Poetry competition CLOSED 6th May 2016 2:57am
WINNER
Artemios
Artemios
DUP's NaPoWriMo 2016
Jade-Pandora said:
Hi there MadamLavender, and I certainly appreciate the dynamics in your life, and how you're impacted. That's partly why I've worked out the entry schedule like I have, to give people something to go on, and it's a good way to keep track of one's progress. However, if you can't submit your 5-poem entries every five days, it's not a problem as long as you don't leave it till the last minute, then it'll be crunch time, and that's when the exercise of the WriMo turns into a lode stone. Do go at the pace you can manage, as long as you get your six entries in by May 5th. There's a satisfaction in making the effort, like attempting a 26k run through L.A., or N.Y.C., and crossing the finish line after all the crowds have gone. The thing is, you did it!
And btw, did you read where I'm going to need some crackerjack judges to assist when it's time? Maybe if the load of writing proves too much? So you do what you need to do, but it'll be sweet if I see you come by with that first entry, when you can, okay? And thank you, ma'am!
--Jade
I think I'll opt for helping to judge, instead of writing--I'm going day to day right now in life, and now I have my daughter's cat staying with me for a few weeks until the semester is over--no cats on campus. LOL--she just adopted her yesterday, and kitty is special needs/blind, so it's a bit of work adjusting her to temporary surroundings while keeping my own cats from getting too curious. Yeah, so I'll be a judge.
Hi there MadamLavender, and I certainly appreciate the dynamics in your life, and how you're impacted. That's partly why I've worked out the entry schedule like I have, to give people something to go on, and it's a good way to keep track of one's progress. However, if you can't submit your 5-poem entries every five days, it's not a problem as long as you don't leave it till the last minute, then it'll be crunch time, and that's when the exercise of the WriMo turns into a lode stone. Do go at the pace you can manage, as long as you get your six entries in by May 5th. There's a satisfaction in making the effort, like attempting a 26k run through L.A., or N.Y.C., and crossing the finish line after all the crowds have gone. The thing is, you did it!
And btw, did you read where I'm going to need some crackerjack judges to assist when it's time? Maybe if the load of writing proves too much? So you do what you need to do, but it'll be sweet if I see you come by with that first entry, when you can, okay? And thank you, ma'am!
--Jade
I think I'll opt for helping to judge, instead of writing--I'm going day to day right now in life, and now I have my daughter's cat staying with me for a few weeks until the semester is over--no cats on campus. LOL--she just adopted her yesterday, and kitty is special needs/blind, so it's a bit of work adjusting her to temporary surroundings while keeping my own cats from getting too curious. Yeah, so I'll be a judge.
Scars
April 6, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Thy wound has healed
Bleeding no longer
Unfeeling is thy victim
Touched unless it was
Eyes are sore for it's sight
Ugly is the host that carry
Either honor or shame
Evidence of thy past
Oh! Remind thee not.
Forget nay, regret none.
The Actor
April 7, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Bright lights so blinding
On top of the stage
Where everyday life's crowding
Where you stand with a smile
That weight tons in thousands
Fanfare muffing the cries
Of those few who's genuinely touched
By the plot you followed
Hearing nothing but incoherent shouts
Adorning your ears with pseudo admiration
When the curtain falls
And the show has ended
The dressing room awaits
To strip you off your pretense
Wearing nothing but clothes
Crumpled and smoke flavoured
Your feet in shoes that seen better soles
You walk out and joined the elated crowd outside
Talking about you and how well you do
It's funny, no one recognized you in front of you.
Your smile, laced in sadness
Your heart worn and in pain
You slept, unshed tears dried in your cheeks
In your dreams it's all just the same
Nothing changed from your realities
Oh, yes! Only the stage is your friend
Only the character you played has luck on its pocket
Come tomorrow when you wake up
It's not the sun rays that you crave
But the bright lights of the stage that you would soon grace.
Versus
April 8, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
lunatic alone,
Bragging wealth.
Owning Universe,
Happily content.
Silver spoon,
Affluent person.
Snake skinned,
Greedy hands.
Who's deranged?
Who's exalted?
The lunatic,
Born foolish?
The affluent,
Amply gifted?
Tell who...
Say which!
Market Price
April 9, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Merely fifty bucks a piece
Bargain life for sale
Bidding time, come raise the bar!
