Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd March 2018 8:18am
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
personanongrata
and runaway-mindtrain
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Magic
MAGIC
Each day my illness' brings me pain,
On ev'ry nerve it seems to rain.
The coping of my riddled brain
Has learned to help me not complain.
I don't say 'woe is me' to self.
I turn my nose up at the wealth
That others want more than their health,
To leave their kindness on a shelf.
But me, I'm writing poetry,
Embracing thrills' discovery.
I dream to be a fantasy
From out of shell, yes!, to be free.
I think myself as light as air,
A gentle sprite that's hardly there
With sprigs of honeycomb to wear,
And flower blossoms in my hair.
From forest top is where I see
Winged things above the canopy,
To join in flight I wish to be
And laugh among the birds & trees.
For this is where the mischief sway
Is spread with mirth in which I play,
A riot's life of ev'ry day
My barefoot jig among the fray.
The forest creatures dance and race
With wonderment upon each face.
'Tis I that has them feel the grace
My magic touching every trace.
This is my happiness profound
As ev'ry chorus' cheerful sound,
All rising up and would surround
My hidden place, my kingdom found.
I only hope that someday soon,
Across the face of earth a boon
Will see for all to be in tune,
To love not hate from magic's swoon.
Copyright©️Jade Pandora 2017-18. All Rights Reserved.
Image: Andreea Cernestean, Romania
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Shamanic Substance
Some sages
burn their fragrant,
savory namesake
to leaven air
in wafts of
heaven
Steeping wraiths
into stupors
& binding their bodiless
brawn
So down,
down
those gurus
droop to sleep...
Strewing used leaves
along premeditated treadings;
sacraments in footpaths
supposing they've shirked
any phantasmic followings
~
Ovoos
stately slant
in ascendant stances
with tips like lances
prodding Mongol yonder blues
a heron hue
imbues sanctioned invocations;
Thrice to rotate
'round the stony foundation
custom gyrations - coded oblations
Milk & honey
blessed & left for Tengri
A dusted alter
entrusted & encrusted
with silken donations
~
Wicks shiver in heat
lean necks sheathed
in cylinders
strung in wax;
Candles of plum
actively passing away
Purple light paves
lanes
to tame astral planes
Flame in the room
juts westward
snapping Haitian songs
astray
Tinging marimbulas
sing
dinging past the doorway
ringed in revenans
overhanging
drapery in reveries
with fangs
Rising faint
& up the rope
to seance in Antilles
airways
Conveyance with
cadaver saints
~
Were I born
through alter-womb
bred & fed
on the strings
of another breeze;
Strange pneumas
indeed,
winds like these...
could've cradled me
Written by AtoMikbomb
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Hidden Magic
When those first drops of rain hit the windowpane,
Making me forget about trudging through the desert
Alone. The lushness is something magical like a chain
That has been broken. Eyes that forget to look alert
And when I close them I can just feel that extra spark
I have not felt in a long time. The pain and feeling hurt
Slowly fades into nothingness, turning away from dark
Shadows. Why should I question something that is real?
It is like hearing the soft song of every dove and lark
After hearing nothing but silence. It is like when I kneel
Down and after searching for those answers they come
To me like the dawn after a murky stormy night. My zeal
And every belief comes rushing back, alive. Feeling numb
And sick to my stomach fades away like casting a spell.
The extra jolt of energy is there like a steady-paced thrum.
Making me forget about trudging through the desert
Alone. The lushness is something magical like a chain
That has been broken. Eyes that forget to look alert
And when I close them I can just feel that extra spark
I have not felt in a long time. The pain and feeling hurt
Slowly fades into nothingness, turning away from dark
Shadows. Why should I question something that is real?
It is like hearing the soft song of every dove and lark
After hearing nothing but silence. It is like when I kneel
Down and after searching for those answers they come
To me like the dawn after a murky stormy night. My zeal
And every belief comes rushing back, alive. Feeling numb
And sick to my stomach fades away like casting a spell.
The extra jolt of energy is there like a steady-paced thrum.
Written by eswaller
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in just no time
1. In. the fillers
in turgid luxuriance, the
obligated gellifying envelopes
clung around in 'so-benefiting' bonds
of glorified appetites in buffaloed
numbness
a clamour. crocinous
choking sweatpits Jerk along
a thinly clouding dazing haze
in intense sandalwood
incense stems
from rosewood beds in a cracking
landslide's uncensored scripts
of alternating currents-amplifying
and dying and so…
robot remembers hardly
any emotive depths in no embeds.
indulgence
2. no. the elusive
chaos. an unbearable lump
of front loaded sterning mass
smashes and moulds dough
in your imagined dimensions
Ironic enough, flies into singing
lightness territories
from self-driven accelerations
a half-bitten moon
in self-cannibalistic wilderness
frothing afresh in your
salivating resonance
and in such potentially risky
latent hungers....
3. just . be just
better. arrive not yet.
the dumb ignorance of your arrogance
casts no shades no shadows. it's in the showering
absolute lights of desperation. the dire distance
the quintessential meaninglessness
the tending [black] magical spell
stands broken by nothingness
the gravitating elusivities . mystical
Written by summultima
(uma)
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Anonymous
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jungian slip...__
She wiped the tears from her eyes
Her solace gripped deep within
A dark rose bloomed on the doorstep
Cresent moon stone struck in the dark
The motion of a bird across the window
With notion of winding a clock maker's turn
The bottomless heart pumps a well reserve
She brings in the milk from the sacred cow
As I stumble out the window onto a comet...
