Poetry competition CLOSED 16th February 2016 6:38am
WINNER
Anonymous
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RUNNERS-UP: blocat and Jade-Pandora

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A Life Well Lived

poet Anonymous

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In war i see myself,
No feelings no mercy.

Killing any enemy,
Including myself,

Raping any girl
I do what i like to do.

No i wont regret it,
Still better than,

A miserable life spent,
Behind an office.

Yes i do admit it,
Who cares anyway,

Kill your enemy,
Rape his girls,

Take his things,
Show no mercy no care.

My eye wont drop a tear,
My eye will be colder than ever,

From a desert to a cold weather,
Nothing will change for me.

Artemios
Thought Provoker
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What about life?

And then I was at the balcony on the first floor
and I was thinking that I could see it all,
and then on the second and then on the third floor
still thinking I had seen it all.

And now I’m at the balcony of the last floor
no more to go further, no way to go back.

Nobody thinks that he had a life well lived,
complaints and i-tears ringing everyday
from homeless emotions to real and not virtual explosions.

Why my hair is not curly enough?
Why my eyes are brown and not blue?
Why I’m fat and not Celine Dion?

Why the sea is eating new born babies
and not eating me or you or our clones  
for being the culpable of this no life lived anti-poem?

I will remember all the fucks I have had before I got here
it will not be difficult, it just happened once,
I like to say “all” when I talk about monad
it tickles all the virgin stuff I curry on me.
I renounce the rest, my whole wasn’t there.

Music for the deaf and a drawing of Miro for the blind
money for nobody and sex bombs for everybody,
that would define a  life well lived
but definitions are to be and should be destroyed
along with whatever can shoot
except the penis, the vagina
and the adorably romantic and colorful parachute.


They say that trying something once
it’s like you never tried it.

And I’m asking continuously

“what about life?”

And I’m asking from the last floor

“what about life?”

And I’m asking with my eyes full of darkness

“what about life?”

And then, I stop asking.

“what about life?”

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/Goulet%20-%20Redford01.png
THROWBACK

I saw a young man today, a photo
of him kneeling, draped in the stars & stripes.

I found him online and was struck by
how he looks like my great-uncle David,

who's image always intrigued me, and
how he'd remind me of me: a throwback;

dropped stitches in a quilt, the two of us,
mismatched of the family, short & dark.

Don't look familiar 'cept to each other,
related by proxy, wishing he knew
how much I've loved him even though he's gone.

The first time I saw old photos of him,
my little bird voice chirped, "He was so nice!"

How did I know? his black & white grin, and
pieces that family members had put in,

of his place alongside kindred spirits,
separated by generations, and
bonded with scout pledges, and Schwinn bikes.

I've always missed him because I know him,
but, he couldn't wait that long for me.

Something went so very wrong long before
I came along too late, when time would sag.

Overturning his world, the Pawtucket kid
in a jeep, suddenly gets the news flash that

the war's over, that they'd be sending him
home, covered in a freshly draped flag.

©2016 Jade-Pandora. All Rights Reserved.

My great-uncle David, who served in the United States Army Corp, lost his life in 1945, just outside his base in France when his jeep hit a landmine, killing him instantly.  He has never been far from our family, so fun-loving was he, and no newborns to the family have ever been named David since.  It's like his name was retired, like the way the number for a football or baseball player on a team is retired - no other will replace him.

Preview: original photo (circa 1928) from my grandmother's album (inherited by me) when she was a teenager, oldest 1st cousin to David, showing him with 1st cousin Henry (kid brother to my grandmother), posing with David's father, Charlie.


Grace
IDryad
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IronFears, Artemios and Jade-Pandora thank you so much for your entry.

TinaLouise
Twisted Dreamer
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CELEBRATION

I sat upon your lap
every little given chance
especially when in strife
apparently;  I was
too big for my pants!

I was a very 'spirited' child
you never seemed to mind
Nan loved me unconditional
her love for me was blind

I replay my memories of you
whenever I am blue
those memories set me free
my memories of mum and you

It was the safest place on earth
up there upon your knee
we all know I was your favourite
it caused a lot of jealousy

So today it is your birthday
we celebrate every year
although I cannot see you
I feel you , Nan
I know that you are near

So raise your glasses Trendsetters
or just grab an ice cold beer
Happy Birthday Nan!
wishing you were here...

