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Pre code poetry.. huh what? Grab a beer, sit, we'll chat and play bongos
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I missed this thread and you gang!

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Nice recent verses by Jayman, Porcupine48, and Retro!! :applause:

 

 

An Instaverse inspired by this pulp magazine. (Not my contest Entry)

 

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Blond Cargo

 

Blond Cargo for your pleasure

but there is no real pressure

merely purchase a lady real soon

or prepare to meet an early doom!

 

The slavers and the traders

got no time for slacking evaders

so pick your girl or face the risk

that youll be subject to a whisk

 

To a planet at the edge of space

Where youll be ruled by a man with a mace

constructed of the finest steel

as you will find when you feel

 

the wind alone of the passing spiked ball

will send you sprawling across the hall

knocked for a loop and in dire daze

then forced to navigate an impossible maze

So think twice before deciding to pass

on your selected lovely lass

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OK, folks. After a couple weeks of contest hype we have a total of three contestants. I was hoping for more but hopefully the next one people will be more open to trying their hand. So, here they are. The 3 entries. Please post your vote here!! so there is no dispute and all can see and count for themselves. Winner will receive thisScan05272015143708_001_zpsmjpkejru.jpg

Entry #1

 

 

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Captain Midnight's Pre-flight Check

 

The fighters were parked at the far end of the field

as sirens garishly blared and he scrambled to wield

the top ranked squadron of P51's

that belched deadly fire from six synchronized guns.

 

As he jogged toward his splendidly fit fighter plane

thoughts of duty occurred and began to strain

his concentration for the daring plan of attack

he'd undeniably been rattled by too much heavy flack.

 

Had the master alternator switch been turned on?

why it would blast him out of the sky if that was set wrong.

What if the propeller pitch was set too high?

he'd often wondered about that as he streaked through the sky.

 

As he ran down the runway the captain absently thought

of the flowers for his girl, which he had recently bought.

Did she prefer pink roses or would red carnations be embraced?

Well at least they were fresh cut and arranged in good taste.

 

He thought back on his idyllic days while attending Yale

flush full of serious studies and frosty pints of ale.

He'd diligently schooled himself in law and competed in track

right up until that day of the devastating December attack.

 

When Captain Midnight first burst into the air

energetic legions of enemy pilots were blissfully unaware

of the nonpareil nerves that he brought to the fight

until they were illuminated in the Admiral's gun sight.

 

The courageous Captain then sprinted as though shot from a sling

ensuring that he would be the first to take wing

as he sought to do battle with the German air aces

who'd had no time to wipe the grit off their faces.

 

But wait .. what was that call that he heard

as he briskly dashed then his head briefly blurred

"Hey Captain you overran and forgot to climb in your plane"

"Well how about that, I am under incredible strain".

 

The moment was forgotten as he closed the planes bubble

if word of his lapse leaked, he'd be in serious trouble.

The signal flare then sizzled and burst high in the sky

and the squadron's fleet launched under the commander's watchful eye.

Fighter planes banked left and streaked straight towards the enemies lair

to paste the Luftwaffe with lead, that would pierce the night air.

 

 

Entry #2

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On a cold and pitch dark night,

ancient tracks shake with fright

On railroads old filled with disdain,

comes grinning bright, the old Ghost Train

 

Why wears its engine a skull like mask?

Some questions are better not to ask

Once every year through fog or rain

comes rumbling through, the old Ghost Train

 

Spike drivers and Conductors know

in a whispered hush how the tale did grow

These rails were laid with death and pain

souls burn like coal in the old Ghost Train

 

A race to join coasts from West to East

was the prideful sin that made the beast

The prize - a golden spike - like the mark of Cain

scars deep the heart of the old Ghost Train

 

Its passengers wail and scream a lot

forever ride this spectral chariot

that collects the dead that do refrain

to say why they ride the old Ghost Train

 

 

Entry #3

 

 

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Thanks to all!!

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Okay, I'll start off the voting by choosing entry #1 Captain Midnight's Pre-flight Check. I enjoyed the well thought out whimsical tale that tied in very well with the cover. Nice job! :applause:

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OK, folks. After a couple weeks of contest hype we have a total of three contestants. I was hoping for more but hopefully the next one people will be more open to trying their hand. So, here they are. The 3 entries. Please post your vote here!! so there is no dispute and all can see and count for themselves. Winner will receive thisScan05272015143708_001_zpsmjpkejru.jpg

Entry #1

 

 

779867_zpsv2ftquv0.jpg

 

Captain Midnight's Pre-flight Check

 

The fighters were parked at the far end of the field

as sirens garishly blared and he scrambled to wield

the top ranked squadron of P51's

that belched deadly fire from six synchronized guns.

 

As he jogged toward his splendidly fit fighter plane

thoughts of duty occurred and began to strain

his concentration for the daring plan of attack

he'd undeniably been rattled by too much heavy flack.

 

Had the master alternator switch been turned on?

why it would blast him out of the sky if that was set wrong.

What if the propeller pitch was set too high?

he'd often wondered about that as he streaked through the sky.

 

As he ran down the runway the captain absently thought

of the flowers for his girl, which he had recently bought.

Did she prefer pink roses or would red carnations be embraced?

Well at least they were fresh cut and arranged in good taste.

 

He thought back on his idyllic days while attending Yale

flush full of serious studies and frosty pints of ale.

He'd diligently schooled himself in law and competed in track

right up until that day of the devastating December attack.

 

When Captain Midnight first burst into the air

energetic legions of enemy pilots were blissfully unaware

of the nonpareil nerves that he brought to the fight

until they were illuminated in the Admiral's gun sight.

