Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd February 2014 6:15am
WINNER
pseudonymous
pseudonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
JohnFeddeler
and LobodeSanPedro
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Anonymous
No to worry, I am so thrilled you entered the comp, thanks!
Should be fun
Anonymous
I am anticipating your wonderful submission, thank you :)
Anonymous
Any more takers? I might have to extent the comp another week...
(Drugs & Spiritual)
Dried Fruit
perpetual crucification hangs like ripened fruit
whose billowing rogations mask the stench of stained skin
the gurgling river entombed below thy rind
is syphoned with spigots injected with Marx's opiate
pockmarked and tattooed are thy wrists and forearms
trace the forty year exodus to the very crevices between thy toes
every vessel for release is flooded with smoke laced incantations
press thy forehead upon the wall, for balance is needed to relieve thyself
thump
thump
thump
it's encrusted in the membrane of thy aril
God will forgive all thy sins
but who forgives his
Dried Fruit
perpetual crucification hangs like ripened fruit
whose billowing rogations mask the stench of stained skin
the gurgling river entombed below thy rind
is syphoned with spigots injected with Marx's opiate
pockmarked and tattooed are thy wrists and forearms
trace the forty year exodus to the very crevices between thy toes
every vessel for release is flooded with smoke laced incantations
press thy forehead upon the wall, for balance is needed to relieve thyself
thump
thump
thump
it's encrusted in the membrane of thy aril
God will forgive all thy sins
but who forgives his
Anonymous
Thank you!
Rancor of Love
Warts and roses beneath the solemn streak
Of temperance and beauty and beauty’s wreak
I find below
Where sovereign does blow
A hideous rancor of a lovelorn leak
Down gunhoe,
Horned Satan does grow
Into my skin like thorns in grown,
To the Hell God, I don’t believe
A hideous rancor of a lovelorn leak
Watch your foes
And listen so close
A fear does not learn to breath
It rots a streak,
Inside it does reek
A hideous rancor of a lovelorn leak
Looks do glow
Like demons on show,
And savages lurk inside me
I breathe not much
I die too much
In the hideous rancor
Of my Lovelorn Leak
"Self and Song (4)"- 103 days
Warts and roses beneath the solemn streak
Of temperance and beauty and beauty’s wreak
I find below
Where sovereign does blow
A hideous rancor of a lovelorn leak
Down gunhoe,
Horned Satan does grow
Into my skin like thorns in grown,
To the Hell God, I don’t believe
A hideous rancor of a lovelorn leak
Watch your foes
And listen so close
A fear does not learn to breath
It rots a streak,
Inside it does reek
A hideous rancor of a lovelorn leak
Looks do glow
Like demons on show,
And savages lurk inside me
I breathe not much
I die too much
In the hideous rancor
Of my Lovelorn Leak
"Self and Song (4)"- 103 days
Anonymous
Thank you for your submission :)
Just to Play
Wind breezes by my face
a moment before your hands crosses
fall to the floor, anger in your eyes
I’ve done it again, pissed you off
and so the fight begins again tonight
Back up and stand my ground
look you dead in the eye
before I lay my hand upon your cheek
and feel your thumb and finger around my neck
pushing me up against the wall
Choking breaths….can’t even get a gasp
I kick you instead; you push me down
You could hurt me then of course
kick me while I’m down
But that wouldn’t do would it?
I push you back but find myself,
back up against the wall
an arm broken through
and your lips on my neck
just the spot to weaken my knees
make me fall at your feet
not this time though, I’m still pissed at you
and you’re still pissed at me
so I push you away not wanting to
but I hope you call my bluff
and drag me off to bed
Tie me up in knots
a professional knot-maker
knotted around my wrists
tied to the bed
my reprimand for creating your anger
Sliced across the skin
ripples of leather where it recognizes its place
familiar feeling; this leather and I know each other well
time together, each time I’m made to pay
but little do you know
the pleasure I get from the pain
No means yes for you
but I don’t mind this game we play
I didn’t do the dishes or wash the clothes
just so I’d have the chance to pay
Wind breezes by my face
a moment before your hands crosses
fall to the floor, anger in your eyes
I’ve done it again, pissed you off
and so the fight begins again tonight
Back up and stand my ground
look you dead in the eye
before I lay my hand upon your cheek
and feel your thumb and finger around my neck
pushing me up against the wall
Choking breaths….can’t even get a gasp
I kick you instead; you push me down
You could hurt me then of course
kick me while I’m down
But that wouldn’t do would it?
I push you back but find myself,
back up against the wall
an arm broken through
and your lips on my neck
just the spot to weaken my knees
make me fall at your feet
not this time though, I’m still pissed at you
and you’re still pissed at me
so I push you away not wanting to
but I hope you call my bluff
and drag me off to bed
Tie me up in knots
a professional knot-maker
knotted around my wrists
tied to the bed
my reprimand for creating your anger
Sliced across the skin
ripples of leather where it recognizes its place
familiar feeling; this leather and I know each other well
time together, each time I’m made to pay
but little do you know
the pleasure I get from the pain
No means yes for you
but I don’t mind this game we play
I didn’t do the dishes or wash the clothes
just so I’d have the chance to pay
Anonymous
Thank you Bloodytears!