Written by TinaLouise

Grace
IDryad
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TinaLouise...thanks for your entry.

sunshine_2
DarkWonder AshleyEvans
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United States
Joined 12th Feb 2016
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LOVE IN THEE EYE

When I see you, you make me smile
when we first meet in that house, felt scared and frightened
when I got to know u and the person you are,
my love for you has grow stronger
hands touches to faces, body next to mind
feeling are now coming as I deep inside
we had some bad time but more   good then ever
missing you, kissing you, the smile in our eyes, come back now my sadness is here, praying in hoping I see you again in my arms as we lay

Savaja
Dangerous Mind
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A well-lived life...


What constitutes the well-lived life?


What's the secret elixir?


Is there one?


Or many?


Mayhap, the permutations are endless.


Mayhap, what looks like living well to one won't appear so to another.


In many ways, her life was a challenge, the loss of two babies: one stillborn, the other dying after being born because the doctor couldn't be bothered to leave his golf game for a colored woman (twas the deep South in the 1940s).


The third daughter died much later, after a pitched battle for her life that was won and years of rehabilitation ~ a staunch determination and refusal to accept doctors' verdict that she would be a "vegetable" after a horrific car accident (all the while raising that daughter's infant daughter alongside). That car accident did not kill her. Twas the colon cancer against which my grandmother was helpless, not for lack of trying, though. Until the very bitter end, she refused to relinquish my mother commanding doctors and staff, her training as a registered nurse coming to the fore.


Despite these tragedies and so very many more, my grandmother's life was well lived.


Why?


She loved.


With every fiber of her being, she loved and it showed.


I remember her saying to never become a nurse ~ she hated nursing. Mind, she became one during a time period when nurses were responsible for changing bed pans.


I think twas more than that, though. Twas a certain callous disregard she saw that disillusioned her.


Through WW II, her major was Teaching (and she'd have made an admirable one) ~ while in her final year, a nurse came to her college from the Front and spoke, impassioned, of how they needed nurses desperately.


That day she went and changed her major to Nursing. Teaching lost one of its very best that day.


Indubitably.


I remember.
My cousins remember.
My daughter remembers


Great-Grandma on the patio playing with the dollhouse and her and playing Pick-up-sticks


Grandma on the floor playing with dolls and cars and trains and what-have-you


Grandma playing jacks or dolls or inventing elaborate imaginary settings, us setting off on adventures in the backyard, trekking across parks, through wildernesses, exploring myriad places in books...


Naught was better than a story read or told by grandma. No one could match her for expressiveness. She was fascinating, riveting, glorious!


We begged for stories and she had them, oh did she ever! Her life was filled with so much.


She'd been a missionary to Sierra Leone, West Africa so she'd seen animals we could only see in zoos or on TV with Jacques Cousteau and National Geographic.


She shared them with us. She shared herself and she was the best gift of all.


What constitutes a life well lived?


Is there one secret elixir?


Or many?


Mayhap, the permutations are endless...



Voiced: http://youtu.be/fgoneHnBTl4

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Savaja! Gasp! lovely...and just heard you read it....sigh....

Richard_the_third
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom
Joined 9th Feb 2016
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Do your best
By yourself and others
Try to be true
Family, friends, lovers.

Try not to deceive
If you do, be so careful
Cover your tracks
Or risk an earful

Nobody's Perfect
Remember that
At the end of the day
You're only  a pratt.


Floydmattew
FloydMathew
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You're right no one is perfect.

Grace
IDryad
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Congratulations, winners! A very difficult decision. Miki, Jade and Blocat awesome entry. If we  have a tie trophy it would be perfect. Anyway, all entries were well written. Thank you for being with me in this competition. Hope to see you in my next one.

blocat
Dangerous Mind
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Thank you for voting my simple poem as runner-up. I'm honoured!

Savaja
Dangerous Mind
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Forum Posts: 186

calamitygin said:Savaja! Gasp! lovely...and just heard you read it....sigh....

Calamitygin, luv, I just saw this. Thank you very much! :-*

(Now that I know where this will post in the grand scheme of things... :-p)

Thank you very, very much, Grace, for dreaming this competition to life. You caused me to create somewhat that needed to happen. I do not know that I can thank you quite enough, luv. :-*

Congratulations, mikimoondancer, on the win!

Congratulations, blocat, on a runners-up spot!

Congratulations, Jade-Pandora, on a runners-up spot as well!

All of you wrote such stellar tributes! I see precisely why Grace said what she did about triple trophies. :-*

Deep Underground Poetry is rife with talent. I am fortunate to have found this place and to be among your company...

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you so much, gracious Host Grace, for providing all of us, who participated, with such a wonderful arena to put our emotions and dedications to loved ones who will always remain close to our hearts.  And my congratulations to Miki for her fine ink, and to blocat for being co-runner-up with his.  And to everyone, my hearty congratulations -- we were all winners! <3

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