WINNING POEMS - AGE 20 & OVER CATEGORY

POET OF DISTINCTION:
MRS. FELI RENWICK- RISBROOKE

FELI’S WINNING POEM:

DELICIOUS DESSSERT!!!! YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE SIN!
From the sight of you
I was tempted to taste
I craved you instantaneously
Not a moment did I waste

Tall and desirous
My towering chocolate of flavour
Sweetness placed between each single layer
Increasing my every imaginable desire

Smothered in caramel
So soft...so smooth
Mouth-watering with just the thought
Dessert FIRST please!!!! Who the heck needs food???

Staring at you, I know not where to begin
Top or bottom, centre or side...
No matter where I start I am destined to sin!

For nights on end, awakening with this undeniable craving
So sinfully appealing...I want it ALL NOW!
Not a crumb is worth saving

As I bring you to my mouth
The anxiety increases
Seems that for a moment....
Even my breathing ceases

With just one taste my body begins to shake
My first thought....
You're the most delicious dessert anyone could EVER make
Melting on my tongue
Sweetening my lips
Being served and consumed in mouthfuls, not in sips

This must be wrong
Only the most sinful things feel this good
You must be sin itself indeed....and sin again, I would!!!

What does one do with such pleasure
Making me moan and melt
The MOST satisfying feeling I have EVER EVER felt!

If I continuously succumb to this desire I'll NEVER be thin
Delicious Desssert.....YOU ARE my FAVourite Sin!

Copyright © 2009 by Feli Renwick - Risbrooke

(Inspired by the 5-layer “Tower of Chocolate” Cake sold at Vie de France)



2ND PLACE WINNER:
CHRISTINE FRANKLIN

CHRISTINE’S WINNING POEM:

TAINTED

Afraid of the world, to herself she kept,
Alone in a room, she sat down and wept.
No one knew of the pain that she felt,
She was stripped of her garment and robbed of her wealth.

She would adorn herself in boyish attire,
To ward off the vultures that would admire.
A man she trusted, soon began to conspire,
Little did she know the man she trusted was a liar.

One fateful day, the summer wind blew cold,
Unknown to her, she simply did what she was told.
Helplessly she laid; he couldn’t have been controlled,
Scarred for life, she was only six years old.

He exposed the vain of his blood, as the tears from her eyes fell,
Concealed in a one room house, she was a prisoner in his cell.
He began to have his way with her, while she was taken out of her shell.
Then he spoke to her softly and made her promise that she won’t tell.

Cloaked in the loneliness of shame, she left in tears,
Halfway to home, she wiped them away to hide her fears.
It was a devastating horror that would last throughout her years.
As she affirmed to herself that nobody cares.

She arrived at home without a hint of despair,
Her mother glanced at her and continued her affair.
Unknown of the dismay of her daughter’s nightmare,
She continued to comb and interlock her hair.

She made her way to the bathroom, to attend to her pain,
It was then she noticed that her underwear was blotted with a blood stain.
She headed back to her room and made it her domain.
Then she comforted herself and swore that it would never happen again.

Afraid of the world, to herself she kept,
Alone in a room, she sat down and wept.
No one knew the pain that she had felt,
She was stripped of her garments and robbed of her wealth.

Copyright © 2009 by Christine Franklin



3RD PLACE WINNER:
ABBIOLA CHARLEMAGNE

ABBIOLA’S WINNING POEM:

DECEPTIVE ENCHANTMENT

Mother warned me of your eyes,
Saying it may one day bring demise.
Chestnut hair, with ebony skin,
You possessed good looks to make any young girl sin.
You choose me over all the rest,
Oh my, how I thought I was blessed.
For I was to become your bride,
For our love could no longer
Hide.
Doomed from inception,
Mother spoke at our reception,
Oh, how her words caught such thwarting attention,
Though extremely mortified
But I watched her as she cried.
What ailed her heart, I could not foresee,
Your ominous deception
That was hidden from me.
As outer beauty was your guise,
But you were inwardly bitter with envious eyes.
I did not realize until it was too late,
Now, in spirit form I now have to relate.
The evil man in you could hardly wait,
To expel all his wicked traits.
No longer did you show your charm,
Because your motive was now to cause me, harm.
The darkness in such hazel eyes,
Eventually led to my demise.

Being beaten,
having to stay days without eating
But – I still loved you.
I made excuses
For all your abuses.
I tripped; I fell, and bumped my head,
Secretly fearing that one day that
You would leave me for dead.
So then, one day, I atoned.
I atoned for all the wrongs that made you so upset.
For your mother’s abandonment,
And for making a daughter, whom you resent,
I repented again, for becoming your battered bride
And being the mother of your abhorrent daughter.
I begged for forgiveness for these sins or else your venom,
would ferociously erupt like Mt. Tambora’s lava.
But this time, the repentant act failed.
The rumbling at this mount could not be still.
The liquid fire could not be contained,
Loud crackling explosions ricochet through the air
Then the crimson streams of hot molten rocks,
Swept over my body and smothered my last breath.

Copyright© 2000 by Abbiola Charlemagne