Poetry competition CLOSED 26th December 2014 12:38pm
WINNER
Atakti
Atakti
RUNNER-UP:
lepperochan
The Arena: RANDOM POEMS [2] De POWER [Opium] THREE
Round Four THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE has now started. Check out the link for the final challenge.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/poetry/read/7440/255/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/poetry/read/7440/255/
Group: the feckin final!
drum, underground carpak NY
Not angry, slightly agitated observational rhyming slam
Eye spied a rain drop
caught it with a bottle top
hid it somewhere safe
for a sunny day
went down 11th street:
shadow shufflin' slick feet
tappin' on his hum-drum
real neat back beat
underground car park
free speak:
cookin' up rocks in a tow truck
suckin' on no luck
fuckin' with the heavy stuff
chopped to a profit by the agency
full blown conspiracy
agents see
everything you send me
a to z
I can't breathe
drum, underground carpak NY
Not angry, slightly agitated observational rhyming slam
Eye spied a rain drop
caught it with a bottle top
hid it somewhere safe
for a sunny day
went down 11th street:
shadow shufflin' slick feet
tappin' on his hum-drum
real neat back beat
underground car park
free speak:
cookin' up rocks in a tow truck
suckin' on no luck
fuckin' with the heavy stuff
chopped to a profit by the agency
full blown conspiracy
agents see
everything you send me
a to z
I can't breathe
Group: The final. rebirth, desert, crystal apple
They call it the walking widower:
because her petals are pink
with black tips
and she pushes through Sahara sand
then mocks the sun to murder her
until death is a wave away
then drops one tear
with her seed in the middle
that for a second
sits atop the scorched sand
like a crystal apple
then sinks down
to begin
her
resurrection
They call it the walking widower:
because her petals are pink
with black tips
and she pushes through Sahara sand
then mocks the sun to murder her
until death is a wave away
then drops one tear
with her seed in the middle
that for a second
sits atop the scorched sand
like a crystal apple
then sinks down
to begin
her
resurrection
Genre: Destruction
Location: Buddhist temple
Object: Obsidian sphere
Obsidian Cœur
The carved jade, the silk weavings,
the candles, flowers, jars, and incense,
stand as honor guards to the calm.
Generations of veneration
smile in mock immunity.
He could borrow rage,
booze-filled howls and a hard-on
for notoriety, a stupor for the weak.
Sober, skin cold on sacred stone,
he converts the temple, yin to yang,
holiness to rubble.
Cracks, dust, colors ashed,
hammering thoughts to grunts,
he emerges, his palm gritted
around the dark sphere, obsidian cœur.
The ball drinks light and shines.
Pulsing out of place —
is it his pivot, or he its own?
The black dot defines the white,
until shadows move the sun.
What was obscured is revealed.
The master watches and nods.
Location: Buddhist temple
Object: Obsidian sphere
Obsidian Cœur
The carved jade, the silk weavings,
the candles, flowers, jars, and incense,
stand as honor guards to the calm.
Generations of veneration
smile in mock immunity.
He could borrow rage,
booze-filled howls and a hard-on
for notoriety, a stupor for the weak.
Sober, skin cold on sacred stone,
he converts the temple, yin to yang,
holiness to rubble.
Cracks, dust, colors ashed,
hammering thoughts to grunts,
he emerges, his palm gritted
around the dark sphere, obsidian cœur.
The ball drinks light and shines.
Pulsing out of place —
is it his pivot, or he its own?
The black dot defines the white,
until shadows move the sun.
What was obscured is revealed.
The master watches and nods.
Genre: slam poetry
Location: Underground car park London
Object: a goose feather
Minus Five
Find me love in this concrete tomb,
an eternal womb, wet and dark, unyielding.
"This here is my place,
space five-oh-two."
Echoes and light stop at minus one,
but the cold follows me down to minus five.
"Could you spare some change
please?"
Change, it's strange
what it might do.
"I've a fiver to my name.
Oh, and tuppence."
