Calling All Trophy Winners!

marielavoue said:
SoulReaper

Heaven hath no place for a fury like me.
Frozen in time I walk the lands,
do not think to impede my killing hand.
Health is but an illusion to be had,
as I accompanied by the mastiff hounds of hell,
seek to toll humanities last bell.
I likened to the pangolin (ant eater),
I come but not for ants as would think some,
but for your soul that I claim
with the tip of my tongue.

Foolish clerical teachers think to pray
and preach against creatures such as me,
but in swift succession I take what is owed
fore they shall reap what they sow.
My kith and kin I will reclaim
homicidal maniacs and all manner
of human harbingers  of evil in the masters name.

Reform is non existent,
repenting a futile game
and redemption a dirty
word that will get you no gain.
So I go about setting my gin, (a hunting trap)
I aim to catch many souls therein;
their carcass will feed the hounds
they delight in shredding the flesh
with zeal as garnered by the sounds.

Religions are like a fad followed by the sheep
Along with the atheist with their
Interstellar search for what they seek
both equally tasty tid bits for my canines nasty teeth.
Pudgy or thin, rich or poor, wise or not
all are equally caught in the reapers knot
fore I Riddle humanity with my rot.
Ha ha ha… the Quasi (“resembling,”) modo (manner)
in which they live their life
thinking nothing can harm them
so long as they remain in the light.

Oh… foolish is the one who fails to see
how quickly things Vary (Fluctuate)
with intent, something they cannot see;
they try to Sugarcoat the world for the weak,
thinking to lessen the horror
with positive and Vivacious (Cheerful) ramblings,
believing that with this they will
erase their petty tendencies.
Ohhh… but we see it all
know the darkest secrets
hidden in a man’s heart
and smell on your soul, its taint.

I, am Hell’s Soulreaper… Are you ready?!
Gypsy Red
May 7, 2013
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/5068/



Wow marielavoue
Nice to see you and your poetry...
I enjoyed this very much..
Good Luck!

LobodeSanPedro said:     
Marsha ... Marsha ... Marsha    
     
     
Wasn't looking to live large      
Just lovely      
     
You know      
     
like the Brady Bunch      
All blonde and beautiful      
With a dog named Tiger      
     
Except I wanted to fuck Marsha      
and Carol too      
Yeah I know      
Not in the script      
But neither was my life      
     
Prison Sundays      
     
was the only time I didn't have to go to church      
Except my moms still made me wear that      
punk ass suit      
with the      
punk ass tie    
And those      
punk ass shoes      
     
Visiting Daddy      
in Attica      
     
Guards patting me down    
I was ten    
Get used to it      
one of 'em smirked      
     
Like I was stupid enough to carry my screwdriver there      
     
Showed Daddy my report card      
All A's      
Not bad for what I was supposed to be      
     
What was that again?      
     
Oh yeah    
That's right      
Just another nigga in the ghetto      
     
Which meant I didn't surf in Hawaii      
with Greg and Peter      
Me and my friends    
we surfed the tops of elevator cars      
21 glorious stories up and down      
     
Until that day Ricky slipped      
I was there but I wasn't      
     
When the cops ask    
     
You never are      
     
I try to be a kid      
Go to the corner store      
Buy a pack of Now & Laters      
and steal a Charleston Chew      
     
I'll live Now      
I supposed      
die sooner than Later I guessed    
Cause right in the mix they sell candy shaped like cigarettes      
Packaged in fake real cigarette boxes      
     
Now that's ghetto candy      
Cause I've never seen sweet Cindy sucking on that shit      
     
Blue Magic    
China White      
Caballo    
They sell that in the candy store too      
     
Funny      
     
No commercials on TV  for where to buy your dope      
or play your numbers      
but everybody knows where      
     
Is this my life God?      
to know the unknown      
And father a child before my time      
with the first girl that says      
     
Si Papi    
     
because she's too scared and stupid      
to know what she wants   
     
I watch the pigeons      
circling and hovering above Grant's Projects      
     
They have wings      
But won't fuckin' leave      
So what chance do I have?      
     
I watch the Bradys      
They're going to the Grand Canyon      
     
So I pack my bags and pretend      
     
     
Photo credit: (New York Times, June 2014) Grant's Housing Project - Harlem, NY.  The very building I grew up in.  Police raided the building to arrest and evict known gang members.    



