell becomes nourished
And it’s only simply from drinking.
The child has grown a bit
Still knowing little about the world,
Yet his dreams are entertaining
And everyone smiles when he’s curled.
Growing a bit more
Standing a lot taller,
The intellect is never the same
For the child is no longer a crawler.
Providing for himself
Has become a crucial necessity,
Being generous with his blessings
Because he never wants to be petty.
The feeling of love
Is no longer a stranger,
And he makes sure the woman he loves
Is never put in danger.
The feeling is finally mutual
And the man can breathe easy,
He loves seeing her laugh
Even though she calls him cheesy.
A family is finally made
And a new child is born,
A new goal has surfaced
To make sure the family is never torn.
Multiple new additions
Are added to their fun,
And he gazes over at his wife
Praying that they are done.
The man is now the spectator
And the protector from strife,
He watches all of their children
To make sure they don’t play with a knife.
The man has become old
With his hairs turning grey,
The mind is not as sharp
And he forgets what to say.
He’s proud of his family
Couldn’t imagine doing a better job,
His kids were properly raised
Refusing the option to rob.
Chuckles leak from his chest
As he lies on his deathbed,
Happy about the subtle fact
That his family never fought over bread.
Life has slowly leaked out
Without feeling too much strife,
The soul shines and grins
After going through this game called life
COMMENT THE LETTER OF YOUR FAVOURITE IN THE COMMENT SECTION BELOW!!!!!

The One Who

The One Who

 

The one who has little hope,
The one who has nothing but a dream,
The one who everyone expects to fail,
The one who is alone with no team.
The one who is willing to persevere,
The one who has a heart of granite,
The one who never gives up,
The one who takes on the planet,
The one who is up for the challenge,
The one who practices constantly,
The one who knows what to do,
The one who has a no quit policy,
The one who always keeps faith,
The one who dedicates their existence,
The one who carries on daily,
The one who always shows persistence,
The one who never shakes their head,
The one who never tastes defeat,
The one who breaks through all boundaries,
The one who never says their beat,
The one who overcomes all odds,
The one who finally succeeds,
The one who deserves the credit,
The one who always proceeds,
The one who achieves their goals,
The one who receives gratitude,
The one who proves people wrong,
The one who has the positive attitude.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 09/04/2012

The Poetry Challenge 05/04/12 Week 5 – A Game

The Poetry Challenge – Week 5 – A Game


Hello everyone!! The Poetry Challenge has finally returned!!!
I hope you have all checked out the information page to see the new layout of the challenge, if not just click “The Poetry Challenge” page link so you know exactly what to do!
This week the title is going to be “A Game” so try your best to make something out of it and get creative!
Due to the changes participants now have a whole week to post their piece or piece’s unlike before where there was only three days, so hopefully this will help get more people involved and make the competition even stronger!
Remember to post your submission or link to your submission in the comment section below, anywhere else and your piece will not be entered into the competition.
I cant wait to see what you all do with this, I’m REALLY excited!
The voting will close and the top three will be posted next Friday, I hope you all enjoy!

A Game

A day which will be an emotional Rollercoaster,
Where the strongest humans can be brought to tears,
Their sentiments will be on view like a poster,
The Casino is a place of people’s love and fears.
The contrast of different lights shine intensely,
The atmosphere’s filled with vast elation,
Fellow competitors seat confidently yet tensely,
Focussed and positive they eye up the competition.
The dealer takes a seat and the contest begins,
Many ego’s collide with great force,
The contestants who stay calm pull all the strings,
Players bust out as from the chips they divorce.
As the player count drops and the excitement rises,
Concentration decreases and mistakes are made,
Chip stacks continue to drastically change sizes,
Feeling mixed feelings from enthusiasm to afraid.
Perspiration and tiredness during the final stages,
The heat from the lights is physically draining,
Mind fatigue makes them go over decisions for ages,
Patience is more than a virtue when there’s only two remaining.
All the chips are in the middle of the table,
Adrenaline surging throughout their poised physique,
The moment makes them nervous and unstable,
Both with one goal, being a champion they seek.
The cards are turned and a winner is crowned,
In a state of shock and bewildered they stand,
They may still be in disbelief but their immensely proud,
With a head in the sky they have no time to land.
This was just one day of playing poker,
Where each game will never be the same,
You could be conservative or the table joker,
Poker is much more than just a game……


