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*Copy and paste two of your old poems here.
 -One with the least reads and
 -The other with the least comments.

If you don't know how to find these...
Go to your poems and click the 'sort by' drop down box. You're on your own from there.

Good luck!

I didn't realise I had so so many poems where no-one commented....

I chose the one below because people tend not to talk about abuse/domestic/family violence...



its kicked in...oblivion...


i can't feel your punches anymore
i can see you from deep within, but
i've left, checked out, till it's all over
it's the only way i survive living this life

there's no room on this body of mine
to hang your abusive diatribe
words, past and present, fill up all the spaces
the only thing to release them were your loving embraces
but they no longer exist, i no longer experience bliss

you think you have me where you want me
i'll play along with that, OK?
but the time's coming, you'll be surprised
cause i will disappear from your life
that's a guarantee, providing i survive


Written by seekingkate (kateA)
Published 7th October 2014 9:42am  

My choice for least read...16 reads I think....



Wunjo Reversed
(Entered in Riddles of the Runes comp)


I always talk making clear my question,
my concern, my intention
As my left hand rumbles around
inside their special bag
Smooth, oval, cold shapes slide through my fingers

One chooses me, never the other way round
I don't always like what they tell me
but they are never, ever wrong
Though there are times I wish they were
Because of the work that has to be done

Lately, it's been a turbulent time
emotionally for me
and they've been a shining light
guiding me through
Last night one chose me
to clear a path so I can continue

It confirmed what I already knew
My next stage is birthing
I'm experiencing the angst, the pain of it all
They remind me as always that patience
and perseverance are virtues
Though I do fear somewhat if I'll make it through

I know I can't go back
That's not what I want to do
I'm not the same person I was
I''ve been stripping away what's
no longer needed to what lies within
With each uncovering...a jewel

But there's more work to do
It never, ever stops
In times of doubt, confusion, of feeling lost
They're always there to guide me
A shining light to help get me through


Written by seekingkate (kateA)
Published 25th February 2015 2:33pm

Here you are. Alive and.... well, okay i guess.
Thanks for kicking it off with excellence, Kate!
Good luck :)

m_abbott1999 said:Here you are. Alive and.... well, okay i guess.
Thanks for kicking it off with excellence, Kate!
Good luck :)

Thanks Madi...all is very very well and good for me now...just tapping into some very old stuff for that first poem...
and yes...the second one is up...

On Robert Frost's 'the Road not Taken' (Mon,  12 January 2015)
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in every person's  
life there exists a moment  
or many moments,  
where different decisions
could have vast consequences  
.  
literally forks
in the road that you are on  
upon your travels  
or a moral choice that was  
happiness or vast sorrow  
.  
Robert Frost may have  
captured it best in that work  
but that is because  
in that bright moment  

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Entered in "The road not traveled"
on DeepUnderGroundPoetry.com
12th January 2015 12:19pm
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/7784/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/191549-on-robert-frosts-the-road-not-taken-mon/

Life or Honor (Friday,_19_June_2015_09:02)
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The Struggle for integrity
The Struggle to be worth breathing air
The Struggle to live without love
The Struggle to honor my wife
The Struggle to live without love
.
how much longer can I go on without
the simple feeling
of a loved one
held tight
in my arms
as i drift to dreams
or find my own way across the veil
.
finding ones self trapped between life and honor
is not exactly conducive to survival
find yourself a play partner
and let me find mine
.
i am tired of
dancing on the razors edge
you are not the only one that matters

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Poetry Comes from a Tilted Mind
Friday, 19 June 2015 09:02
http://tiltedmind.blogspot.com/2015/06/life-or-honor-friday19june20150902.html
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/207948-life-or-honor-friday-19-june-2015-09-02/

**Least Read** Published 25th January 2015 1:00am

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The Passing Of My Great Nanan Lily

Frail old beauty
smiling blankly at me
I'm forgotten to her memory
A new face she will soon forget
once again

The care home smelt musky
it's a smell I will remember
she was sat hunched over
in pain and coughing weakly
and yet she still managed to smile

To see a great woman like this
ripped open my insides and ravaged my heart
I didn't stay too long in the home
the staff were looking after her
I felt sad when I left her in good hands

A few days seemed to drag to weeks
I heard she was slowly dying now
still in agony from the illnesses
she lay in bed drifting into slumber
her memory gone and her voice quiet

No more suffering as she passed on
a beautiful lily remains in my heart
I will see her one last time
asleep in her cushioned bed
before she is laid to rest

**Least Commented** Published 6th December 2014 11:25pm

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Haiku 1

Blood trickles softly
A pale bruise frowns angrily
Broken veins despair

Flashing lights brighten
Ashen shell taken by cold hands
Bury the sinner

Whisper screams silent
Flowers wilting crumbling apart
Nothing left to see

*****Least Read******

"Reflections of Adoration"


I'll be your Goddess.
I'll be your love slave.
I'll be your warrior.
I'll be your princess.
I'll be your wall.
I'll be your shelter,
Your shoulder,
Your safe haven.
I'll be your anything....
So long as you're mine
And I need you.
I don't go a second of my day
Without a thought of you.
Without an ache
For your absence...
You are my life,
I can't possibly come close
To the beauty of your soul
The eloquence of your heart...
I need you more than my next breath
You are everything I've wanted,
Desired,
Hoped for,
Dreamed of,
Fantasized about,
Believed in,
Deeply worshipped
You are patient,
Sweet and real.
You're honest with me,
Treat me like you love me.
You communicate with me.
And we can speak of anything.
You're hard-working,
Highly intelligent,
Sexy in every way,
Sensually confident.
You are my every aspiration
Each wish come true.
You are my knight in shining armor
I bow before my king.
You are my romantic poet
Holding my heart in serious comfort.
You are quite simply...my everything.
And I would die without you...

