Falcon2001 Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 Woot. I guess it's my turn since Salinye told me to. Hmm... Write about one of the seven deadly sins. A poem about one of them. Anger Lust Pride Greed Sloth Gluttony Cowardice I'm pretty sure I got one of those mixed up...but I can't remember them all. Anyway, write a poem on one of the seven deadly sins. Have fun.
Kasmandre Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 As the victim of nine years of Catholic education and having watched the movie Seven a bunch of times, I can say with authority that the last one is Envy, not Cowardice. Although it did take me a few minutes to figure out which one you were missing, so don't feel too bad.
Salinye Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 (edited) OOPS! I guess I thought Vanity was one. *gives a sheepish grin* Will you accept my poem anyhow? I tried to write in the style Alaeha spoke of ABBA CDDC. :0) **I'm editing this to add a thank you to Falcon. I never would have thought of this poem had you not given your challenge, and I've decided I rather like this one. Thank you for the inspiration. (critique and comment as always are welcome. :0)) Vanity An awed hush falls over the crowd As she steps from the car Self glorifying pauses and turns are Expected. Bright camera flashes; she's proud. How does she look so good? She poses-lyposuctioned stomach and hips. She smiles-artificially enhanced breasts and lips. Envious sigh-I'd look like her if I could. Young girls flip through their magazine. Naked insecurities exposed Fat thighs, drab hair, big nose. Harmful diets to look more pleasing. How much did it cost to be in her role? Their own features they pick apart, Not knowing her smile doesn't reflect her heart. Thousands of dollars, and of course her soul. Edited May 5, 2003 by Salinye
Peredhil Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 Looks, rearranges for the Acrostic, and writes... stuff. P - I would write in this contest but it is beneath me really, and dare I chance that I might not be best? If can be best in everything, my world is ashes in all. L - I want, I burn, I yearn, I consume, the fire inside burns away all limits and restraints for each height is just the target to exceed next time. It all exists to fill me for a moment, flesh, possession, people, power, money. I want. My want IS need. A - Damn them! Damn their eyes and all parts. Why? because I fear the chance of change of pain of balked will and I need the energy the certainty the simplicity of rage! Turn it out for the snarling beast once roused WILL be fed - and if I turn it away from you it will feed on me in depression's blackest anger. G - I want it cause you have it and I'm empty and need to be filled. You can't buy love but you can have enough that they'll pretend to love you and you aren't lovable but you can look around at all you own and know that you ARE the tops you've got the toys. They sneered and now you OWN them for every thing and every body has it's price. You know so well about selling out. If you can just get it all, you'll never be empty... G - I need love, and the pain in my belly tells matches the pain in my heart. I hunger for touch so I'll eat as if I hunger. Fat? It is the presence and the protection from rejection, I can blame loneliness on their inability to see past my shield, and not on my well-rehearsed flaws. flaws, no I can't face the horrible flaws in me cause I might have to change and I'm just not that strong. Someone said they love me? They'll just find me out and leave like the others. I'd better eat again. I'm so lonely... E - I could've done better, you're not so great. You think you're all that, but I should've been there doing it, I would've if you didn't have all the breaks. It's not my fault that I'm black, yellow, pink, female, male, young, old, rich, poor, anything but what YOU are because if I were you I'd have it easy too. I want what you have in your life because I deserve it, and maybe I'll be as happy as you must be. If I were just you. No, you but me in you because I MUST be better. Or I'm nothing at all. And I don't want to die. Nothing. S - I'll write this later. I'd write it now, but if I try I can fail. If I did try, I'm certain I could do a good job, after all, I talk such a good game. but I'm tired now, can't you see my situation? Any one else would be afraid, but I'm not like that. With me it's real. So you go on without me - I'll catch up. Until then, I'll just sit here and dream of how good I could be - if I tried. It's so much easier and better than reality. Reality is so... tiring.
Kasmandre Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 Salinye: Pride, vanity, it's all the same . And my entrant... Sloth id right a poem, but thats to hard rime and meter and stuff...to hard so ill just type sum stuff and send it off sure it might not be teh same as sumthing good but really whatcha gonna do
Tamaranis Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 Brilliant, all. I don't write poetry myself, but I've enjoyed reading what's been posted so far.
Psimon Posted May 6, 2003 Report Posted May 6, 2003 This is an old one of mine ( not sure if I've posted before, but here 'tis ) Pride ******************************** The trees that whispered in the evening gave little respite to those in mourning. As the body was gently lowered, all eyes to heaven were raised. "Leave me alone!" she screamed to the demons that came and as she brandished her righteousness, they went. But they crept only so far, it was a mistake The demons of her sins followed her, so correct. Climbing the steps, buying her way to the gate she reached her hand in hope and prayer. Carefully, the gatekeeper searched his tome but could not find her name written there. "I'm sorry, my child" he softly spoke "You must go with them", this last most grave. In despair, turning, she saw the evil ones her body, mind and soul to crave. The tears she wept as they took her away fell from the heavens in soft ready deluge, and she begged the question, "Why am I _?" They replied earnestly, "From your sins there is no refuge" "But what sin? I am without blemish!" "Why, pride, my lovely. Or did you truly think that for all your prayers, works, 'RELIGION' to this you could not sink?" It came to pass that in defeat she fell to rest, her soul abiding with all the 'Good folk' 'round, in a place of darkness, solitude, pain and loss. The echo of her screams such a sorrowful sound. The rhythym's a bit skewed on that old, dusty thing.... Hey, I was just starting out when I wrote it Or, if you prefer a new piece... A momentary lapse of reason (aka. Rage) **************************** Her flesh could not withstand the pounding of his fists. The wounds would raise demands, "How could it come to this!?" The red behind his eyes truly did destroy his sight But still the tears flowed freely as she lay still this night He had no recollections, Twas like a pure white page. Still he bore the consequence of his all-consuming rage.
Lady Celes Crusader Posted May 7, 2003 Report Posted May 7, 2003 Does it really have to be a poem? Because I could write a quickie one paragraph story instead.
Salinye Posted May 7, 2003 Report Posted May 7, 2003 I vote...if you write it you can post it and we'll enjoy it. :0) ~Silly Sally
Katzaniel Posted May 22, 2003 Report Posted May 22, 2003 Hiding away in your own little world Running from everything unknown Shirking from those whose banner has unfurled Avoiding all opinions but your own Cowardice... ooh, I've got a better idea... Slipping away from my job Living the life of a slob Only earning what I can't rob Tackling the least in the mob Hearing nothing but my sob Hmm, this is harder than I thought. Anyway, my creativity is drained for tonight.
Nobody of Consequence Posted May 22, 2003 Report Posted May 22, 2003 The fat lazy slob almost envied the leers the angry supermodel received. *** stay tuned for extra bonus hidden seventh sin *** Goddamn, I'm good!
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