Poetry competition CLOSED 25th July 2018 5:35pm
WINNER
crimsin (Unveiling)
crimsin (Unveiling)
ODE - DU Poet
Hemi
in my innocent days I dreamed of you
hardliner, rough rider layed it out heavy
I was told not to breathe on the glass
my steam was leaving smudges
on the windows of your hemi
two bit masochistic groupie in lust over a man
who was real enough to be honest
I learned where the real fuckers burn
it's in the trenches
where men rise and are broken everyday
you manage to do it
and lord only knows how you do
I'm just glad the men who live off the land
have a man who understands their way of thinking
who takes no pleasure in the doing
just mans up and does it
I wonder if they can see it in the lines
furrowed in your brow
that it pains you to do whats right
even if you're damned for it
but I know better you don't let them see it
that you carry a piece of them in those furrowed brows
it didn't come from smiling
you give them dignity on the page
and I know you do in person
doesn't make things easier
I don't dream about you anymore
a woman like me has no place in your world
only as much as this poem will allow
because I have great respect for you
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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and when i see flowers
i think of you
for they do the same
what you do
for both you
and they
know not except
to bring
colors
joy
fragrance
to the
heart
mind
and soul
and when i see flowers
i stop
the pause is felt
for an eternity
between the breaths
something happens
like a slow motion scene
the world stops in its tracks
except
for my lips to make their upward movement
at the edges
and then it's back
to normal
speed
the only change
the lasting grin
when i see flowers....
Written by cold_fusion
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an ode to the rainbow soul
once upon a time
was a rainbow in the sky
dark grey and the black
conspired together to hide
obscuring it all
by denying it the light
rainbow kept her smile
staying patient all the while
dark grey and the black
the resilience they did lack
they charged and thundered
rainbow never surrendered
anger made them melt
and their absence no one felt
welcomed was the light
rainbow could not be denied
she brought light to life
her colors to lands of strife
Written by cold_fusion
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Larger Than Life
I desire to be a better writer
or harder person
more girly
a better lady
someone who reaches you
but I'm fresh out of that grade of bourbon
I'm hard but not in the right ways
girly enough to scream
when the spiders prowl the outback
too much of lady to let you do that
a better writer hmm
I think I can create the woman you'd like
but she'd be a paper doll
not solid enough to fuck
maybe it's my perception of you that is off
could be you're less man than I think is that possible?
more boy then I'd ever dreamed
too soft, damn it no way
you'd never let me walk over you
cos fuck, that's the one thing I can't stand
a man I can easily manipulate
because when it comes to that I'm Queen
a woman who is low down
will drink you under the table
so you won't mind I'm better at sex on paper
cutthroat I think that's both of us
love is a figment of the imagination
meant for suckers and fools
we're not buying into it
so why do I still look at you through downcast dewy eyes?
it's cos I'm a sucker for a hard man
who is larger than life
Written by smackdownraven
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RENGA: Jade Tiger
deep blankets
leaves whisper under feet
poet's words
darkest night
single candle glowing
the world itself
alley cat's song
the poet's open window
notes on pages
virgin block, green stone
Master Carver's vision craft
prized above worth
leaves whisper under feet
poet's words
darkest night
single candle glowing
the world itself
alley cat's song
the poet's open window
notes on pages
virgin block, green stone
Master Carver's vision craft
prized above worth
Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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An excerpt with the DU poet this entry is featuring for the ODE - DU Poet = our wonderful Shadow Guardian Grace who appeared in Part Five in “The Trial” scene:
THE GHOST CLUB: Hemlock Jones & the Mystery of the Purloined Bones
(Part Five – The Final Spell)
‘Twas then the sister crones raised eyes and saw a chimney belching smoke from courthouse rooftop – it was a sign, the signal that the trial would soon commence – so citizenry, come one, come all with haste, no time to waste! And so, all the people of every shade and walk of farmer, seamstress, bottle-washer, servant, maid & cook, and conjurer came in hopes to get a seat inside to hear and view historic case by such a famous judge: the Honorable, High Chief Justice Grace.
( The Trial )
From rafters high above to the floor below before the judge’s bench set on high to overlook the audience and those to be heard at trial. The clock tower outside was heard a-tolling the hour, it was time! With that, there came a rustling of unrest in the rafters; the public was stirring. Then sudden through the ceiling, drifting down, numbering in dozens, appeared diaphanous visions of spirits, ghostly creatures in flowing images as if were angels with wings extended. And with them came the very much alive and solid Chief Justice Grace – her lovely face framed by her black hair kept in place by a golden skullcap. The air was filled with gasps of awe and delight, at the honor of seeing such personage as one did not often get to see in their lifetime.
Everyone settled down once the spirits faded out as High Chief Justice Grace took her place at the mahogany “bench” where many at the front had to lean back in their seats, so high up did the judge sit observing. She cleared her throat to speak:
"The ones who come today to ask of me
what I may grant once I hear their request,
will kindly please step forward and be heard.”
