Thank you all for your contributions to the HipForums Poetry Contest! I suspected there were poets in hiding here, so I though this would be a good way to get us out in the open and spark more interest in this. Poetry can change your mind, move your soul and enlighten the downtrodden. It is an artform that spans cultures, generations, and thousands of years. Write On! Please read them all below, and help us celebrate the winner! Building bridges by Candy Gal I was hurt by some who turned away I needed their help on that day The years went by, and I forgot their name Now they need me, that is a shame I sat and thought would it be right To ignore them in their current plight I cannot treat them as they treated me I am not that way, as they will see I will hold out my hand, and help them soon My heart compels me to make them room "Who wins this insidious dance with death, called life?" by Tyrsonwood The man behind the mask, or the mask that entraps the man? In those brief seconds before the dawn, that minute instant before our ego takes hold, who is it that decides which mask to wear that day? And why is that one mask chosen over all the other ones? Is it the sad man that truly wants to be happy, Or is it the happy man that society forces to be sad? Who has more strength, the man with no legs who dreams of running even tho' he knows he can't, Or the man with good legs who wants to sit and has no dreams? Who has more talent, The artist, who from his multi-hued palate creates the perfect color, Or the blind man that sees this color in the darkness of night? Who has more riches, The simple man who found a shell as a child and holds it to this very day, Or the wealthy man that has so much he doesn't hold any of it? Who's song has more beauty, The critically acclaimed musician who leads a symphony of trained voices, Or the young unwed mother, singing a lullaby to her deaf child? Who has more power, Is it the champion of industry who holds the fate of thousands in his hand, Or the homeless man that wakes alone, looks out at the dirty street, and says "Good morning God" The one you choose the winner in these, will be determined by the one you allow to make the decision. The mask? or the man behind the mask? Who wins this insidious dance with death, called life? Nothing by MeAgain Nothing comes from nothing, Nothing has to be, Seek to find this nothing, And nothing you will see. Things must come from other things, Nothing comes for free, The origin of those other things, As far back as we see. No thing rises on its own, No thing has to be, Within the realm of no thing, Nothing has to be. (Or the other way around) Wolf: July 2020 (xi) by WOLF ANGEL “I wait in the shadows, under cover of night, Where many are nervous, so easy to fright, But I am an ‘other’, and I embrace the dark The cover opaque, - the wind chill so stark, The shine of the Moonbeams, a spotlight to guide, An illumination exposes, those which try so, to hide. I'm night hunter attentive, - alert for my prey, I know with my success rate - few will see a new day. A lone from a pack, the desire I seek, To feed of my passion, make me strong, and not weak, It isn’t a choice, but compelled, driven state, For eternal survival, - it is so my fate” Poop by NoHobo "I want in the bowls, under the cover of farts Where many are brewing, so easy to shart, But I am an 'other', and I embrace the relase The toilet uncovered - the poop feels unease, The shine of the water, a spotlight to guide, An illumination exposes, my own dark insides I'm the night pooper attentive - alert for my bowls, I know with my success rate - few will feel a splash. A lone from a pack, the desire I seek To unleash my bowls, make the flush strong and not weak, It isn't a choice, but compelled, biological state, For eternal pooping - it is so my fate."