A Game

A Game

A day which will be an emotional Rollercoaster,
Where the strongest humans can be brought to tears,
Their sentiments will be on view like a poster,
The Casino is a place of peoples love and fears.
The contrast of different lights shine intensely,
The atmosphere’s filled with vast elation,
Fellow competitors seat confidently yet tensely,
Focussed and positive they eye up the competition.
The dealer takes a seat and the contest begins,
Many ego’s collide with great force,
The contestants who stay calm pull all the strings,
Players bust out as from the chips they divorce.
As the player count drops and the excitement rises,
Concentration decreases and mistakes are made,
Chip stacks continue to drastically change sizes,
Feeling mixed feelings from enthusiasm to afraid.
Perspiration and tiredness during the final stages,
The heat from the lights is physically draining,
Mind fatigue makes them go over decisions for ages,
Patience is more than a virtue when there’s only two remaining.
All the chips are in the middle of the table,
Adrenaline surging throughout their poised physique,
The moment makes them nervous and unstable,
Both with one goal, being a champion they seek.
The cards are turned and a winner is crowned,
In a state of shock and bewildered they stand,
They may still be in disbelief but their immensely proud,
With a head in the sky they have no time to land.
This was just one day of playing poker,
Where each game will never be the same,
You could be conservative or the table joker,
Poker is much more than just a game……

A Poem By Corey Booth – 06/04/12

The Poetry Challenge Returns

Big News People!!!
“The Poetry Challenge” is going to be back up and running on Friday!!
The times of the starting and closing date have now changed.
Now there’s going to be a full week of poem submission time and a full week of voting for the top three! This will give everyone enough time to get their submission in and with my life being so busy at the moment it will give me more than enough time to keep on top of it all!

Here’s a link to the information page – - > The Poetry Challenge

Make sure you all check it out so you know exactly when to participate and what the rules of the competition are!

The first 4 contests were such a massive success where the competition was so strong I could have picked a top 20!!
The winners so far are:
- abbynicks
- scatteredpeicesofme
- Ethan Greenwood
- graypoet

Everyone check these brilliant bloggers out, you will not be disappointed and maybe one day you will find your name on the “The Poetry Challenge – The Top Voted!” page along with them!

Also if any of you have any suggestions in what you would like added to the poetry challenge or any way I could make it better feel free to comment on this post or email me at cjbwork@hotmail.co.uk .

So this Friday “The Poetry Challenge” returns, make sure you are all there to show off your talents!!!

R.I.P Nan

R.I.P Nan.


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Sadly my grandmother passed away on the 28/03/2012, her name was Beryl and she was the strongest woman I have ever met in my life.
Her funeral is going to be held on the 05/04/2012 where I have been asked by all family members to compose a poem and read it out during the funeral ceremony, this opportunity I proudly accepted!
A little bit of background information for you so you all understand the poem, My grandmother had a sweet shop in the front of her house which she made her career from for 54 years! Her husband and my grandfather will be referred to as Pop, I know that’s weird but for some reason he has made all his grandchildren call him that haha!
If you had witnessed what this remarkable woman has been through in her life you would realise how much of a soldier and fighter she was, so here’s the poem I’m going to read on the day, thanks for reading! :)

On the 28th of March,
My Grandmother passed away,
After so many battles,
The Warrior finally had her day.

Today we celebrate her life,
The way she would have wanted us to,
By remembering the good times,
And having a pint or two.

She was such a strong woman,
An inspiration to many,
While we had daily complaints,
She never had any.

Her face always wore a smile,
She was always upbeat,
An incredible lady,
That didn’t know the meaning of defeat.

Beryl was never down,
Even in gloom she made light,
She took on any challenge,
No matter how hard the fight.

She had two wonderful daughters,
Named Dianne and Karen,
Followed then by GoldenBalls,
Better known as Darren.

She worked all her life,
54 years of owning a shop,
But I bet that weren’t as hard,
As living with Pop.

Her hair shone like pearls,
Her eyes as blue as the sky,
When the children didn’t have money,
She would turn a blind eye.

How the shop made a profit,
That we will never know,
Such a good will attitude,
That just never seemed to go.

She was always on the move,
She would never stop,
But now she can rest in peace,
As we will look after Pop.

A huge thanks to Karen, Dianne and Darren,
Who looked after her right until the end,
More than a mother to you all,
She was also a friend.

She was our sunshine,
That would break through any mist,
That will never be forgotten,
And will always be missed.

Rest In Peace Nan <3
Love
Corey x