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It's flight rings around the stars....
We start to hear the talks of spirits high and fears down low
Dig the sand of ancient stories and hero's nouveau'
Float through the scent of incense in the temple ritual
Spying them trade divine dowry for a bowl of cereal
Winding globes around mental systems
Patients medicate the soul condition.....
But the water pours from the broken pitcher
The handmaid knees the calloused stitcher
We walk from the bottom to deliver the top
Knowing the roll from the peak the turn won't stop
Our child of love can build a mountain
With love of childhood pours youthful fountain
We cease to exist to serve the beast
Our spiritual supper a supernal feast
With a cross of polarity sparks short in the mind
Their holistic union gives fruit in the rind....
Her solace gripped deep within
A dark rose bloomed on the doorstep
Cresent moon stone struck in the dark
The motion of a bird across the window
With notion of winding a clock maker's turn
The bottomless heart pumps a well reserve
She brings in the milk from the sacred cow
As I stumble out the window onto a comet...
---------------------------------------------------------}
It's flight rings around the stars....
We start to hear the talks of spirits high and fears down low
Dig the sand of ancient stories and hero's nouveau'
Float through the scent of incense in the temple ritual
Spying them trade divine dowry for a bowl of cereal
Winding globes around mental systems
Patients medicate the soul condition.....
But the water pours from the broken pitcher
The handmaid knees the calloused stitcher
We walk from the bottom to deliver the top
Knowing the roll from the peak the turn won't stop
Our child of love can build a mountain
With love of childhood pours youthful fountain
We cease to exist to serve the beast
Our spiritual supper a supernal feast
With a cross of polarity sparks short in the mind
Their holistic union gives fruit in the rind....
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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O.B.E.
I will go out of my body with lucidity
My consciousness is loosed
My reality is confused
Alternation of each world and possibility
I will meet the Moon and other astral entities
Testimonies of celestial phenomenon
My physical machine to the automaton
I will disconnect from ego identities
And a random ghost is hosting my projection
as I observe myself in bed
innate fears are immersed
I summon my inner guides for protection
The sensation of this plane is indescribable
An ascent on the scale of vibration
close to souls with a Source interconnection
I'm synchronous with the space as outer variable
Each inhale brings weird mental imagery
Slow paralysis of my scepters
brings awareness to my receptors
I now see all my selves in perfect symetry
My consciousness is loosed
My reality is confused
Alternation of each world and possibility
I will meet the Moon and other astral entities
Testimonies of celestial phenomenon
My physical machine to the automaton
I will disconnect from ego identities
And a random ghost is hosting my projection
as I observe myself in bed
innate fears are immersed
I summon my inner guides for protection
The sensation of this plane is indescribable
An ascent on the scale of vibration
close to souls with a Source interconnection
I'm synchronous with the space as outer variable
Each inhale brings weird mental imagery
Slow paralysis of my scepters
brings awareness to my receptors
I now see all my selves in perfect symetry
Written by personanongrata
(Astral Gift)
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Lost in the Wonderful Charm
This feels like magic,
Like an elaborate illusion without the confusion or smoke and mirrors,
When I’m nearer to this unmistakable bliss that is her love,
Or maybe I’m just lucky that way.
It seems supernatural,
The chances of someone like me could end up with someone like her,
We were friends forever, longing and yearning for more,
I guess the fates were in my favor.
It all appears mystical,
How our paths crossed then got lost in the storms of life’s destinations,
When the emotion ran deeper than anything I ever knew,
I can’t fathom life without her.
It’s been quite surreal,
It feels like a daydream I fell into from which I never want to wake up from,
Lost in the wonderful charm of passionate sensations,
Because it really is magic.
This feels like magic,
Like an elaborate illusion without the confusion or smoke and mirrors,
When I’m nearer to this unmistakable bliss that is her love,
Or maybe I’m just lucky that way.
It seems supernatural,
The chances of someone like me could end up with someone like her,
We were friends forever, longing and yearning for more,
I guess the fates were in my favor.
It all appears mystical,
How our paths crossed then got lost in the storms of life’s destinations,
When the emotion ran deeper than anything I ever knew,
I can’t fathom life without her.
It’s been quite surreal,
It feels like a daydream I fell into from which I never want to wake up from,
Lost in the wonderful charm of passionate sensations,
Because it really is magic.
the veil
to stand upon the earths flat edge
and step upon the comets tail
believe in success if you fail
the chrysalis of wannabe
the stars astrology for free
to break the veil of mystery
disbelieve predictability
life forces hidden alchemy
instincts follows Merlins shoes
now the age the grail to seek
the quest not to be left behind
the new age magik now to find
facilitate on your new page
the potion in the facebook look
profile photo took
to sail in life and not to fail
the canyons come of dark despair
the spell must come within ourselves
and step upon the comets tail
believe in success if you fail
the chrysalis of wannabe
the stars astrology for free
to break the veil of mystery
disbelieve predictability
life forces hidden alchemy
instincts follows Merlins shoes
now the age the grail to seek
the quest not to be left behind
the new age magik now to find
facilitate on your new page
the potion in the facebook look
profile photo took
to sail in life and not to fail
the canyons come of dark despair
the spell must come within ourselves
Written by slipalong
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