Spare me, change me. Life changed
around me.
Car-less emptiness
in the evenings
brings oil stains and quiet.
Electric dawn takes dreams from my head,
leaves damp cardboard instead,
and an empty gnawing for warmth.
A goose feather in my pocket,
a refugee freed from pillows,
from polished luxury seventeen floors up.
Lost religion stays lost on minus five,
where heaven is above, but where hell
lacks fire and light, so bones chill and set.
The fastest way here is the whiskey express,
when inner flames burn brighter
than heated warnings.
I have nothing to confess.
"Spare me
a coin or two?"
I have nothing to love
on minus five.
Location: Underground car park London
Object: a goose feather
Minus Five
Find me love in this concrete tomb,
an eternal womb, wet and dark, unyielding.
"This here is my place,
space five-oh-two."
Echoes and light stop at minus one,
but the cold follows me down to minus five.
"Could you spare some change
please?"
Change, it's strange
what it might do.
"I've a fiver to my name.
Oh, and tuppence."
Spare me, change me. Life changed
around me.
Car-less emptiness
in the evenings
brings oil stains and quiet.
Electric dawn takes dreams from my head,
leaves damp cardboard instead,
and an empty gnawing for warmth.
A goose feather in my pocket,
a refugee freed from pillows,
from polished luxury seventeen floors up.
Lost religion stays lost on minus five,
where heaven is above, but where hell
lacks fire and light, so bones chill and set.
The fastest way here is the whiskey express,
when inner flames burn brighter
than heated warnings.
I have nothing to confess.
"Spare me
a coin or two?"
I have nothing to love
on minus five.
Thread's up! ... oh, what, no announcement yet? Damn.
Craic, well done, either way. It's no surprise to see you in the final, mister. This competition has been interesting, challenging and longgggggggggggg. I'll shut up now, before this turns into a speech. Oh, too late...
You know, in Australia, especially this time of year, the light bends and one Earth minute turns into 3 days everywhere else.
Best, schmest, hemi, if I don't give him a hard time, who will?
Craic, well done, either way. It's no surprise to see you in the final, mister. This competition has been interesting, challenging and longgggggggggggg. I'll shut up now, before this turns into a speech. Oh, too late...
You know, in Australia, especially this time of year, the light bends and one Earth minute turns into 3 days everywhere else.
Best, schmest, hemi, if I don't give him a hard time, who will?
AND THE WINNER OF RANDOM POEMS [2] De POWER [Opium] THREE IS... [what an FN mouthful...]
Atakti with a total of 10 points!!!! Congratulations, well deserved and hard fought victory!!!!
Craic, you scored 8 points, it was a close call, unfortunately, tank girl just got firing on all cylinders after entering that FN surreal aquarium poem and then she didn't look back. However, you were the most consistent poet, with the highest total score awarded for all your entries. Well done!!!
ROUND FOUR CHALLENGE... THE FINAL SCORES BREAKUP!!!!!
Challenge 1
Genre: Destruction
Location: Buddhist temple
Object: Obsidian sphere
Poet: Atakti - Obsidian Cœur 5 points
Genre: Rebirth
Location: Desert
Object: Crystal apple
Poet: lepperochan - They call it the walking widower: 4 points
Challenge 2
Genre: slam poetry
Location: underground car park New-york
Object: a drum
Poet: lepperochan - Not angry, slightly agitated observational rhyming slam 4 points
Genre: slam poetry
Location: Underground car park London
Object: a goose feather
Poet: Atakti - Minus Five 5 points [could have got zero if I miscalculated the negative]
Now, I did some thinking about a winners prize and what I'd like to do with the same stone I'm going to peg at Atakti, is also encourage a similar less complicated version of knockout competition to be run annually or biannually, and what better prize could be offered to the winner, than to pass the baton onto Atakti, to run the next DU knockout poetry comp in 2015. Thank you, Atakti!!!!
