Did lowercase preludes take
a nosedive off your tongue?
Pretty, little sarcasm
dances at will
to syncopated rhythms,
ones which made us ill.
Drastic eloquence
means nothing to a monk,
as perfect as sin-
running in circles,
fighting for a win.
Lyrical nonsense
reports to a missionary,
who sings about deadly rites
and saddened alibis.
Delusional adequacy,
fornicated by hate and lies,
twisted to mean something.
Something?
Why that's nothing.
A contest entry
- Reverse Word Bank Ver:2.0 by Loki.
1000 points, ended August 8, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be harsh, be specific.
Comments
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I rckon this is a good one, makes me think. But I have one question: Didn't Loki say it is not allowed to use any of the word bank words neither in the poem nor title? Well, your title is "Words mean nothing", but "word" is in the word bank I reckon. Just wanted to tell you. Good luck anyways.
Keep on writing - I'm keeping on!
Jo
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isn't Word on the list...sorry, this way you have time to fix it...Otherwise great write!!
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'as perfect as sin-
running in circles,
fighting for a win.'
I loved those lines, I also quite like the rhyme, I don't know if that was intentional or not, but I like it
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Thanks for the entry, good luck!
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Delusional adequacy,
fornicated by hate and lies,
twisted to mean something.
Something?
Why that's nothing.
loved it
very good for not using any of the words in the anti wordbank
kudos
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