Poetry competition CLOSED 5th June 2016 4:56pm
WINNER
dejure (vick)
dejure (vick)
RUNNER-UP:
Kou_Indigo
MÅNE, LA LUNA, THE MOON
Anonymous
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The angel of the midnight moon.
The angel of the midnight moon,
Casts tranquail spells,
On the silent stillness of the streets.
As I wander down lonely lanes,
My spirit fills with joyful flames.
No prison cell nor rented shack nor a house upon hill,
All I have is song for midnight moon.
And pavement beneath my feet,
I sing of squandered love and drunken nights
And words I failed to write,
I know she listens for she's my friend
That angel of the midnight moon.
The angel of the midnight moon,
Casts tranquail spells,
On the silent stillness of the streets.
As I wander down lonely lanes,
My spirit fills with joyful flames.
No prison cell nor rented shack nor a house upon hill,
All I have is song for midnight moon.
And pavement beneath my feet,
I sing of squandered love and drunken nights
And words I failed to write,
I know she listens for she's my friend
That angel of the midnight moon.
Anonymous
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- Dark Remembrance -
In the shadows of the midnight moon, harvest full,
I came to the terrible grove that all others, shun…
To dance before the oaks, as mighty powers pull:
At my soul, when the working of my art is begun.
My mind has fathomed ancient mysteries so dark,
That a lesser will would be driven nigh to insanity!
And so I come to the grove, and there I do hark,
Whilst the silver of the moon shines so brilliantly…
Yet pale as a corpse, as I do waltz with the dead.
The sky is filled with billions of stars, all sparkling,
Yet in the terrible grove, mortals embrace dread!
Though I find peace there, when I am embarking,
Upon the journey the dance takes me swift upon.
I am swept away by unseen hands, so passionate,
For spirits that have not in eons glimpsed the sun!
A goddess awaits me, with a gaze dearly intimate.
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
Diana descending, in her craft of moonlike light…
“Beloved” she calls me, for she remembers much.
She saw me dancing, so wildly in the velvet night!
And the goddess extends her arm to thus touch…
My face, which appears pale in the evening glow,
As pale as the dead, and yet in my way I do live.
I come to her; no spirits need the way to show…
For I walked it before and have so much to give!
I dance before her, and I feel her hand upon me,
Caressing my face, as a smile crosses her own…
She: can be most cruel; yet, she can set one free.
And so I knelt as a penitent with naught to atone,
Even so, she took from my heart, its’ confession.
“Remember”, she tells me, but I do fear to look!
She says to fear not, lest fear’s cruel impression,
Lead me to recall more than what fate once took.
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
And my eyes opened wide, seeing back in time…
Weeping at horrors, laughing at the joys of living!
Countless lives, countless ages, and all are mine…
Or were, before I met my end, death unforgiving.
Oh Diana, is this why in another era you did cry?
For, you knew all of this was to be me one day…
And I was blind, not foreseeing: my fate to deny.
But my eyes are opened wide, the price to pay…
For too much knowledge, and none of it sought!
Yet, did I not seek it, when I came to the grove?
My heart was willing; Diana knew of its’ thought.
I feared not the spirits and so I carelessly strove,
To seek illumination beyond that which I knew…
And for long after Diana returned unto the stars:
I would struggle, with what was revealed as true.
There is no turning back, from my ancient scars!
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
In the shadows of the midnight moon, harvest full,
I came to the terrible grove that all others, shun…
To dance before the oaks, as mighty powers pull:
At my soul, when the working of my art is begun.
My mind has fathomed ancient mysteries so dark,
That a lesser will would be driven nigh to insanity!
And so I come to the grove, and there I do hark,
Whilst the silver of the moon shines so brilliantly…
Yet pale as a corpse, as I do waltz with the dead.
The sky is filled with billions of stars, all sparkling,
Yet in the terrible grove, mortals embrace dread!
Though I find peace there, when I am embarking,
Upon the journey the dance takes me swift upon.
I am swept away by unseen hands, so passionate,
For spirits that have not in eons glimpsed the sun!
A goddess awaits me, with a gaze dearly intimate.
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
Diana descending, in her craft of moonlike light…
“Beloved” she calls me, for she remembers much.
She saw me dancing, so wildly in the velvet night!
And the goddess extends her arm to thus touch…
My face, which appears pale in the evening glow,
As pale as the dead, and yet in my way I do live.
I come to her; no spirits need the way to show…
For I walked it before and have so much to give!
I dance before her, and I feel her hand upon me,
Caressing my face, as a smile crosses her own…
She: can be most cruel; yet, she can set one free.
And so I knelt as a penitent with naught to atone,
Even so, she took from my heart, its’ confession.
“Remember”, she tells me, but I do fear to look!
She says to fear not, lest fear’s cruel impression,
Lead me to recall more than what fate once took.
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
And my eyes opened wide, seeing back in time…
Weeping at horrors, laughing at the joys of living!
Countless lives, countless ages, and all are mine…
Or were, before I met my end, death unforgiving.
Oh Diana, is this why in another era you did cry?
For, you knew all of this was to be me one day…
And I was blind, not foreseeing: my fate to deny.
But my eyes are opened wide, the price to pay…
For too much knowledge, and none of it sought!
Yet, did I not seek it, when I came to the grove?
My heart was willing; Diana knew of its’ thought.
I feared not the spirits and so I carelessly strove,
To seek illumination beyond that which I knew…
And for long after Diana returned unto the stars:
I would struggle, with what was revealed as true.
