Poetry competition CLOSED 18th April 2018 4:48pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
case28
king of the hill
Miss_Sub said:I’ll enter another if required. I’m lost right now as to what the actual fuck is going on... 
It's quite possible that I've been beheaded and you've taken the title... Kingette of the hill!
I wouldn't enter another poem unless you've been spoken to and properly relinquished.
@grin could we get a slow motion replay on the verdict?
It's quite possible that I've been beheaded and you've taken the title... Kingette of the hill!
I wouldn't enter another poem unless you've been spoken to and properly relinquished.
@grin could we get a slow motion replay on the verdict?
missy is in the lead after a tough decision between her poem and case28's.
(king is a gender neutral term)
i think both of case's poems are brilliant, but specifically between these 2 poems, I found more on a second read with missy's and so she now wears the crown
missy, no need to do anything until or unless you're dethroned.
case, sorry mate. i feel bad. i really do
(king is a gender neutral term)
i think both of case's poems are brilliant, but specifically between these 2 poems, I found more on a second read with missy's and so she now wears the crown
missy, no need to do anything until or unless you're dethroned.
case, sorry mate. i feel bad. i really do
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uma i just love your wordplay; i think there's a bit much of it here and it feels too first-draft to knock out missy. it's like several poems rolled into one.
but please do submit again if you like; 2 more entries of yours to read would be delightful
long live Miss_Sub
but please do submit again if you like; 2 more entries of yours to read would be delightful
long live Miss_Sub
adult manicure
A reasonable man may pike
at the distant orders of a leperochaun
Who outlawed the orgasm
and chocolate
but he's at the enid of a cacaobowgasm
Pufftoonery Junction is a form and function
timeless and spaceless
to wear as prison bracelets
Nobody smokes me out
it is just shaved pussy ice
A grease bisquit for a dog
is food for a dog
don't pick on my dog
I have a personal relationship
with my dog
Nobodies bonus check
lies under my bed
but I am afraid of monsters
I don't go there
There are a lot of lost shoes
under my bed
Where does dust come from?
Life without dust would be sorry indeed
To see the beam of movie theatre lights
To stir it up choke on it
We come from this
its where we are going but in the meanwhiles
we put up a good fight with Dust
Now I've been meaning to talk to you about
Sex
I know I've missed my last several appointments with
You
But
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this becomes difficult
nobody does dry erotica like you do. I love it. It does turn on its place here though, which i mean, it is of its place and potentially wouldn't work outside of it.
Miss_Sub retains the throne
I'll be off for a bit, i'll catch up on any more entries using the same method of judging against the reigning champion
nobody does dry erotica like you do. I love it. It does turn on its place here though, which i mean, it is of its place and potentially wouldn't work outside of it.
Miss_Sub retains the throne
I'll be off for a bit, i'll catch up on any more entries using the same method of judging against the reigning champion
Anonymous
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desperadoes
for the fools hunting the backstreets
looking at the bullet that capped a tooth
with falsehood and someone's story
your tongues are laden with black holes
inhaling life from the spineless blind man
you piss on his shoes with a cocky grin
he turns his back for you to climb
and your words are spit and laughter
with a gang of bravado on dirty breath
beware the ghosts that will crawl into your brain
peel your conscious and bleed you slowly
one day it will be too late to take it all back
for the fools hunting the backstreets
looking at the bullet that capped a tooth
with falsehood and someone's story
your tongues are laden with black holes
inhaling life from the spineless blind man
you piss on his shoes with a cocky grin
he turns his back for you to climb
and your words are spit and laughter
with a gang of bravado on dirty breath
beware the ghosts that will crawl into your brain
peel your conscious and bleed you slowly
one day it will be too late to take it all back
Anonymous
well, got to say missy, u had a good run. I got stuck on your opening line; "I've always thought" is a bit of a turn off that doesn't leave u expecting all the great that comes after it. .
I'm giving the crown to Devlin... might just be because I have a crush. some questionable line breaks, theoretically i wouldn't give the lead to a poem about poetry, but this time i will
I'm giving the crown to Devlin... might just be because I have a crush. some questionable line breaks, theoretically i wouldn't give the lead to a poem about poetry, but this time i will
I Could Win
But the thought of it
roils my stomach
and churns my guts.
I'll just applaud everyone
who entered here
because they're all winners, and
I'm the loser
because
I couldn't save one of my cats
from dying.
Case wins because
he lives in that fabulous place
where everyone is named
Alice or Mathilda.
Missy wins because
I just fucking love her, and
want to dry-hump all her craft projects.
Rabbit and Uma win because
they let me feature them
as poet of the week--well
as soon as Uma sends me
her interview ...
Mags wins because
I can't even lick her shoes
in reverence, she's so far
above my caliber and
I can't reach.
Devlin wins because
she's got the best idea of all --
shove it up my ass, and
maybe it'll make me cry
about something else
other than Mia.
Oh yes--be prepared ...
sad kitty poems galore
on the way
because I couldn't fucking save her.
I'm wallowing in
all the diarrhea stains on the rug
that she left, this past month
but I know they'll come out
when I shampoo them today.
Pancreatitis sucks.
I suck
and so does my poetry
at times.
Mia is rolling her blue
kitty eyes right now
from Heaven
wishing I'd get a grip already.
I will.
But I'm not done dehydrating myself
from daily sobbing, yet.
You win too,
Anna--
I love you all.
I'll take the scraps
at the bottom of the hill,
and your cake crumbs.
But the thought of it
roils my stomach
and churns my guts.
I'll just applaud everyone
who entered here
because they're all winners, and
I'm the loser
because
I couldn't save one of my cats
from dying.
Case wins because
he lives in that fabulous place
where everyone is named
Alice or Mathilda.
Missy wins because
I just fucking love her, and
want to dry-hump all her craft projects.
Rabbit and Uma win because
they let me feature them
as poet of the week--well
as soon as Uma sends me
her interview ...
Mags wins because
I can't even lick her shoes
in reverence, she's so far
above my caliber and
I can't reach.
Devlin wins because
she's got the best idea of all --
shove it up my ass, and
maybe it'll make me cry
about something else
other than Mia.
Oh yes--be prepared ...
sad kitty poems galore
on the way
because I couldn't fucking save her.
I'm wallowing in
all the diarrhea stains on the rug
that she left, this past month
but I know they'll come out
when I shampoo them today.
Pancreatitis sucks.
I suck
and so does my poetry
at times.
Mia is rolling her blue
kitty eyes right now
from Heaven
wishing I'd get a grip already.
I will.
But I'm not done dehydrating myself
from daily sobbing, yet.
You win too,
Anna--
I love you all.
I'll take the scraps
at the bottom of the hill,
and your cake crumbs.
}in-clue-shiv{
washout the most lavished way
in exotic everest foaming showers
in essential dissection
there’s still an elusive staring orgasmic horizon
your puked out trials
are somethings in mere touched upon shallows
if not epic comedic fatalities
of a never ventured upon bare basics even
pathetic
neither the trials nor errors
but the set judgemental bars of obligated objectivities
what are you made of when you think [it/ in] counts
your so drained [d/h]eadweights in faked missions
pales in no comparison
to the unconditional geosmins in the air
from sudden sweeping in rapturous outpours
percolating deep down the filling core
and how you still feel Her bodily resonance as yours
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