Poll: which one?
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Voters: 4.
#1
3 Days. Multi vote. Don't vote for yourself. Don't vote for all four pieces.

Top 2 through to final.


---The Sunburnt Penguin---

Stop. Wait.
I'm about to birth another miracle.
World Peace?
I say nay, what fun would that be?
Instead, look to the sky,
tap your foot and twidle your thumbs until
I descend; cumulus style.
I'll cure cancer with AIDS,
rid the world of obesity with heart attacks,
and stop global warming with an ice age.
Eventually,
you'll comprehend what I have:
sometimes to stop rape,
you have to offer a new orifice.



WEEP NOT MY LADY, WHY DO YOU CRY?

Weep not my lady; why do you cry?
Why do you shudder, moan and sigh?
'Tis not forever, but a year and a day,
And then I shall return, with you to stay,
To cherish you forever, to simply behold
My treasure trove, my own living gold,
My duty calls now, snatches away my heart,
My feet keep inert, and yet I must start,
The armies on the march, the trumpets shout,
And tis about time that I should set out,
But before I leave, grant me one kiss,
Tis your feathery touch, that I shall most miss..

Weep not my lady; why do you cry?
At least your not here, to watch me die,
Biting the dirt, admonished and small,
The higher you rise, the deeper you fall.
I tried to help Johnny crawl back to the crew,
He never moved; those were my last too.
But before I leave, blow me one kiss
Tis your feathery touch that I shall most miss.

Weep not my lady; why do you cry?
Why do you sob, and in that grave lie?
Throw away the knife! Heal thy bleeding chest,
Go consult the physician, have some tranquil rest,
Your life's in bloom, do not grieve mine,
Destroy these memoirs, wander out and shine,
For I always watch, from just a little above,
The separations immovable, yet you still have my love,
But before I leave, wish me one kiss,
Tis your feathery touch, that I shall most miss,



Shooting stars rapidly plummet from the celestial sky
To escape the heavenly bodies that threaten to burn out
Their shine from the constant weeping.
The moon has waxed and waned in its last cycle tonight
Causing the sundials to work in monotonous over-time shifts.

The phoenix, guardians of the night, combust and reform
But with a lessened feather coat each time
Screeching into the nocturnal setting with such emotion
That the street-lamps flickered on and off,
Forming a message of Morse code in the streets.
Dots and dashes begin to entrap the sky
As they are reflected off of the falling moons tears
Forming the most complex shape of "connect the dots"
That anyone has ever seen.
And as the children lay upon the hillside
Tracing obscure lines with their fingers
They always wind up losing the strength to hold their arm up
Before they reach the last side of the outline.

As the final hours of the night turned in to their grief
The sky was dripping with the purest of red and orange
Though it wasnt time for the sun to awaken yet.

Shooting stars plummet from the celestial sky
To escape the heavenly bodies that threaten to burn out
Their shine from the constant weeping.
You would think, an image of this magnitude would be spectactular
But by blending in and disappearing among the hue
Of the crimson moon's tear reflected horizon
Some would say "Its all just perspective."



He scribed my name, but never knew me.
--
Wake! Likened eyes.
Recite your dream to the limelight
leaking between boughs of buds,
the blindside of a blur
and nights of enlightenment.
Senses lean,
brash and unfocused upon a starling morn.
‘I swear then, I saw the rooftops measure time’,
from behind smokestacks journeyed a lulling sun --
a rotation erred,
it bore the monogram of scorn upon
a lessened eye,
insight -
I shouldn’t have taken flight
to graze the sunken cobblestone
with the right of a fool
so clumsy as to walk with spineless form
against so many, blessed,
to maintain a steady climb.
From behind sunken hats levied a
glazing pale;
a rotation erred,
and palled a monogram
upon an intrinsic cairn.
In hindsight,
I should have taken leave
at my own lifeless wake,
just one second later.
#3
it is?

Jamie you didn't set an end date on this poll, do you want me to add one, so it'll close on time? I can match it to the other poll.

Let me know.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.