Elephants
April 10, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Late nights?
Its just overtime
For the family
For pocket money
Phone locked with passwords,
It's just that the children might...
Accidentally delete some,
Important features.
Weekends away from home,
He's a good man...
Favoured by the boss,
What a proud thing to occur!
A subordinate generous with her touch..
Even more so with tokens for the kids.
What a kind lady, and was she ever so pretty?
Don't mind her taking my family for shopping.
Intimacy, long forgotten now;
No sex, not even a kiss or a hug.
Acceptable, we are of age anyhow,
Priorities lies elsewhere as it must.
He forgot my birthday...
He forgot our anniversary...
He forgot a lot of things lately...
Even the salary, he forgot to hand in to me.
I wonder....
April 6, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Thy wound has healed
Bleeding no longer
Unfeeling is thy victim
Touched unless it was
Eyes are sore for it's sight
Ugly is the host that carry
Either honor or shame
Evidence of thy past
Oh! Remind thee not.
Forget nay, regret none.
The Actor
April 7, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Bright lights so blinding
On top of the stage
Where everyday life's crowding
Where you stand with a smile
That weight tons in thousands
Fanfare muffing the cries
Of those few who's genuinely touched
By the plot you followed
Hearing nothing but incoherent shouts
Adorning your ears with pseudo admiration
When the curtain falls
And the show has ended
The dressing room awaits
To strip you off your pretense
Wearing nothing but clothes
Crumpled and smoke flavoured
Your feet in shoes that seen better soles
You walk out and joined the elated crowd outside
Talking about you and how well you do
It's funny, no one recognized you in front of you.
Your smile, laced in sadness
Your heart worn and in pain
You slept, unshed tears dried in your cheeks
In your dreams it's all just the same
Nothing changed from your realities
Oh, yes! Only the stage is your friend
Only the character you played has luck on its pocket
Come tomorrow when you wake up
It's not the sun rays that you crave
But the bright lights of the stage that you would soon grace.
Versus
April 8, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
lunatic alone,
Bragging wealth.
Owning Universe,
Happily content.
Silver spoon,
Affluent person.
Snake skinned,
Greedy hands.
Who's deranged?
Who's exalted?
The lunatic,
Born foolish?
The affluent,
Amply gifted?
Tell who...
Say which!
Market Price
April 9, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Merely fifty bucks a piece
Bargain life for sale
Bidding time, come raise the bar!
Elephants
April 10, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Late nights?
Its just overtime
For the family
For pocket money
Phone locked with passwords,
It's just that the children might...
Accidentally delete some,
Important features.
Weekends away from home,
He's a good man...
Favoured by the boss,
What a proud thing to occur!
A subordinate generous with her touch..
Even more so with tokens for the kids.
What a kind lady, and was she ever so pretty?
Don't mind her taking my family for shopping.
Intimacy, long forgotten now;
No sex, not even a kiss or a hug.
Acceptable, we are of age anyhow,
Priorities lies elsewhere as it must.
He forgot my birthday...
He forgot our anniversary...
He forgot a lot of things lately...
Even the salary, he forgot to hand in to me.
I wonder....
NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10)
April 6th
Paradise
An angel said that paradise does not exist,
so, stop watering the garden.
The flowers are now withered;
the trees stopped having fruits
and all the snails died.
Now you stand by the window
you look at the dry brown
you hear a voice saying
“the silence is never fake”
and you wish that paradise existed.
April 7th
Safety
Paralyzed moments
sleeping in a warm hour
cannot feel the present
but they’re safe in time.
Beautiful sounds
coming out from two broken lips
cannot feel the pain
but they’re safe in melody.
Undelivered thoughts
remaining in your mind
cannot escape from the mentality
but they’re safe in memory.
April 8th
No next
Me in the waiting room,
the doctor never called my name,
I had never thought of that case.
Name changed.
April 9th
Our guardian angel
And now it’s too late
I feel
I wasn’t feeling for a long time
only coldness
and now I feel
something
a nostalgia
a flow
I feel the thought
how strange
maybe I was upset
he entered into my eyes
not him but all of him
two rounds of the head
illegal both of them
emotions without translation
without titles and without subtitles
only desires were giving the strength to the look
to connect ourselves inside this smoke
that was coming through our guardian angel
the one who was protecting us
so badly and unsuccessfully.