 

The courageous Captain then sprinted as though shot from a sling

ensuring that he would be the first to take wing

as he sought to do battle with the German air aces

who'd had no time to wipe the grit off their faces.

 

But wait .. what was that call that he heard

as he briskly dashed then his head briefly blurred

"Hey Captain you overran and forgot to climb in your plane"

"Well how about that, I am under incredible strain".

 

The moment was forgotten as he closed the planes bubble

if word of his lapse leaked, he'd be in serious trouble.

The signal flare then sizzled and burst high in the sky

and the squadron's fleet launched under the commander's watchful eye.

Fighter planes banked left and streaked straight towards the enemies lair

to paste the Luftwaffe with lead, that would pierce the night air.

 

 

Entry #2

827753_zpsyz75oybs.jpg

On a cold and pitch dark night,

ancient tracks shake with fright

On railroads old filled with disdain,

comes grinning bright, the old Ghost Train

 

Why wears its engine a skull like mask?

Some questions are better not to ask

Once every year through fog or rain

comes rumbling through, the old Ghost Train

 

Spike drivers and Conductors know

in a whispered hush how the tale did grow

These rails were laid with death and pain

souls burn like coal in the old Ghost Train

 

A race to join coasts from West to East

was the prideful sin that made the beast

The prize - a golden spike - like the mark of Cain

scars deep the heart of the old Ghost Train

 

Its passengers wail and scream a lot

forever ride this spectral chariot

that collects the dead that do refrain

to say why they ride the old Ghost Train

 

 

Entry #3

 

 

madv_zpsjh2aovg3.jpg

 

 

Thanks to all!!

 

 

Come on people! Vote for one of the three finalist above!

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Great thread! Is there a poll?

I don't have a poll just asking for transparent votes so its all here on the thread. Poll sounds good if I knew how to do that..

Also, I did get a pm vote for entry 3. If they want to verify here that's up to them tho.

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Great thread! Is there a poll?

I don't have a poll just asking for transparent votes so its all here on the thread. Poll sounds good if I knew how to do that..

Also, I did get a pm vote for entry 3. If they want to verify here that's up to them tho.

Verification granted! (thumbs u
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Great thread! Is there a poll?

I don't have a poll just asking for transparent votes so its all here on the thread. Poll sounds good if I knew how to do that..

Also, I did get a pm vote for entry 3. If they want to verify here that's up to them tho.

Verification granted! (thumbs u
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OK, folks. After a couple weeks of contest hype we have a total of three contestants. I was hoping for more but hopefully the next one people will be more open to trying their hand. So, here they are. The 3 entries. Please post your vote here!! so there is no dispute and all can see and count for themselves. Winner will receive thisScan05272015143708_001_zpsmjpkejru.jpg

Entry #1

 

 

779867_zpsv2ftquv0.jpg

 

Captain Midnight's Pre-flight Check

 

The fighters were parked at the far end of the field

as sirens garishly blared and he scrambled to wield

the top ranked squadron of P51's

that belched deadly fire from six synchronized guns.

 

As he jogged toward his splendidly fit fighter plane

thoughts of duty occurred and began to strain

his concentration for the daring plan of attack

he'd undeniably been rattled by too much heavy flack.

 

Had the master alternator switch been turned on?

why it would blast him out of the sky if that was set wrong.

What if the propeller pitch was set too high?

he'd often wondered about that as he streaked through the sky.

 

As he ran down the runway the captain absently thought

of the flowers for his girl, which he had recently bought.

Did she prefer pink roses or would red carnations be embraced?

Well at least they were fresh cut and arranged in good taste.

 

He thought back on his idyllic days while attending Yale

flush full of serious studies and frosty pints of ale.

He'd diligently schooled himself in law and competed in track

right up until that day of the devastating December attack.

 

When Captain Midnight first burst into the air

energetic legions of enemy pilots were blissfully unaware

of the nonpareil nerves that he brought to the fight

until they were illuminated in the Admiral's gun sight.

 

The courageous Captain then sprinted as though shot from a sling

ensuring that he would be the first to take wing

as he sought to do battle with the German air aces

who'd had no time to wipe the grit off their faces.

 

But wait .. what was that call that he heard

as he briskly dashed then his head briefly blurred

"Hey Captain you overran and forgot to climb in your plane"

"Well how about that, I am under incredible strain".

 

The moment was forgotten as he closed the planes bubble

if word of his lapse leaked, he'd be in serious trouble.

The signal flare then sizzled and burst high in the sky

and the squadron's fleet launched under the commander's watchful eye.

Fighter planes banked left and streaked straight towards the enemies lair

to paste the Luftwaffe with lead, that would pierce the night air.

 

 

Entry #2

827753_zpsyz75oybs.jpg

On a cold and pitch dark night,

ancient tracks shake with fright

On railroads old filled with disdain,

comes grinning bright, the old Ghost Train

 

Why wears its engine a skull like mask?

Some questions are better not to ask

Once every year through fog or rain

comes rumbling through, the old Ghost Train

 

Spike drivers and Conductors know

in a whispered hush how the tale did grow

These rails were laid with death and pain

souls burn like coal in the old Ghost Train

 

A race to join coasts from West to East

was the prideful sin that made the beast

The prize - a golden spike - like the mark of Cain

scars deep the heart of the old Ghost Train

 

Its passengers wail and scream a lot

forever ride this spectral chariot

that collects the dead that do refrain

to say why they ride the old Ghost Train

 

 

Entry #3

 

 

madv_zpsjh2aovg3.jpg

 

 

Thanks to all!!

 

 

Come on people! Vote for one of the three finalist above!

 

Coming down to the end of voting and its tied. Vote for one of the above please!

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