Lsp...
YAK how I feel about  this Masterpiece!
Good Luck!

I've only got one left out of fifty odd trophies:


Space within - touhtiw emiT
(¡)

and time
ain't no Robin Hood
wouldn't give it space on my wrist
because it cares for nothing

(¡¡)  

She offered me space
and I refused
then she forced it upon me
so I filled it with anger
and drowned her


(¡¡¡)

look at it, fool
do you think ol' Mr Higgs
gives a fiddler's fuck
where the little hand points

Hepcat61 said:http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a450/geoff_collins2/HWY%205_zps1ozlowsg.png


CROSSROADS
(a broken sonnet)
group one

her face appears, in-dash telephone ring
these silly dreams I've had for days before,
I know "ain't no thing but a chicken wing"
the miles from her to me and nothing more.

"went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees..."

my "delta blues" Pandora station set
with Clapton wailing Robert Johnson's tune,
400 miles of Highway 5 regret,
of my escape and not a day too soon

"went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees..."

my car is clocking 90 miles per,
the crazy speed and road and guitar sound,
to kill my virus brain in music's blur
with all of this, I won't be "sinking down"

"asked the Lord above for mercy, save me if you please."

To L.A. Woman, Mojo Risin's charm,
I seek my way into her lovin' arms.

Very Nice Hepcat61
Good Luck!

What's On My Mind

I Have A lot That's On My Mind
A lot I Can't Explain
Like The Thoughts I Have While Trying To Sleep At Night
Or Getting This Done.
And How Will It Change

I Have So Much Going Through My Mind
Like Will I Have A good Day Or Will The Depression Will Flow Today
Will I Have Bad Thought?;

Or Will I Have Positive Ones
Will I Get Out More?;
Or Stay Inside Like A Bird in

I'm Wondering Will People Will Forgive Me On How I Made My Mistake
Or Get Moving Forward And Not Make That Mistake Again
How To Less make One Friend And Just getting out?;
And How To Be happy

Am I Good enough Or Not Good At All  
I Think In My mind,
Can people Love Me?;

Or Would they Hate Me,
Will People Keep Judging For Things I Did or Forgive And Help Me Through Whatever
I Have A lot That Goes Through My Mind
Although I Do My Best To Stay Focuses In Life Today.  


Written: By Harley

lepperochan said:I've only got one left out of fifty odd trophies:


Space within - touhtiw emiT
(¡)

and time
ain't no Robin Hood
wouldn't give it space on my wrist
because it cares for nothing

(¡¡)  

She offered me space
and I refused
then she forced it upon me
so I filled it with anger
and drowned her


(¡¡¡)

look at it, fool
do you think ol' Mr Higgs
gives a fiddler's fuck
where the little hand points



Well alright!
Nice to see you here Lepp 🙋🏻
Good Luck!

HarleyQinn_2 said:What's On My Mind

I Have A lot That's On My Mind
A lot I Can't Explain
Like The Thoughts I Have While Trying To Sleep At Night
Or Getting This Done.
And How Will It Change

I Have So Much Going Through My Mind
Like Will I Have A good Day Or Will The Depression Will Flow Today
Will I Have Bad Thought?;

Or Will I Have Positive Ones
Will I Get Out More?;
Or Stay Inside Like A Bird in

I'm Wondering Will People Will Forgive Me On How I Made My Mistake
Or Get Moving Forward And Not Make That Mistake Again
How To Less make One Friend And Just getting out?;
And How To Be happy

Am I Good enough Or Not Good At All  
I Think In My mind,
Can people Love Me?;

Or Would they Hate Me,
Will People Keep Judging For Things I Did or Forgive And Help Me Through Whatever
I Have A lot That Goes Through My Mind
Although I Do My Best To Stay Focuses In Life Today.  


Written: By Harley


Very nice Haley,
Thanks for playing 👍
Good Luck!

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"Pussy Galore"

To the throb of music, the announcer, stage right
stomps a foot to the beat, flings a hand out, pointing
indicates center stage as a spotlight suddenly burns
bright where I stand, feet apart in red stiletto heels

showing off a pair of nicely turned ankles wrapped
in fishnet stockings, held up with garters of roses.
My figure sparkles from glitter dust on my skin.

