This is a collection of poems from different scources - entrees from past Poetry Tournaments and sample poems from past tournaments I've hosted or co - hosted.
There are also various musings that I've jotted down at work, in the car, or when I'm bored in my doctor's waiting room.
Some of them are just rants to let off steam, hence the mature theme. I rant about a lot of stupid stuff that annoy me, like telemarketers, and silent letters.
This is a Free Verse sample poem for challenge #Three in the 2011 Spring Poetry Tournament, that I hosted.
Down into the depths of the earth
He inches along like a worm,
Through a narrow passage
As cold and hard and dark
As a faithless lover's heart.
His humble lantern guides the way
Under dripping daggers of stalactites
That pierce the fetid air from the roof
Above him like a knife through old cheese.
Dank pools of untold depths
Bar his path and change his course
Of discovery along a different route,
Further and further into the unknown.
He can taste the damp and mold
That feeds his fear like a bitter pill
That tightens his throat and threatens
To choke him where he stands.
He looks around him, lantern high
To get his bearings, to go ahead
Or turn back along the route he
Has marked with phosphorescent paint.
In a sudden flash of excitement
Better than an illegal chemical high,
Better in some ways than even sex
He sees what he has been searching for -
Etchings, sketchings, drawings of stick men,
carrying stick spears, hunting stick animals
To record a long gone people's way of life
That existed well before written language.
He records it all with digital precision,
Alone, but not alone in the cloying dark.
He has the remnants of an ancient people
To keep him company as he works.
Elated with this magnificent find, he
Turns back along his painted path
To go home.