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Safe in My Adoration ! extreme content !


You are my light and my darkness
You understand the deepest,
Depraved secrets of my being
You are my hell of desire
My Elysium of passion
The burning fire in my veins.
Beyond all time or space
From now until the end of all
Give to me your sweet release
Let me hear my name
Trembling, from your lips
Your hot skin covering mine.
Sculpting, shaping, tender
Hands sliding over my body
Worshiping your every contour
Pulling you closer in,
Trying to meld our forms
Our souls are already there
Gasps in the dark
Exquisite tendrils of pleasure
Sundering any fears
Inhibitions put to rest
I'm meant to be here
Under your scorching lips
Arching to meet them,
Time and again,
Without end
You cause me to quake
Carefully erected walls crumble
Control reduced to ashes
Sinking into my warmth
Groans of mutual bliss
Settling home at last
Pausing for reflection
In each other's eyes
Wonder and joy reciprocated
Shivering at the slow change
The bestial hunger rising
Written plainly over your face
Expressed in the sudden
Fierce tension in your curves
Answering tides of primal need
Arms clench, nails dig deep
Bodies straining in unison
Exhaled words of love
Greedily clutching, limbs wrapped
Deeper still, to our core
Ascend the twisted spiral
Racing towards our peak
Time fractures,
Suspended between moments
Knowledge shared
Ecstasy reached
I come undone
Watch it break over you
All encompassing waves
Endearments screamed
To the ears of the Gods rise
Floating gently back to reality
Clasped tightly in your arms
Drifting in the afterglow
Stroke your moist brow
Listen to the settling beat
Your heart pounds for me
A responding echo of mine
GODS, how I love you!
Rest upon my breast now
Secure in this embrace
Safe in my adoration...

This is a great idea!
Here are my two submission:


Heroes don't Belong here.

In search of places lost and unknown:
The party never stops,
I'm never alone,
I've never hated the thought
of going home.

Love is priceless;
I'm wealthy beyond compare.
Life is a game,
at least the players are fair.

I've never had to crawl
on busted knees and earthquaking hands-
My ruthless words, thoughts, actions
God Understands.
No need to pray or beg or plead
for I still own my innocence.
My conscience is clean.

Heroes don't belong here.
I have no fear
No dire need
for anything other than the life I lead
the air I breathe
the grass that cuddles my feet.

I've buried all skeletons in my closet.
I still own my soul,
I've never lost it.
I have a chest
that has never been opened
housing a throbbing heart
that remains unbroken.

Heroes don't belong here,
Heroes don't belong.

I received 0 comments on this one... You're more than welcome to be the 1st (on the actual poem, not here in the competition, please.)

Functionally Sane
Whenever this creature I hoard in my skull-
apparently called a brain-
perceives this life as insufferably dull
it abandons me in darkness
and ignites insanity to illuminate the way.

I am
the princess in a tower
that should never be saved.
Reality is the dungeon
that keeps my demons in chains.

Good thing too,
wouldn't want them getting loose.
I have tried to escape
but they're tangled around my life like a noose.
Ceasing my soul like a tourniquet.
For that,
I have only myself to blame.

The seed of evil, disguised.
They take form as vague outlines
painted by a dysfunctional conscious:
as a disturbing thought enters my mind
it often attempts to flee.
But it's a lonely place
for the lonesome kind
so I give it a face
and cut off its feet.

That's what you get for trying to leave.
That's how my demons and I
became the same being.

"Don't feed wild animals"
Psh...
I keep them as pets;
caged mocking birds
with clipped wings
tend to praise their
...owner
loudly with songs of my dispair
misfortune, failure.

I poke them with stick when they're asleep.
Never allow them to rest,
never allow myself some peace.

I could never tell
if provoking them was something I do for
a short-lived sense of revenge,
twisted use of control
or if the mental abuse had become a need.

My demons and I.

We've become attached
like colour to skin
latched
as a sinner to sin.

We wage a constant war upon myself:
a relentless struggle for power
between slave to the mind
and the mind-master.
Any which way-
malicious nature takes reign
by force
or
with shame.
Insanity becomes the impulse that
bursts from one synapse to the other...

Thoughts turn to action
and my demons turn their chains
into strings that, when yanked,
force my hands to react...

No matter what I do
or which one of the many
Things
that rent out this suit of skin
did it,
it's my face they see.

Even my own reflection
is sick of me.

I have become the monster inside.
I am the Devil in my mind.

*least comments*

blessings

today i sat in the stairwell
of my little church
tears rolled down my cheeks
and splashed into your
mussed up blonde hair
you kicked
and screamed
and fought
one arm broke free
and nails that i try
to keep trimmed
clawed my face

i whispered my mantra
over
and
over again

children are a blessing
from the Lord
just as they are

Children are a Blessing
from the LORD
JUST AS THEY ARE

the other hand broke
free this time
it grabbed a handful of my hair
and you thrashed against me

time slowed down
i knew what was coming

your beautiful head bent forward
and then slammed back
into my nose
in that moment
the cinder block wall that
i braced myself against
met my head

tiny pricks of light
danced in front of my eyes
then i said the words
that i cannot take back

why can’t you be normal

the words became stone
sunk into my belly and grew hot
i crumpled to the
floor beside your thrashing body

mother of the freaking year

*least reads*

another time

there was a time,
an aged, blue china time
when delicate hands scooped tea
into steaming water
and proffered comfort.

comfort offered by actions:
the hemming of pants,
frying bacon and
kneading a dough on laminate countertops,
a kiss to the forehead.

but now, in this precious moment,
i cannot fathom anything other
than cold lips and papery skin
and the desperate need to hold on.