April 10th
Renewable youth
I have cut the sick leaves off from my flowerpot
and all of a sudden, the green reached the ceiling.
So dead I was assuming the nature within my house
that I couldn’t get that its roots were watering me
secretly, each time I was cutting a sick leaf.
I cut with the horizon the leaves in the middle,
I wanted to convert the breathe in art
but the leaves grew up a nose again
–this time bigger and sharper–
and they punctured me. As they say, youth can reborn
if you take care of her. Who is going to believe me
if I say that youth is renewable
and that the old age consists of all the morning alarms
that we never throw upon the luck to smash them?
My flowerpot is beautiful again, time has passed
the green passed to light green or to something dark
-they paint or call it in other names-
and I like it that it remains the same,
I like these shades of it, they irritate my head
and I stare at the thick frame on the wall a phrase
like a belly hanging to remind me the time:
“The unbody will form a body sooner or later”.
I take it down and pour it into an empty bottle,
once again I’ll drink a head of Lernaean Hydra.
Copyright ©2016 Artemios Moulos. All Rights Reserved.
(April 6-10)
April 6th
Paradise
An angel said that paradise does not exist,
so, stop watering the garden.
The flowers are now withered;
the trees stopped having fruits
and all the snails died.
Now you stand by the window
you look at the dry brown
you hear a voice saying
“the silence is never fake”
and you wish that paradise existed.
April 7th
Safety
Paralyzed moments
sleeping in a warm hour
cannot feel the present
but they’re safe in time.
Beautiful sounds
coming out from two broken lips
cannot feel the pain
but they’re safe in melody.
Undelivered thoughts
remaining in your mind
cannot escape from the mentality
but they’re safe in memory.
April 8th
No next
Me in the waiting room,
the doctor never called my name,
I had never thought of that case.
Name changed.
April 9th
Our guardian angel
And now it’s too late
I feel
I wasn’t feeling for a long time
only coldness
and now I feel
something
a nostalgia
a flow
I feel the thought
how strange
maybe I was upset
he entered into my eyes
not him but all of him
two rounds of the head
illegal both of them
emotions without translation
without titles and without subtitles
only desires were giving the strength to the look
to connect ourselves inside this smoke
that was coming through our guardian angel
the one who was protecting us
so badly and unsuccessfully.
April 10th
Renewable youth
I have cut the sick leaves off from my flowerpot
and all of a sudden, the green reached the ceiling.
So dead I was assuming the nature within my house
that I couldn’t get that its roots were watering me
secretly, each time I was cutting a sick leaf.
I cut with the horizon the leaves in the middle,
I wanted to convert the breathe in art
but the leaves grew up a nose again
–this time bigger and sharper–
and they punctured me. As they say, youth can reborn
if you take care of her. Who is going to believe me
if I say that youth is renewable
and that the old age consists of all the morning alarms
that we never throw upon the luck to smash them?
My flowerpot is beautiful again, time has passed
the green passed to light green or to something dark
-they paint or call it in other names-
and I like it that it remains the same,
I like these shades of it, they irritate my head
and I stare at the thick frame on the wall a phrase
like a belly hanging to remind me the time:
“The unbody will form a body sooner or later”.
I take it down and pour it into an empty bottle,
once again I’ll drink a head of Lernaean Hydra.
Copyright ©2016 Artemios Moulos. All Rights Reserved.
Chiyo said:I'm a hard working woman - but perhaps - like MLavender already said- a haiku a day ...? Interesting competition, Jade.
Miss Chi! I understand about how hectic your life is, so that's why I'm thrilled that you are considering being in the WriMo all the same. So yes, if you're doing eastern short form through the month's duration of the competition, I welcome this by all means. And, as I've since said to our MadamL, the schedule posted in my introduction is to help, and if an entry is submitted a little later, just be sure that all six entries are in by May 5th.
Thank you, dear, and I look forward to your first 5-poem entry.
--Jade
Miss Chi! I understand about how hectic your life is, so that's why I'm thrilled that you are considering being in the WriMo all the same. So yes, if you're doing eastern short form through the month's duration of the competition, I welcome this by all means. And, as I've since said to our MadamL, the schedule posted in my introduction is to help, and if an entry is submitted a little later, just be sure that all six entries are in by May 5th.