I must thank everyone who took part in the comp, the spectators, the ball boys and ball girls, all the excellent and very talented poets, thank you for your kick-ass poetry and very big round of applause, please, for the awesome and diligent judges, Hemi, Missy, Harpalycus and Aish... and my other phantom judges. Thank you everyone for your patients and for making this comp a lot of fun.
Happy new year and good night!
Atakti with a total of 10 points!!!! Congratulations, well deserved and hard fought victory!!!!
Craic, you scored 8 points, it was a close call, unfortunately, tank girl just got firing on all cylinders after entering that FN surreal aquarium poem and then she didn't look back. However, you were the most consistent poet, with the highest total score awarded for all your entries. Well done!!!
ROUND FOUR CHALLENGE... THE FINAL SCORES BREAKUP!!!!!
Challenge 1
Genre: Destruction
Location: Buddhist temple
Object: Obsidian sphere
Poet: Atakti - Obsidian Cœur 5 points
Genre: Rebirth
Location: Desert
Object: Crystal apple
Poet: lepperochan - They call it the walking widower: 4 points
Challenge 2
Genre: slam poetry
Location: underground car park New-york
Object: a drum
Poet: lepperochan - Not angry, slightly agitated observational rhyming slam 4 points
Genre: slam poetry
Location: Underground car park London
Object: a goose feather
Poet: Atakti - Minus Five 5 points [could have got zero if I miscalculated the negative]
Now, I did some thinking about a winners prize and what I'd like to do with the same stone I'm going to peg at Atakti, is also encourage a similar less complicated version of knockout competition to be run annually or biannually, and what better prize could be offered to the winner, than to pass the baton onto Atakti, to run the next DU knockout poetry comp in 2015. Thank you, Atakti!!!!
I must thank everyone who took part in the comp, the spectators, the ball boys and ball girls, all the excellent and very talented poets, thank you for your kick-ass poetry and very big round of applause, please, for the awesome and diligent judges, Hemi, Missy, Harpalycus and Aish... and my other phantom judges. Thank you everyone for your patients and for making this comp a lot of fun.
Happy new year and good night!
ahh, Atakti, well done Missus, fabulous finish. thought I may have thrown you a curve ball with the goose feather but you batted it outta the arena.
cheers Case. great comp, really enjoyed it.
hat tip, Judges. thanks most much for the judgements throughout, some close calls there Viddax, Jesta, Five wives.
thanks, Jon for acceptin’ the whiskey and bailing out :)’
I think I know what all the delay was, It was Harpyclause wasn’t it, sending you novels and quantum physics equations to back up his scores :D
cheers Case. great comp, really enjoyed it.
hat tip, Judges. thanks most much for the judgements throughout, some close calls there Viddax, Jesta, Five wives.
thanks, Jon for acceptin’ the whiskey and bailing out :)’
I think I know what all the delay was, It was Harpyclause wasn’t it, sending you novels and quantum physics equations to back up his scores :D
Holy crap, I won?
Thanks very much! I was happy getting to the final, so this is a great bonus.
Craic, well done. I wouldn't have been surprised to lose to you, and was drafting runner-up speeches in my head. I should gloat, right, cuz this doesn't happen often, as you have so kindly point out... repeatedly...
Thank you to Case and his chicken soup, and his finally adding up the points on his toes. Thank you judges, for going through the long slog, we appreciate it.
To the poets that entered - I read all the poems, and saw winning work in every round. Bravo, we need more comps.. like this...what? I have to host? Oh man...
Thanks very much! I was happy getting to the final, so this is a great bonus.
Craic, well done. I wouldn't have been surprised to lose to you, and was drafting runner-up speeches in my head. I should gloat, right, cuz this doesn't happen often, as you have so kindly point out... repeatedly...
Thank you to Case and his chicken soup, and his finally adding up the points on his toes. Thank you judges, for going through the long slog, we appreciate it.
To the poets that entered - I read all the poems, and saw winning work in every round. Bravo, we need more comps.. like this...what? I have to host? Oh man...
