Calling All Trophy Winners!

thandi - isigubhu


caressing skin
soaked
into
the pours
of your love

drip majestic
beats
of melodies
made in heavenly
tunes
and harpsichords

soft angelic
lips
wrap
full
wordless
love
in their embrace

magnificent
taste
felt
in the depth
of
no-where-land

for a
mindless
moment
the truth
is felt
not heard

your
soft voice
confirms
sentiments
wisely
with just one word


Loved


-x-

Ahhh, Zazzles, I have but one first place trophy and, alas, tis for the longest poem I've written. Tis so long, in fact, it will not fit here. I can, however, provide the trophy and the link to it if that's acceptable, luv.

Poem link:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/204941-overture-believe-concerto-vulnerable/

Competition link:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/8173/

COMPETITION WINNER
The Longest Poem
24th May 2015

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Everything i drop should get a trophy lol damn let me think ....... Well if it's night time where you are read this as a lullaby ........................


Mommy will draw ... them


ohhh

hush

lil baby
don't you cry
mommas gonna sell you
again tonight

and if that
pretty dress
don't fit

mommy will draw them
a landing strip

a place in space
your mind will go
so

the tears can
dig them a comfort zone

and when your cries
fall on deaf ears
3b will see you
in a few years

medication
amphetamine floats
turning demons
into ghosts

but when that high
starts to fade
the men who raped you
reveal their face

stained glass cleansing
dope hope toast

too mommy who taught me
yes means no
so

hush

lil baby
don't you cry


just buy another sack
so you can get high.

Savaja said:Ahhh, Zazzles, I have but one first place trophy and, alas, tis for the longest poem I've written. Tis so long, in fact, it will not fit here. I can, however, provide the trophy and the link to it if that's acceptable, luv.

Poem link:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/204941-overture-believe-concerto-vulnerable/

Competition link:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/8173/

COMPETITION WINNER
The Longest Poem
24th May 2015

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Absolutely fine Malady!
Thanks for entering i shall read this tonight")

To everyone who entered that I have personally mentioned WELL DONE!!!
WOW there are so many GREAT poems here!!!
This is a challenge in itself! I love all of you to my core!
I will be reading and rereading all of em tonight...
((((((((((((((((((((((((Dupians)))))))))))))))))))))))))))

I hope I'm not late. Here's my only gold-bringer.

California

Love never plagued him;  
he called himself free:  
he called himself so  
until he heard her speak.  
Really, love was a monster  
with hands in her hair;  
it had claws in her scalp  
that injected greed there.  
She said "California"  
in syllable-sand;  
had him over her shoulder,  
her next fourth-floor man.  
 
His home, had it been one,  
he left all alone;  
he farewelled the shambles  
and memory-stones  
with hands holding nothing  
but dreams, knuckles stricken,  
a lighter, a smoke,  
and a lottery ticket.  
 
His train left the station  
at ten twenty-nine;  
"Meet me in the city,"  
her lovely lips pined;  
her words filled the terrible  
space in his mind,  
so the demons hid well  
or the poor man was blind.  
 
The night came and went,  
all she said it would be:  
here, our friend dozes warm  
while the wild woman sings -  
little tones that could give  
Phobetor pleasant dreams;  
so he sank into sleep  
by the hotel TV.  
 
A few wicked numbers  
flashed into her eyes  
from the screen made a herald;  
she shed her disguise.  
Her hand killed the volume  
and silently snatched  
up the numbers he held  
with a sleep-lazy grasp.  
 
Not even a shiver;  
not even a gasp  
touched the breast of the girl;  
just a soft, wicked laugh  
broke the sheet of the night  
and the silence therein  
that, his eyes to the morning,  
now blanketed him.  
 
The bed by him empty,  
his fortune miles gone;  
the man found the silence  
so numbing and wrong,  
 
but the void by the balcony  
sang a sweet song,  
and he heard: California  
kills even the strong.

COMPETITION WINNER
I Like Big Books!
2nd May 2016

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As We Are Now
 
Existing as we do
separately together
travelling on planes
sometimes intangible
fanciful flights
where we touch
down deep
find links that connect
one to another
across boundaries
borders and oceans
where miles don't matter
there's no such place as far away


As We Are Now: A Novel, May Sarton
There's No Such Place as Far Away, by Richard Bach, H. Lee Shapiro

COMPETITION WINNER
Observation
9th May 2015
trophy
Poetry competition CLOSED 7th May 2015 10:11pm
WINNER
Fetchitnow
trophy
RUNNERS-UP: Kara Lucielle Pythiana (Kou_Indigo) and kriticool


I AM OK.

Was Jesus an impersonator or the original son of the creator
Did he steal ones name then get all the credit and fame
Lying about, Hanging about, Wandering about
The stuff he was saying, no wonder we still have heaps of doubt
Maybe he could tell a sensational bedtime story
If so, did he copyright it all and will he sue for defamation
Or was he just like the rest and after all the worlds glory
Inside hiding the real source of all his information
All things come and go, like World Leaders, Empires, Big Bang Theories & Co
He went on trial, then got lucky, then had groupies following him along the Nile
Do you think he will bother to give us a call
Before he comes backdown to judge us all
Gee time flies when you believe in yourself
Hope I'm still here if he returns, to at least defend myself
Jesus Christ, Oh my God, God just spoke to me. Looks like I'm the chosen one
He said get ready and wait for his text, for I'm up next
For has anyone bothered to do a family tree search
If you did, you'd know dad had more than just one son
We have the same DNA as mum but dad emptied his spirit in not just one bowl
So next time you hear the almighty word from ones mouth
Listen carefully from deep inside ones own memory soul
Remember your parents advice when you were a young youth
Because all creatures born on earth
Should instantly know, what their meaning of life entails
So don't ever think you are the chosen black sheep in your family's fairytales
Live your life, Fly like a bird, Just be Happy and Free and be ONE with your creator.

Congrats! russiamagda on your work in this best of challenge.

Many thanks Zazzles for not only hosting this, but more importantly for being the turnkey in writing my entry not so long ago.  I recently submitted the piece for inclusion in a poets' showcase and got word a few nights ago I was selected (with 7 others) to present to an audience of about 200 in a few months.  I'm psyched!

So thanks again! bc I wouldn't have written MARSHA MARSHA MARSHA without you!

thank you beautiful Jackie for a great comp    :)

congratulations Russiamagda   :)

LobodeSanPedro said:Congrats! russiamagda on your work in this best of challenge.

Many thanks Zazzles for not only hosting this, but more importantly for being the turnkey in writing my entry not so long ago.  I recently submitted the piece for inclusion in a poets' showcase and got word a few nights ago I was selected (with 7 others) to present to an audience of about 200 in a few months.  I'm psyched!

So thanks again! bc I wouldn't have written MARSHA MARSHA MARSHA without you!

Wow! How cool is that!!!
Well you certainly deserve it!
Enjoy I'm glad I could inspire you!!!
Jackie⭐️

Thank you, outrageously wonderful Jackie, our 🎉ZAZZLES💥, host with the most!  Excellent comp, woman!

And my congratulations to russiamagda:  
it only takes one
to show how it's done

💌

All these works are worthy of an anthology.  Thanks for posting the comp, Zazzles.