ok so as the title reads this is the p.o.t.w hall of fame
As p.o.t.w 1 & 2 were deleted
i am going to try and find out who won and what with my memory's not to good i know mesmerized and rakka won them * it think* correct me if im wrong please
p.o.t..w 1 winner :
Across damp walls, the shadows dance
to flick'ring flame, I stand entranced
a rusty drum stands black and tarred
by wooden fuel and embers charred
And gathered around this conflagration
a blank, almost ghostly congregation
but how cuts through the fire's warm air,
the piercing chill of true despair.
A well heeled couple cross the street
and hurry by with quickened feet
over the shoulder, a nervous glance,
then scurry away taking no chance.
A man leans by the cold stone wall
postured as if sat where he did fall
A weathered face, beyond his years
in a hardened world, a world beyond tears
It was but two short months ago
since I happened on this scene to know,
but all at once it came flooding back
as I took the newspaper from the rack
In black ink print, I could see
that man's lifeless face staring straight through me
The headline, "vicious killer sought"
"Homeless man killed without a thought"
As I read further through the sheet,
I learned how his end he did meet.
The story within went on to tell
how he wound up living his hell.
A family man,well to do
with loving family and children, two
Like you and me, an "average Joe"
as he left for work one day, how could he know?
A visit came from the Police
that tore apart his world of peace.
An accident, a terrible blaze
to the ground his home was razed
His wife and children had no chance
tragic victims to cir***stance
That moment tore his world apart
and ripped to shreds his gentle heart
He ne'er recovered from that day
and soon built up the bills to pay
his spirit lost unto depression
a lost regard for wordly posessions
corporate sympathy soon did cease
a broken man, tossed on the streets
Then came his end.....
A drunken gang out on the lash
designer clothes and wads of cash
intoxicated, venomous hate
a violent evil temper to sate
a victim - any - he will do
kicked and beaten black and blue
a clouding, malevolent, mist of red
Ben Sherman boot into the head
kick, again, again, again
countless blows downward rained
without regard for his victim's plight
the killer ran into the night
A wanted profile in the press
Of a "hooray Henry", smart, well dressed
possibly a wealthy young go-getter
well thought of, respected, considered "better"
And as we look down on "tramps" and "bums"
and worship those who earn vast sums
A thought struck me, peculiar, funny
is what defines us, really....money?
p.o.t.w 2 winner
Was sleeping peacefully but awoke with such a fright
As I heard the bombs exploding in the night
Just hours before the day was dawning
We were hit hard without any warning
My hearts pounding ever so fast
How long is this attack going to last
I see their fear and hear them cry
All round me people are left to die
Dead bodies are laying everywhere
I scream out, "This is so unfair"
A little girl ran but she couldnt hide
She got shot and dropped down by my side
I stood there and slowly looked down
At that sweet innocent child lying dead on the ground
I knelt down and wiped the blood from her face
Thinking God, if only she hadn't been in this place
She could have been living a happy life
Without all of this war and conceited strife
But no that wasn't meant to be
And if I dont get out of here, next will be me
As I was about to get up and go
A bullet hit my heart and my blood began to flow
I applied pressure to where I'd been hit
If only to stop the bleeding for a bit
But I knew my life was fading fast
And this long shallow breath would be my last...
p.o.t.w 3 winner
A kaleidoscope of shades
Before my mind’s eye flash.
Pigments of red, blue and gray
Against my visions crash.
Such vivid vibrations;
Such wondrous waves.
The colours of perfection
Every artist craves.
Like pieces of a puzzle,
The pixels combine.
Our deepest emotions embezzle,
Our greatest moments redefine.
Colours bring pleasure,
Colours bring delight.
Colours are a treasure,
A candle in the night.
Nothing can be worse
Than living without sight.
A monotonous universe
With only black and white.
So remember each colour
Before they fade away
Like pretty little flowers
In a bunched up bouquet.
p.o.t.w 4 winner fearless virgin
Bound in Chains
You don't know me, yet pretend.
You do, you do. You never end.
Like racing thunder, the rumours spread.
Around around, inside my head.
Words - black and white, cannot describe
The hurt and the stolen pride.
Can you not see my struggle to breathe?
My life in pieces, like broken wreath.
Tears lost amongst the oceans blue.
Searing blood upon the flesh I drew.
Drowned in my sorrow, I see not the knife
As it runs across the skin, into the vein of life.
It's now too late. You cannot be saved.
The road to Hell has long been paved.
The time has come. Hand over the reigns.
I will no longer be bound in chains.
p.o.t.w 5 winner
Your gentle and loving hands
Rock the cradle of the earth.
Your kindness amongst all men stands,
‘tis the beginning of rebirth.
Serving from sunrise to sunset,
Caring for the young and weak
Un-payable debts you forget,
Such compassion is your mystique.
You speak the words unspoken.
You mend the hearts once broken.
You help raise the fallen.
For you are God’s Chosen.
Selfless fortitudes you bring.
Your show of strength unwavering.
When mute souls see you, they sing
Songs of joyful gathering.
You worked tirelessly, till death.
Happy to fulfill your calling.
Upon your final take of breath
You left the world in mourning.
A touch, a solitude smile,
On grimy streets of Calcutta,
Can reach for a thousand mile.
All because of you…
[SIZE="3"] p.o.t.w christmas winner
50 words to be written
Ill give it a try
It will be my first one
As I give out a sigh
The topic is Christmas
Well that I know well
went to church as a lad
I know of heaven and hell
So to me it means something....
Oh wait , I cant think
I Take a break, a ciggy
And maybe a drink
Im back for a bit
Ill finish with ease
Its about the gooddies
The presents the tree
The elves and the reindeer
And a man named st . nick
Oh Lord , what has happened
Some horrible trick
Ive spoke none of angels
Or a manger where laid
Not a single wise man
Not even Your name
Somewhere I have fallen
Maybe we should ask
What does Christmas mean ??
p.o.t.w 6 winner
Drowning beneath the surface
Of what is and what used to be
Wrapped in the weight of a heartache
Still bleeding from a memory
Promises all have been broken
Your lies time has revealed
The choice to give in to sorrow
Or my heart to finally seal
Clutching a rock in anger
I thrust it into the ground
Another I lay beside it
A sense of safety is found
Continuing I place them
As memories fall from my eyes
Over and over I join them
As my heart says its goodbyes
Wrapped in a cloth of betrayal
Placed in a casket of fear
Entombed behind a wall of stone
No one again will be near
All alone I am pileing stones
I gave my all despite the costs
This is my knowledge of love
And my burden now that love is lost
p.o.t.w 7 winner
Swiftly moving through the dark,
Unsuspecting prey they do stalk,
Flipping, tumbling, showing off moves,
If you see them, you're likely to lose.
I'm talking 'bout ninjas--you know what I mean
All dressed up in black so they can't be seen
Their timing is sweet, dude
Their moves are obscene
Just like Donatello, minus the green.
They kick and they punch
Move silently, then strike
They use katanas, surikens,
And (I've even seen) a pike.
Disciplined beyond compare
Their eyes are fierce, you'd best beware
I've said it once, I'll say it again
When and if you see a ninja...
You'll soil your underwear
well done to everyone so far i will add to this weekly and hopefully..
mystic will sticky it because she's ace