Poetry competition CLOSED 30th May 2018 4:20pm
WINNER
Anonymous
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RUNNER-UP:
Hepcat61
Speak To Me Of Your Muse
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DIVINE REMEDY
Poet in state so pitiful
Earthly vessel slowly decays
Artery walls display
Impasto graffiti
Masterpieces of overindulgence
Honey honey ah sugar sugar
Now poison in the veins
Stiff joints hamper scamper
Fatigue a constant bane
What can reverse
this steady decline?
Stem this deterioration?
Breath of life come enter in
Sweet wise and beautiful muse
With brilliant light each passage fill
Bring Spring to a Fall disposition
Make words inspired from pen to spill
View life with amplified vision
Earthly vessel slowly decays
Artery walls display
Impasto graffiti
Masterpieces of overindulgence
Honey honey ah sugar sugar
Now poison in the veins
Stiff joints hamper scamper
Fatigue a constant bane
What can reverse
this steady decline?
Stem this deterioration?
Breath of life come enter in
Sweet wise and beautiful muse
With brilliant light each passage fill
Bring Spring to a Fall disposition
Make words inspired from pen to spill
View life with amplified vision
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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First , Gahddess Worship , thank you , another great write !
Second , you just dated us , by your poem and my memory :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JywK_5bT8z0
Second , you just dated us , by your poem and my memory :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JywK_5bT8z0
Ode to Man
Man is beautiful, Man is a drug.
Nothing more right or perfect
Has ever existed. Every small detail
Culminating into a heaven of the sublime,
Every little part dazzling the eye
With its haunting impossible beauty,
Growing and obliterating my soul
In joy and worship and gratitude.
There is no other more searing,
Deeply reaching, agonizingly lovely
Poetry of perfection, there is no
More great and worthy of a masterpiece
In nature as the male form for me.
The day Man was created, he was truly
Watched over and crafted by angels.
And still... Despite God having fashioned
Something so impossibly endearing,
So impossibly magical and wonderful,
So very necessary and profound,
And so heartbreakingly gorgeous
And awe inspiring,
He was even more crafty and surprising,
And threw in a little extra to make Man
Truly ineffable and unforgettable...
He made him smile.
Nothing more right or perfect
Has ever existed. Every small detail
Culminating into a heaven of the sublime,
Every little part dazzling the eye
With its haunting impossible beauty,
Growing and obliterating my soul
In joy and worship and gratitude.
There is no other more searing,
Deeply reaching, agonizingly lovely
Poetry of perfection, there is no
More great and worthy of a masterpiece
In nature as the male form for me.
The day Man was created, he was truly
Watched over and crafted by angels.
And still... Despite God having fashioned
Something so impossibly endearing,
So impossibly magical and wonderful,
So very necessary and profound,
And so heartbreakingly gorgeous
And awe inspiring,
He was even more crafty and surprising,
And threw in a little extra to make Man
Truly ineffable and unforgettable...
He made him smile.
Written by toniscales
(Lost Girl)
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Victory is Mine
Just from a picture of you.
The room needs to darken,
The door shut and locked.
Because it's starting in me.
No one could realize...
No one could understand what I feel.
And when it comes over me,
I have to satisfy it.
Because...
It's too strong,
Too powerful to ignore.
It's within me now.
It's like a seed that gets planted.
But it grows quickly, violently.
It's like a knocking inside my body.
And the door must be answered.
And it has everything to do with
Your body, and the need for your body
On mine, thrashing against mine,
Taking from mine, battling against mine.
Because at just the sight of you,
A war rages inside me.
An army tramples the battlefield
Of my breasts, my stomach,
The war zone between my legs.
The generals are sounding their whistles.
There needs to be a fight to the death.
The scent of strife is ripe in the air.
And my fingers are prepared
To wage war on myself,
While I think of you,
And I burst in the darkness
At the thought of you
Bursting your cannon of glory
Deep inside me,
And I scream into the silence,
Victory is mine.
The room needs to darken,
The door shut and locked.
Because it's starting in me.
No one could realize...
No one could understand what I feel.
And when it comes over me,
I have to satisfy it.
Because...
It's too strong,
Too powerful to ignore.
It's within me now.
It's like a seed that gets planted.
But it grows quickly, violently.
It's like a knocking inside my body.
And the door must be answered.
And it has everything to do with
Your body, and the need for your body
On mine, thrashing against mine,
Taking from mine, battling against mine.
Because at just the sight of you,
A war rages inside me.
An army tramples the battlefield
Of my breasts, my stomach,
The war zone between my legs.
The generals are sounding their whistles.
There needs to be a fight to the death.
The scent of strife is ripe in the air.
And my fingers are prepared
To wage war on myself,
While I think of you,
And I burst in the darkness
At the thought of you
Bursting your cannon of glory
Deep inside me,
And I scream into the silence,
Victory is mine.
Written by toniscales
(Lost Girl)
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Ode to the Calla Lily
One more thing I found... If there is such a thing as my flower, this is it.
_____
tender-pale mouth
soft fairy bed
when I see you I’m all wound
long white throat bared in supplication
longing for kisses
silken curves of your spathe enveloping a gentle secret
you curl and enfold like a protective mother
liquid folds swathe your treasure
the spadix emerges proud and erect
even O’Keefe was haunted by your halting perfection
suddenly you come into view
and tears burn my mouth
snow-white sentinel
petals spiraling into moist-white hearts
horns of ivory gramophones
singing a slow pianissimo
so potent a symbol you can herald
both love and death
and like love you house a subtle latent poison
since you refuse to be owned completely
flower of true ardor
scentless and pure
hover over me with heaven’s canopy
I want you guarding forever
my heart in passion's throes
_____
tender-pale mouth
soft fairy bed
when I see you I’m all wound
long white throat bared in supplication
longing for kisses
silken curves of your spathe enveloping a gentle secret
you curl and enfold like a protective mother
liquid folds swathe your treasure
the spadix emerges proud and erect
even O’Keefe was haunted by your halting perfection
suddenly you come into view
and tears burn my mouth
snow-white sentinel
petals spiraling into moist-white hearts
horns of ivory gramophones
singing a slow pianissimo
so potent a symbol you can herald
both love and death
and like love you house a subtle latent poison
since you refuse to be owned completely
flower of true ardor
scentless and pure
hover over me with heaven’s canopy
I want you guarding forever
my heart in passion's throes
Written by toniscales
(Lost Girl)
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Thank You , Toniscales !
Very Nicely Penned entries...
As far as the Calli Lily ;
With my mind , strange as it is , and though I am more feeling
oriented than mind oriented , though most would think the
opposite , I have always seen the Calli Lilly as the perfect marriage
of male and female , as :
Pi = The line infinitely in extension
and :
Phi = the spiral , constantly infolding , and unfolding ,
similar to kagels...;)
Well done !
Very Nicely Penned entries...
As far as the Calli Lily ;
With my mind , strange as it is , and though I am more feeling
oriented than mind oriented , though most would think the
opposite , I have always seen the Calli Lilly as the perfect marriage
of male and female , as :
Pi = The line infinitely in extension
and :
Phi = the spiral , constantly infolding , and unfolding ,
similar to kagels...;)
Well done !
Anonymous
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Spook
Deep in the
dark depths
of midnight
Mightier
than Kat's
powerful roar
Nothing more
than a mere
lil boy
Again yet
again I
shall rise
Ye shall all know
of my
horrendous gore
Not mythology
nor folklore
For I am Spook
The spirit who
haunts the icy
canyon's of
For
ever
more
Written by SURVIVOR
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