There is no turning back, from my ancient scars!
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
As Above So Below
She's always departed with a promise to return
never broken it so far
though at times the fog plays on my mind
like the mists of Avalon won't part
as the lady drowns in her little boat
the pineal thirst for her sacred melatonin
help me turn lead to gold
cristo, sacred oil
my sun-filled chakras radiate in hertz
and nothing is still
between two eyes the frequencies harmonize
as her magnetic light reflects
I shower in her beams
in communion with five dimensions
a thousand lifetimes and still
my atoms spinning as miniature replicas
of this multiverse
pine cone eye awakens and knows
no fear
here in this holograph
I am me. that's enough.
She's always departed with a promise to return
never broken it so far
though at times the fog plays on my mind
like the mists of Avalon won't part
as the lady drowns in her little boat
the pineal thirst for her sacred melatonin
help me turn lead to gold
cristo, sacred oil
my sun-filled chakras radiate in hertz
and nothing is still
between two eyes the frequencies harmonize
as her magnetic light reflects
I shower in her beams
in communion with five dimensions
a thousand lifetimes and still
my atoms spinning as miniature replicas
of this multiverse
pine cone eye awakens and knows
no fear
here in this holograph
I am me. that's enough.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
graveyard ghost-dance
There's a headless guitarist that can't find his head
a robotic drummer made out of lead
skeleton on the organ taps at the keys
vampire banshees harmonize us to our knees
ghosts in the brass
werewolves howl as the moon goes past
its a graveyard ghost-dance
coming alive
There's a headless guitarist that can't find his head
a robotic drummer made out of lead
skeleton on the organ taps at the keys
vampire banshees harmonize us to our knees
ghosts in the brass
werewolves howl as the moon goes past
its a graveyard ghost-dance
coming alive
Anonymous
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Moons Ballroom
how beautiful is the moon tonight
soft purple glow under our feet
moon dust forming a heart shaped cloud
souls.....hearts.....spirits synchronized as one
slowly our bodies sway to their tune
while lips embrace a truly heavenly kiss
look upon stars sparkling so bright
reflecting off your glistening crystal eyes
outlining that sexy smile I so luv
hold me my sweet luv tightly within your hug
sharing beautiful spiritual intimate moments
passionate kisses we so tenderly embrace
distant laughter coming our way
smiling faces and luving hearts draw near
we join hands happily swaying to heart beats
while we dance on the moons cratered ballroom
how beautiful is the moon tonight
soft purple glow under our feet
moon dust forming a heart shaped cloud
souls.....hearts.....spirits synchronized as one
slowly our bodies sway to their tune
while lips embrace a truly heavenly kiss
look upon stars sparkling so bright
reflecting off your glistening crystal eyes
outlining that sexy smile I so luv
hold me my sweet luv tightly within your hug
sharing beautiful spiritual intimate moments
passionate kisses we so tenderly embrace
distant laughter coming our way
smiling faces and luving hearts draw near
we join hands happily swaying to heart beats
while we dance on the moons cratered ballroom
Invite the moon
Sigh.......
I have smoked a million cigarettes
waiting for you moon.
Do please cum make them forget.
Hide me deep within your dark .....
My wanting is rank with regret.
you cannot cum too soon!
To sleep perchance to dream?
I do.
But apologies Sir William,
Aye choose a different rub and it soothe me some with my responding scream.
But then arise the proverbial sun
I wither in its shining effects.
There is no defect that can be unseen,
No misdeeds that in it can be undone.
Oh moon why can't you just stay?
Under shade with lover play and play.
Under lover bend shake me and sway.
The moon she hides i am this way.
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Sigh.......
I have smoked a million cigarettes
waiting for you moon.
Do please cum make them forget.
Hide me deep within your dark .....
My wanting is rank with regret.
you cannot cum too soon!
To sleep perchance to dream?
I do.
But apologies Sir William,
Aye choose a different rub and it soothe me some with my responding scream.
But then arise the proverbial sun
I wither in its shining effects.
There is no defect that can be unseen,
No misdeeds that in it can be undone.
Oh moon why can't you just stay?
Under shade with lover play and play.
Under lover bend shake me and sway.
The moon she hides i am this way.
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Gathered
Misfit perfect unison sound
in groups of 72'z
from centuries further back
Before beyond aboriginal faces claiming first
Ancelestial
Sperm fertilizer of eggs from Mother Moon and her pure of womb
her daughter's !!
taken here
we
contaminated then unforgiven even by mercy of Angels
by
Man 2 away from ape
by rape and raped of
tender bond of the perfect couple helix
It's delicate in parallel twirl dance
it had once asked the other so sweetly....
"Darling may I?"
"I"d be charmed."
Now merely grunts to grown
us seperated by so far so very away
Not by space but light years
of mind
SCREAM beauty SCREAM
in your tattered mourning gown...
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Misfit perfect unison sound
in groups of 72'z
from centuries further back
Before beyond aboriginal faces claiming first
Ancelestial
Sperm fertilizer of eggs from Mother Moon and her pure of womb
her daughter's !!
taken here
we
contaminated then unforgiven even by mercy of Angels
by
Man 2 away from ape
by rape and raped of
tender bond of the perfect couple helix
It's delicate in parallel twirl dance
it had once asked the other so sweetly....
"Darling may I?"
"I"d be charmed."
Now merely grunts to grown
us seperated by so far so very away
Not by space but light years
of mind
SCREAM beauty SCREAM
in your tattered mourning gown...
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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