Thank you, dear, and I look forward to your first 5-poem entry.
--Jade
My first entry set - 3 sonnets, a sestina, and a villanelle...
My hope is to repeat this grouping for each subsequent entry set... for your consideration, my honored judges...
Apple Blossom - April 6, 2016
(a sonnet)
When on my evening walk I slow embark
To seek some peace from out my worried day.
In seeing you my hungry heart would mark
Your perfect and unmodest form display.
So silken white that flush to blushing pink,
You open wide and warm in downing sun.
Your sweetest scents and saps beckon to sink
Within your deep to end what blush begun.
I know that soon you’ll run with juice again,
Your blush to deepest red both ripe and sleek.
To end my thirst from flesh whose spills I drain
When mouth is pressed to that smooth skin I seek.
For now, I stand in lust as ending light
Your spreading petals flame with pure delight.
Double Delight – April 7, 2016
(a sestina)
Within your blush pink folds I find delight.
Warm candy scented air ignites my flame.
Your standing naked, lone in sunset glow,
Reminds my wounded heart it can still love.
With softest fingers touching your silk skin,
I know my way will find a home with you.
For in this light, in finding only you,
My soul would dive into your warm delight.
For all I want to know is your peach skin,
So that my touch might find your holy flame,
And wash me in the dew of your sure love.
Bring forth in me a wanting lover’s glow.
If touch is met with touch, our want will glow,
In heat of passions found that rest with you.
For you, it seems inspired me to love
And hope to give my love her full delight.
For love she opens all and set in flame
All aspects found contained beneath our skin.
For I would lavish every inch of skin
To know her full release and after glow.
And she will know the ending of my flame.
All brought about because I gifted you,
For your slight self did show her such delight
That she would want a love beyond of love.
For we have known what only could be love,
Though we have never touched each other’s skin.
But time will come for skin to skin delight
That raises one and one in flowing glow.
That might not be without me finding you,
For you seem passion’s lips encased in flame.
And as I stare in final setting flame,
I capture you that I may capture love.
For she, I know, will see my love in you.
For every lover knows your lover’s skin,
In every hue have lovers known your glow,
For ever have you been lovers’ delight.
A flower born in flame and rosy skin
That shows like love in ending lovers’ glow.
You rose of want, you true Double Delight.
Hunger - April 8, 2016
(a villanelle)
Though years may pass, I’ll hunger for you so.
A hunger only filled with feast of you.
With every taste, yet hunger seems to grow.
A thousand years of you might come and go
With every day of loving made straight through,
Though years may pass, I’ll hunger for you so.
And burn in love to coals of after’s glow,
So every fiber blends that souls renew.
With every taste, yet hunger seems to grow.
Regain ourselves again love’s ebbing flow,
And moved with passion’s want, more love ensue.
Though years may pass, I’ll hunger for you so.
And so consume, that other's all should know,
Those aspects salty sweet with love’s imbue.
With every taste, yet hunger seems to grow.
You are my hunger and my feast that show
I’ll never have enough, my fill of you.
Though years may pass, I’ll hunger for you so,
With every taste, yet hunger seems to grow.
faerie queene – April 9, 2016
(a sonnet)
In Passiflora robes and lemon buds,
With loving mist, Nigella’s darling glow,
The faerie queene brings Summer’s floral floods.
Her sprightly laugh brings Spring from melting snow.
In moonlight of midsummer’s revel night,
I did succumb to whispered lover’s words,
Revealing comely form with true love’s sight,
And singing songs with throats of sweetest birds.
While under Queen Mab’s gazing sleepy eye,
She raised me up to know her woodland nest,
And I returned her love’s full true reply,
To know and know again love’s wonders blessed.
A dream, perhaps, but one I won’t forsake,
From this love’s dream I hope to never wake.
Cats and Tigers – April 10, 2016
(a sonnet)
For tiger cubs and kitty cats I long,
Their softest fur to make my weary bed.
It’s with these tiger cats that I belong,
And in their warmth is where I’d lay my head.
For just like cats, I love to lick and groom.
With knowing tongue, I find those loving nooks
That cause calm wits to lose and love to bloom,
And bring those kitty scents and wetted looks.
And kitties seem to like my loving play.
