Competition Results

After a week of submitting poems, and yet another one of voting for them, we finally have the results for the 1st Annual LPA Poetry and Lyrics Competition. The results.

1st place: Entries 9 and 11 with four votes each.

2nd place: Entries 4 and 13 with three votes each.

3rd place: Entries 3, 7, and 12 with two votes each.

Now, the 2nd and 3rd place winners must PM me immediately to recieve their prices. But you must tell me if you were a 2nd place winner or a 3rd place depending on your entry. You shall recieve your prizes then.

As for the 1st place winners, it is not over. We are putting entries 9 and 11 head to head for you all to vote for them. You have 3 days. That's right ladies and gentleman. 3 days to get your votes in. You have until Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 at 3:15 PM Mountain Time.

What shall they win?

The winner of the tie-break shall win both selected prizes. An album, or 12 certain songs of their choice, along with the recording of your lyrics or poem being recited by LPA's own Uncle_Raj. The runner-up shall recieve an album of their selection.

Here are entries 9 and 11 for you to break the tie!

Entry Nine
The Insanity Of Hope
A trickle of hope shivers somewhere amongst the sea of time,
It spreads like the mass murder, the blood spilling and all the crime.
It claims lives like the haughty insects that drown themselves in their
reflections,
The lies beneath a thin film of truth, dressed with hope, this deceiving,
sufficient.
The caressing eyes of a lover tells a tale of the future to spend in mirth,
The sparkle of the moonlit night covers, with a gleaming cool quilt, the earth.
And though all may seem merry like the much forsaken, yet awaited circus show,
It’s all bound to be grasped by feeble dying hope, it’s fortuned to go.
The colors of the future and the magic of your timidity, the elixir of my
existence,
The trauma of waiting for the lasting long final moments after an era of weak
sustenance,
Your bold upfront and relieving sting to carry on forever and never to abide by
disbelief,
This is it that I need to push hope, forcing it to come alive, after slumberous
sleep.
The ripples and the tides, the quakes of misfortunes and regret that comes
alive,
The loneliness, this nausea, the torture of knowing that you have to survive,
The pressure, the pain, the loved ones to sacrifice your truthful judgments for,
like before,
The gratitude towards the poor who taught you life, the burden to thank the one
who bore,
The fruits of the trees, and the crippled crumpled leaves,
All teach me that hope, if daring and faithful enough, never deceives.
The stupidity sublime and innocent, immature and childish,
The craving for a last chance before the final death wish,
The hope that brings and drags you to believe that you are immortal,
Life’s limited as the void vacuum within a treasured souvenir bottle.
The hope lingers about your thoughts in theory, for practically it doesn’t
exist,
For one can’t count all the stars in the sky and all the blood, waiting to flow,
within your wrist.

Entry Eleven
Punish The Immortal
Fireballs rained from the sky,
As panic stricken people pass me by,
But I stand still amongst the rush,
I know very well my time should be up.
But I do not fear death,
For it has searched for me for years,
And I have escaped its clutches,
Through the death of those I held dear.
I unlocked the secret to immortality,
But in doing so I sealed my death,
In bloodshed I receive life,
But also draw nearer to my death.
And as the world around me,
Slowly breaks apart,
And my fellow men around me,
Fall deep past the earth’s crust.
I don’t see death or pain,
Only wasted blood,
My need for life has overtaken,
All my emotions, it is my lust.
“Death you cannot have me!”
I scream courageously into the sky,
But in truth I am a coward,
I don’t have the courage to die.
Lightning fills the sky,
As the earth tears apart,
And the stench of blood fills the air,
“What a feast,” you sneer in lust.
But in what seemed like the final hours,
Of the Earth and of its men.
I am not destroyed,
My immortality has won again.
“See, you can not kill me!”
I yell into the sky,
But the world has collapsed around me,
And I am left to never die.
And I finally see the flaw in my plan,
I’m trapped in a punishment worse than death,
Forced to live forever,
In seclusion, loneliness.
In the distance I see a vision,
Of a woman I once knew,
It is an image of my wife,
And in a flood my emotions break through.
And though her face smiles,
In her eyes I see the pain,
And the resentment she holds towards me,
Why would she feel this way?
And as I look around me,
I see with new eyes,
And I weep aloud in sorrow,
For all the people that had died.
I see the pain my greed has caused,
I now know the price was too high,
But though I know the secret to immortality,
The past I cannot defy.
Then in the rubble I see my daughter,
And I try to embrace her in my arms,
But she passes straight through me,
I had also killed her without qualm.
But what man can stand such pain,
The knowledge you killed all you held dear,
That you alone destroyed the world,
And those who loved you, made them fear.
No man can live through that,
But I am no longer man,
And though I feel the pain,
God has removed death from his plan.
So for eternity I’ll cry myself to sleep.
Hoping one day I won’t wake up.
Maybe I deserved to be punished.
Is asking for forgiveness just too much?

Vote now!

GX

 

I'd just like to add; If you haven't won and are not included in this showdown can you please keep it to yourself and not post anything about losing or winning, this way, the vote can remain unbiased and the voters won't have an idea of who the two poems belong to. So please, just vote for now and once we have decided a winner, we can discuss who's poems belonged to who if you wish. Thank you.

 

Entry 9 is in the lead with 3 votes.

Entry 11 has 2 votes.

 

9 leads with 7 votes. 11 in second with 4.

EDIT: I'm going with Entry 9.

9 now leads with 8 votes. 11 has 4 votes.

 

The competition is heating up.

Entry 9 is still leading with 8 votes. But 11 has caught up, and now stands at 7 votes.

The tables could turn...