A little rattled trying to be stout, the Warlock and the Witch approached the bench. They nervous both did try respectfully, to keep clear-headed, free of any doubt. But Toxin leaned to Hemlock, whispered:
“I never knew a judge so beautiful.”
But Hemlock raised her eyes as if to moan
“we’re lost.”
“I beg your pardon, miss?” said Justice Grace.
The comely Witch with shifting feet began:
”I hope Your Grace will understand my nerves.
I’ll come directly to the point and say
The reason for our presence here today:
To have an expert do a ritual,
to raise a victim, killed, back from the dead.”
The rafters shuddered with a single gasp. Chief Justice Grace rose up an arm to gentle wave for calm. She slowly panned the audience below and up above:
“I’m well aware that justice must be served.
And so it has; now recompense is paid.
The victim in this case will soon be spared.”
Chief Justice Grace reached to consult her Book of Shadows, looking for a spell of assemblage. The courtroom fell dead quiet, a pin drop could be heard, as pages from the thousand-year-old Tome were slowly turned. And all who sat before the judge on that day, watching as the Witch and Warlock mouthed the words to pray, would ne’er forget the verdict that the judge was soon to say.
Anonymous
I need more please! This is rich enough in imagery—even more so in innuendo! Perfectly placed each detail to build suspense! Brava!
Ode to a Bard
Time wounds all heels but
...you don't fit the mold...
You've such a way...
...with the words you say
that you'll never...
...leave them cold.
(inspired by and dedicated to Dartford)
...you don't fit the mold...
You've such a way...
...with the words you say
that you'll never...
...leave them cold.
(inspired by and dedicated to Dartford)
Written by Ely
(E.A.Rothwell)
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For Jessica
Existing in minds, the poets imagery
gentle flow the images divine
of twinkling stars and chimes
in the proclamation of arrival
as the figure sublime
dressed in gossamer gown
and a knight’s armour
swept in with a warrior’s stride
lights of silver through white gauzy gowns
full of loving and love
the heralds’ trumpets sounded
sounds of hollow bamboo
full blown by soft lips
ululating melody
reaching for the snow-capped mountains
reedy sounds divine
woke the warrior’s slumber
smiles blushes and kisses
touches soft and fluttery…
distant sounds of fisher folks
mingled with soft sighs
as ecstasy supreme were reached
Walking through rose-scented gardens
striding over famine wracked lands
riding on horseback through the western plains
swimming naked in blue lagoons
picking shells at an isolated beach
making love under foreign white skies
green grassy land of before
holding hands under flower laden trees
picking a sakura from the garden
These imageries and more remind me of you
My Jessica
A tribute to Kou_Indigo
gentle flow the images divine
of twinkling stars and chimes
in the proclamation of arrival
as the figure sublime
dressed in gossamer gown
and a knight’s armour
swept in with a warrior’s stride
lights of silver through white gauzy gowns
full of loving and love
the heralds’ trumpets sounded
sounds of hollow bamboo
full blown by soft lips
ululating melody
reaching for the snow-capped mountains
reedy sounds divine
woke the warrior’s slumber
smiles blushes and kisses
touches soft and fluttery…
distant sounds of fisher folks
mingled with soft sighs
as ecstasy supreme were reached
Walking through rose-scented gardens
striding over famine wracked lands
riding on horseback through the western plains
swimming naked in blue lagoons
picking shells at an isolated beach
making love under foreign white skies
green grassy land of before
holding hands under flower laden trees
picking a sakura from the garden
These imageries and more remind me of you
My Jessica
A tribute to Kou_Indigo
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Ode for Crimsin
Your endless love and strength that bleeds
All over the pages. You are planting seeds
And watering them so that the dry ground
Turns into wildflowers, heading westbound
For adventure. It is like feeling sunshine on
My face with my eyes closed and I have gone
Beyond the horizon, up into the clouds. It is
Like I watch someone else’s life with the fizz
And fade outs, but then you are reborn from
The ashes and I am mesmerized by you. Some
Might say it is all just a front, but deep down
You are just as beautiful like the shining crown
On your head and you walk like there is fire
Right behind you everywhere you go. Desire
For you to say, “fuck off” and mean it because
You are no one’s pawn or doll. You are the buzz.
All over the pages. You are planting seeds
And watering them so that the dry ground
Turns into wildflowers, heading westbound
For adventure. It is like feeling sunshine on
My face with my eyes closed and I have gone
Beyond the horizon, up into the clouds. It is
Like I watch someone else’s life with the fizz
And fade outs, but then you are reborn from
The ashes and I am mesmerized by you. Some
Might say it is all just a front, but deep down
You are just as beautiful like the shining crown
On your head and you walk like there is fire
Right behind you everywhere you go. Desire
For you to say, “fuck off” and mean it because
You are no one’s pawn or doll. You are the buzz.
Written by eswaller
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