The beat courses through me, my eardrums twitter,
tick’ling the canal as I start to shake my head
with dark hair piled high from my neck to show it off,
held firmly in place with lacquer and rhinestone pins.

I lift my arms, clad in high satin evening gloves,
over my head, hands giving their signature wave
with patrons cheering appreciatively,
anticipating the act they’ve come to come by.

Now that's where you're supposed to chuckle.

Gentlemen customers move in close while others
stay in their seats with their drinks, and maybe a girl.  
Money already is scattering onto the stage.

The music shifts and my hips swivel, twisting the
g-string that slides up and clings between two beauties.
I bend and reach for my calves, and make ‘em all smile.

The men all howl like the wolves they are, or more like
coyotes, who do this every night I do my show.
I’ve got the choreography down cold.

I begin to swing round and round from a pole nearby,
and through the cheers – “Come on, baby, take it ALL off!”—
I hear a new voice call out, “Will you marry me!”

As I swing round one more time, I catch sight of him,
slow-clapping out of time with the rapid riot
of grinding and thumping that snaps and pops.

Silver disco ball overhead moves a storm of
sparkle round the walls, the stage, the floor and him.
He’s straight-faced, and I’m grinning large, showing off
my pearlies and dimples, and I’m so nervous!

I start to high-step each time he claps, heading for the
edge of the stage where small lights of red and blue shine.
His stare and mine don’t flicker off one another.

Several of the boys by the stage reach up,
take me by the waist, easing me down to the floor.
I playfully push them off, still grinning.

Taking long, slow, deliberate steps towards him,
he’s still clapping with no expression, while the
pulse of music and other men with their wolf calls
and whistles, make me want to pitch over in a swoon.

But then, everything goes low and slow,
catching my second wind – I’m about to let go.

Flexing and bending my knees, low’ring and strad’ling,
lap dancing him and I don’t even know his name!

My snatch playing his crotch covered in corduroy,
blowing him like a wooden flute, with the wood he’s
giving back to me, drowning in the hard whine of sax.

And as I’m backstage, cinching my tips pouch tight,
reaching for my coat to wrap up from the cold air
at night, the cell in my bag plays a rapper’s tune.

I whirl round in my ballet flats as I caress my ear
to my husband’s voice on the other side,
I close my eyes as I pull off the false lashes
and smile, to hear him say he’s out back in the car.

I finish my shower upstairs, the smell of coffee
from the kitchen, grateful I woke up in time
to see the kids off as their dad prepared
to take them to school, then head off for work.

Wrapped in terrycloth, I pad downstairs to serve
myself a cup o’ jo’ (milk, no sugar) and munch
an egg bagel, reading through the morning paper.



The mousework art done on MSPaint is by Jade Pandora specially for this competition.
©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.  

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My Love...


My heart has opened
as the rainforest does to greet the ocean.
 
Can you see it in this postcard?
 
Like you, Cape Tribulation
is beautiful in its wilderness,
and calming as the azure water
that laps its shores.
 
My tears have dropped like diamonds
into sparkling streams
to meander down to glistening sands,
and an ocean of tumultuous dreams.
 
The sun’s rays lit these gems
and presented me with a crown of light,
so I can make a masterpiece
to depict our life.
 
Petals float from trees above
blanketing my body as confetti does
on a day of wedded bliss.
 
Your presence I miss.
 
Let the wind carry me home
to our heaven on earth,
so I can show my love for you
is still intense and true.




©  Kate Adams May 2014

Time's Defier

Time mopes and sulks, disconsolate, in his lair -
Try as he might, things just aren’t going his way.
“It shouldn’t be like this, it isn’t fair,”
He grumbles, hour by hour, day after day.
“I run the world, I bend it to my will,
If I say ‘Fall!’ things fall, if ‘Cease!’ they cease.
I freeze the seas, I lengthen winter’s chill,
I set the lengths of wars, the dates of peace.
So why does she defy my mighty power
By staying beautiful, year after year?
Her loveliness continues yet to flower;
I chide her, but she doesn’t seem to hear.”

And who is this who makes Time so irate?
Why, who else could it be? My lovely Kate.