They seem so open warm to all I do,
They’d keep me playing with them every day,
And for my love, there I’d be playing too.
Alas my tiger’s far from where I live,
So words from tongue’s the play that I will give.
My hope is to repeat this grouping for each subsequent entry set... for your consideration, my honored judges...
Apple Blossom - April 6, 2016
(a sonnet)
When on my evening walk I slow embark
To seek some peace from out my worried day.
In seeing you my hungry heart would mark
Your perfect and unmodest form display.
So silken white that flush to blushing pink,
You open wide and warm in downing sun.
Your sweetest scents and saps beckon to sink
Within your deep to end what blush begun.
I know that soon you’ll run with juice again,
Your blush to deepest red both ripe and sleek.
To end my thirst from flesh whose spills I drain
When mouth is pressed to that smooth skin I seek.
For now, I stand in lust as ending light
Your spreading petals flame with pure delight.
Double Delight – April 7, 2016
(a sestina)
Within your blush pink folds I find delight.
Warm candy scented air ignites my flame.
Your standing naked, lone in sunset glow,
Reminds my wounded heart it can still love.
With softest fingers touching your silk skin,
I know my way will find a home with you.
For in this light, in finding only you,
My soul would dive into your warm delight.
For all I want to know is your peach skin,
So that my touch might find your holy flame,
And wash me in the dew of your sure love.
Bring forth in me a wanting lover’s glow.
If touch is met with touch, our want will glow,
In heat of passions found that rest with you.
For you, it seems inspired me to love
And hope to give my love her full delight.
For love she opens all and set in flame
All aspects found contained beneath our skin.
For I would lavish every inch of skin
To know her full release and after glow.
And she will know the ending of my flame.
All brought about because I gifted you,
For your slight self did show her such delight
That she would want a love beyond of love.
For we have known what only could be love,
Though we have never touched each other’s skin.
But time will come for skin to skin delight
That raises one and one in flowing glow.
That might not be without me finding you,
For you seem passion’s lips encased in flame.
And as I stare in final setting flame,
I capture you that I may capture love.
For she, I know, will see my love in you.
For every lover knows your lover’s skin,
In every hue have lovers known your glow,
For ever have you been lovers’ delight.
A flower born in flame and rosy skin
That shows like love in ending lovers’ glow.
You rose of want, you true Double Delight.
Hunger - April 8, 2016
(a villanelle)
Though years may pass, I’ll hunger for you so.
A hunger only filled with feast of you.
With every taste, yet hunger seems to grow.
A thousand years of you might come and go
With every day of loving made straight through,
Though years may pass, I’ll hunger for you so.
And burn in love to coals of after’s glow,
So every fiber blends that souls renew.
With every taste, yet hunger seems to grow.
Regain ourselves again love’s ebbing flow,
And moved with passion’s want, more love ensue.
Though years may pass, I’ll hunger for you so.
And so consume, that other's all should know,
Those aspects salty sweet with love’s imbue.
With every taste, yet hunger seems to grow.
You are my hunger and my feast that show
I’ll never have enough, my fill of you.
Though years may pass, I’ll hunger for you so,
With every taste, yet hunger seems to grow.
faerie queene – April 9, 2016
(a sonnet)
In Passiflora robes and lemon buds,
With loving mist, Nigella’s darling glow,
The faerie queene brings Summer’s floral floods.
Her sprightly laugh brings Spring from melting snow.
In moonlight of midsummer’s revel night,
I did succumb to whispered lover’s words,
Revealing comely form with true love’s sight,
And singing songs with throats of sweetest birds.
While under Queen Mab’s gazing sleepy eye,
She raised me up to know her woodland nest,
And I returned her love’s full true reply,
To know and know again love’s wonders blessed.
A dream, perhaps, but one I won’t forsake,
From this love’s dream I hope to never wake.
Cats and Tigers – April 10, 2016
(a sonnet)
For tiger cubs and kitty cats I long,
Their softest fur to make my weary bed.
It’s with these tiger cats that I belong,
And in their warmth is where I’d lay my head.
For just like cats, I love to lick and groom.
With knowing tongue, I find those loving nooks
That cause calm wits to lose and love to bloom,
And bring those kitty scents and wetted looks.
And kitties seem to like my loving play.
They seem so open warm to all I do,
They’d keep me playing with them every day,
And for my love, there I’d be playing too.
