We are the Chosen Generation
Selected by slipups with condoms;
Fumbled, back-seat choices
No deliberation
We are the fruit of fruitless marriage:
Barren of Commitment.
When Love is a candyfloss throwaway
-all romances, kisses, midnite pacts-
Then it dutifully melts when the rains come.
We are abandoned wolves, forsaken,
Turned into sheep by the cold.
Left with no meaning, purpose, plan,
In the rubbish heaps, the filth
Of our predecessors:
Builders of a babel too tall,
Who reached heaven and found it wanting.
We were raised in flats, single rooms,
Sleeping in the fag-ash of our parents
Surrounded by fleeting, grey truths
That dissolve in our hands.
All without us cries-
DEFEAT
But inside, this tincture of
Anguish and anger )IT(
Injustice and apathy ^
Lonliness and the whole colossal fuckup )only takes(
That we live day to day, +
Is bubbling, {ONE day)(
Boiling, brewing, *
Waiting to spill over the sides [[ONE man)
-Explode from thought =
Into action- }{ONE dream~~~
and on THAT day
From our parents ashes
We could rise, like the phoenix of old.
Reborn, shedding our snakelike
Sociatal skins.
Cutting free from our chains.
Rising into the sky, free to
Soar, dip, fall, spin, rise higher
And higher, until we meet the sun and
Combine with its rays till we too
Can fill the darkness with our inherint light.
Author notes
Option 1: society
A contest entry
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I admire this very much. I think you have great wording and it flows nicely, not too mention that I agree with what you are saying which always makes it nicer.
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Yay for broken condoms and birth-control accidents. Am one, myself.
I liked this. It made me think. -
Very very
Depressingly industrial Liverpool (or anywhere) at first. Indeed, some hope at the end; on its own it would be unrealistic, but on the balance here, it comes across as the straw for the drowning generation. You have some great lines in here: Selected by slipups with condoms;/
Fumbled, back-seat choices/ ... When Love is a candyfloss throwaway/ and all of these:
We were raised in flats, single rooms,
Sleeping in the fag-ash of our parents
Surrounded by fleeting, grey truths
That dissolve in our hands.
I was not fond of the extra column format with the extra message - I always find these distracting - but I liked the message. Think global, act local and don't despair. Hang in there - it beats the alternatives! Good luck.
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A cool portrayal of the post baby-boom generation. I liked it very much. My only criticism would be to use your spellchecker, but otherwise, bang up job.
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wow, I really like this and enjoyed reading it. It has a great style and form. To me it's kind of like beat peotry. Great work!
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pretty good
it clearly speaks to me how some of the youth today feel disenfranchised, yet there's still some hope! -
damn good man really liked this one. you sum up what a lot of us are feeling right now, but can't always express
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bril
Hooray for the broken-condom babies.
appreciate the note of hope at the end: flat-out despair is too easy. excellent write, i don't stand a chance
goodluck!
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I really enjoyed reading this piece, it was ver descriptive and not lacking in anything that I had asked from my contestants. The difference between the rest of the poem and the last stanza shook me a little but it was certainly enjoyable. The only thing I have to say against it is in the first stanza, in lines one and two I don't think that the repetition of "chosen" works well. Perhaps a different word in the second line?
Other than that thankyou for a lovely interesting read
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thanks for the help with that! I have changed chosen to selected on line 2!
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I like this poem, it is sad, but the last stanza provides some hope. The sad, yet good part about this poem is that it's true. Most of us are results of a barren marriage, and just a mistake our parents made one day. Good luck in your other contest!
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