ANGEL

He had the face of an angel
he smiled and winked his eyes
raised his eyebrows, gave a sigh
He had the face of an angel
 
A glowing light shone round his face
no darkness near him, not a trace
He had the face of an angel
 
He had a look of wisdom behind his eyes
no need for singing lullabyes
He had the face of an angel
 
I felt his heartbeat next to mine
I felt his breath, I saw him shine
He had the face of an angel
 
I held him tight, he didn't cry
Despite I knew this was goodbye
He had the face of an angel
 
I held his head, he breathed his last
one hour of life, his life now past
He had the face of an angel
 
Lifeless he slept, as I cuddled and cried
though life had gone and breath expired
He still had the face of an angel
 
Still, he wouldn't know hate or fear or rejection
His final reincarnation on his way to perfection
He had the face of an angel
 
His eyes, his smile I'll never forget
My tears on his cheek were not ones of regret
He had the face of an angel
 
 
I'll never forget him,  I never can
my son who would never have to be a man
But he had the face of an angel
 
I then looked up and saw her pain
her face all wet from the eyes that rain
She had the face of an angel
 
She smiled, winked her eyes
she raised her eyebrows, gave a sigh
She had the face of an angel
 
I knew her loss, I knew her pain
I knew I loved her just the same
She had the face of an angel
 
We sit in peaceful quite at night
and remember his face in that glowing light
Our Son, with the face of an angel

COMPETITION WINNER
your version of the story
21st September 2014
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Mirror

mirror
mirror
crucifixed on my wall
speak to me mirror,

who is The Darkest One of them all?

is it I, mirror,
beauty unmatched, beauty darkened
beauty twinned to the angelic spirit
inhibiting the warmth of a kingdom's beloved Snow?
or is it she, mirror,
who's beauty has been forbidden
to the sole delights of your immortal enchainment,
yet worthy to the passions of men mortal
that you yourself have chosen her
to condemn to my hell as I seek the wisdoms of your clairvoyant?
Or is it you,
mirror
mirror

who is The Darkened One of them all?

for you are perfidious, vindictive,
and so consumed with unfathomable hate
for being cursed that one host to bare the eternal of reflections
sheltered within an impenetrable barrier
between flawless [ness] and unperfection
that when I gaze upon you ~ and you upon I
everything I see is an image of your lies.
Why should I trust
the incapability's of your touch
when you cannot savor
the deviations of my lust?

Perhaps it is you,
who is greed in your mirror,
perhaps it is you,
who should bite
the poisonous heart
of this one delicious apple;

a Reflection for a Reflection to shatter it all

TEMPTRESS
She seduces my mind with her verse
she caresses my soul when she speaks
I long to feel her damp soft purse
she mesmerizes me, pert rounded cheeks

She is aware of her power
she works her magick like a charm
Commanding attention  with natural beauty
She is a temptress, her bewitching allure

She enthralls me twirling her dark hair
she undresses me with her enchanting stare
captivating me with large hypnotizing eyes
she invites me slightly parting her thighs
Written by TinaLouise

Dismal

I have slipped into a dark place
I struggle
Webs of history
in the shadows

I try to illuminate
but feel like their is
a blanket of darkness over me
My mind says familiar

My heart says
undesirable
I am as low as dirt
Is this what it feels like to be invisible
Even smells are dank

Simple things are so difficult
it makes minutes feel longer
Voices now faint
A chill all around


I then spring forth like
a jack in the box
I do not like working
under the house
next time I call a plumber

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THE COMING GALE
(an erotic pantoum)

I see your eyes betray the coming gale
I sense the risen tide, the rain swept sea
Your loving harbor I so deeply sail
Those saddled spurs that sure encircle me

I sense the risen tide, the rain swept sea,
It keeps their rocking long into the night
Those saddled spurs that sure encircle me
Yet keep your labors hidden from my sight

It keeps their rocking long into the night
With shudders sent from waterline to mast
Yet keeps your labors hidden from my sight
From sacred coves your silken spells are cast

With shudders sent from waterline to mast
In final crashing waves capsizing all
From sacred coves your silken spells are cast
That come like hurricanes, squall after squall

In final crashing waves capsizing all,
Your loving harbor I so deeply sail
That come like hurricanes, squall after squall
I see your eyes betray the coming gale.