Alas my tiger’s far from where I live,
So words from tongue’s the play that I will give.
OxyMoronicMe said:Scars
April 6, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Thy wound has healed
Bleeding no longer
Unfeeling is thy victim
Touched unless it was
Eyes are sore for it's sight
Ugly is the host that carry
Either honor or shame
Evidence of thy past
Oh! Remind thee not.
Forget nay, regret none.
......,
Hi Oxy! Well done, and thank you for your first 5-poem entry in the WriMo competition!
Jade
April 6, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10) All Rights Reserved
Thy wound has healed
Bleeding no longer
Unfeeling is thy victim
Touched unless it was
Eyes are sore for it's sight
Ugly is the host that carry
Either honor or shame
Evidence of thy past
Oh! Remind thee not.
Forget nay, regret none.
......,
Hi Oxy! Well done, and thank you for your first 5-poem entry in the WriMo competition!
Jade
Artemios said:NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 6-10)
April 6th
Paradise
An angel said that paradise does not exist,
so, stop watering the garden.
The flowers are now withered;
the trees stopped having fruits
and all the snails died.
Now you stand by the window
you look at the dry brown
you hear a voice saying
“the silence is never fake”
and you wish that paradise existed.
April 7th
Safety
Paralyzed moments
sleeping in a warm hour
cannot feel the present
but they’re safe in time.
Beautiful sounds
coming out from two broken lips
cannot feel the pain
but they’re safe in melody.
Undelivered thoughts
remaining in your mind
cannot escape from the mentality
but they’re safe in memory.
.......
Dear Art, thanks so much for the honor of your first 5-poem entry; well done!
--Jade
(April 6-10)
April 6th
Paradise
An angel said that paradise does not exist,
so, stop watering the garden.
The flowers are now withered;
the trees stopped having fruits
and all the snails died.
Now you stand by the window
you look at the dry brown
you hear a voice saying
“the silence is never fake”
and you wish that paradise existed.
April 7th
Safety
Paralyzed moments
sleeping in a warm hour
cannot feel the present
but they’re safe in time.
Beautiful sounds
coming out from two broken lips
cannot feel the pain
but they’re safe in melody.
Undelivered thoughts
remaining in your mind
cannot escape from the mentality
but they’re safe in memory.
.......
Dear Art, thanks so much for the honor of your first 5-poem entry; well done!
--Jade
Hepcat61 said:My first entry set - 3 sonnets, a sestina, and a villanelle...
My hope is to repeat this grouping for each subsequent entry set... for your consideration, my honored judges...
Apple Blossom - April 6, 2016
(a sonnet)
When on my evening walk I slow embark
To seek some peace from out my worried day.
In seeing you my hungry heart would mark
Your perfect and unmodest form display.
So silken white that flush to blushing pink,
You open wide and warm in downing sun.
Your sweetest scents and saps beckon to sink
Within your deep to end what blush begun.
I know that soon you’ll run with juice again,
Your blush to deepest red both ripe and sleek.
To end my thirst from flesh whose spills I drain
When mouth is pressed to that smooth skin I seek.
For now, I stand in lust as ending light
Your spreading pedals flame with pure delight.
.......
Dear Geoff, it's an honor to receive your fine first 5-poem entry to the competition -- thank you!
Jade
My hope is to repeat this grouping for each subsequent entry set... for your consideration, my honored judges...
Apple Blossom - April 6, 2016
(a sonnet)
When on my evening walk I slow embark
To seek some peace from out my worried day.
In seeing you my hungry heart would mark
Your perfect and unmodest form display.
So silken white that flush to blushing pink,
You open wide and warm in downing sun.
Your sweetest scents and saps beckon to sink
Within your deep to end what blush begun.
I know that soon you’ll run with juice again,
Your blush to deepest red both ripe and sleek.
To end my thirst from flesh whose spills I drain
When mouth is pressed to that smooth skin I seek.
For now, I stand in lust as ending light
Your spreading pedals flame with pure delight.
.......
Dear Geoff, it's an honor to receive your fine first 5-poem entry to the competition -- thank you!
Jade
Hello All! What a great start to a month of a miriad of wonderful poetic opportunities! So much is possible, if I go by what has been entered so far! Those of you who have already submitted your first 5-poem entry, have graced the WriMo with excellent visions of what is yet to come through the duration of this competition... setting the bar at a high level, right off the bat!
I am keen to anticipate the first entries of those who are still shaping their word smithing into flowing imagery. I cheer you on!
--Jade
I am keen to anticipate the first entries of those who are still shaping their word smithing into flowing imagery. I cheer you on!
--Jade
WriMo batch2
Shhhhh...
(Limerick For Fely)
April 11, 2016
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There was once a gossipy madam named Fely,
Always on the loop of the county's nitty gritty.
Nothing scapes her,
No one is safe either...
For even if she knows not, she'd invent one, what a witty!
Help!
(Villanelle in Desperation)
April 12, 2016
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Perhaps, all's in vain
My hopes and aspirations
All locked up in chain
I cried in pain, dying to complain
Wet with my own perspiration
Maybe all's in vain
The pantry knows no grain
The children, friends with starvation
Hungry, all locked up in chain
Suffering in disdain, tears I can't contain
From many a population
Efforts? Maybe all's in vain
Aspirations running in our vein
Drain, it will soon in dehydration
It's better to be all locked up in chain.
Ghost
(Pantoum of Secrets)
April 13, 2016
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(April 11-15) All Rights Reserved
My lips are sealed
Hiding so many secrets
From many failures
Because of youthful indiscretions
Hiding so many secrets
My shoulder feels heavy
Because of youthful indiscretions
Carrying it all alone.
My shoulder feels heavy
From many failures
Carrying it all alone
My lips are sealed
Fear
(A Dreadful Emotion Poem)
April 14, 2016
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(April 11-15) All Rights Reserved
Fear.
It smells like a rotten danger rapidly suffocating your passage of air...
It taste like vile lurching from the deep, dark recesses of your being...
It sounds like a drum roll of thunder warning you of a heavy downpour of rain...
It feels like an invisible current fetching goosebumps from your skin...
It looks like the Twin Tower above your head last September Eleven...
Fear is such a scary emotion that would drive you off your gourd.
Nemesis
(Black and White Diamante Poem)
April 15, 2016
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(April 11-15) All Rights Reserved
Black
Dark, Hopeless
Blinding, Overwhelming, Depressing
Death, Elegance, Innocence, Perfection
Refreshing, Cleansing, Encouraging
Bright, Pure
White
Shhhhh...
(Limerick For Fely)
April 11, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 11-15) All Rights Reserved
There was once a gossipy madam named Fely,
Always on the loop of the county's nitty gritty.
Nothing scapes her,
No one is safe either...
For even if she knows not, she'd invent one, what a witty!
Help!
(Villanelle in Desperation)
April 12, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 11-15) All Rights Reserved
Perhaps, all's in vain
My hopes and aspirations
All locked up in chain
I cried in pain, dying to complain
Wet with my own perspiration
Maybe all's in vain
The pantry knows no grain
The children, friends with starvation
Hungry, all locked up in chain
Suffering in disdain, tears I can't contain
From many a population
Efforts? Maybe all's in vain
Aspirations running in our vein
Drain, it will soon in dehydration
It's better to be all locked up in chain.
Ghost
(Pantoum of Secrets)
April 13, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 11-15) All Rights Reserved
My lips are sealed
Hiding so many secrets
From many failures
Because of youthful indiscretions
Hiding so many secrets
My shoulder feels heavy
Because of youthful indiscretions
Carrying it all alone.
My shoulder feels heavy
From many failures
Carrying it all alone
My lips are sealed
Fear
(A Dreadful Emotion Poem)
April 14, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 11-15) All Rights Reserved
Fear.
It smells like a rotten danger rapidly suffocating your passage of air...
It taste like vile lurching from the deep, dark recesses of your being...
It sounds like a drum roll of thunder warning you of a heavy downpour of rain...
It feels like an invisible current fetching goosebumps from your skin...
It looks like the Twin Tower above your head last September Eleven...
Fear is such a scary emotion that would drive you off your gourd.
Nemesis
(Black and White Diamante Poem)
April 15, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 11-15) All Rights Reserved
Black
Dark, Hopeless
Blinding, Overwhelming, Depressing
Death, Elegance, Innocence, Perfection
Refreshing, Cleansing, Encouraging
Bright, Pure
White
