Poetry competition CLOSED 28th September 2018 1:19am
WINNER
Oshinome
Oshinome
RUNNERS-UP:
ImperfectedStone
and Jade-Pandora
The Drunken Boat
Days of Umbrage
How odd the pattern spreads,
Dead leaves caught gold.
In summer swelter’s pique,
Dead winter’s cold.
The childish laughs in wind,
Broken swings and dogs,
How deep the spirit’s pass
In ghost-breath fogs.
Beneath the canopies,
Gains evening shade.
Beneath, the mind, the heart,
Their plans dis-made.
In days of umbrage known,
How sweet the taste,
Of summer’s fruit betrayed,
Love laid to waste.
(um·brage – [archaic] - shade or shadow, especially as cast by trees.)
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Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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A LIFE IN THE DAY OF AN ALSO-RAN
In an ageing morning
some part of life unlived
they took a graded turning
and set the boat adrift
then dozing on the shore-line
merely basked and bathed
to cover up the insult
that seasoned all the rage
but scorpions, remaining true
who knew this route so well
were not disturbed at all, you know,
by private little hells
the tide came in still resolute
and so the dance began …
a billion people, then some more
the ones who also ran.
(#ArthurRimbaud)
A Bard Rimbaudian
The Language Of Whores And Common Men
Transcending The Religious Sanctity Of The Elite
Raises The Clay Of Earth Into Spires Like Unto Gaudi
Abominations And Rejections Of Words Accepted
As The Architecture Of Rigid Structure Of The Mind
And The Stricture Of The Evolution Of Consciousness ;
The Graveyards Of Linguistics Filled With Dead Poets
And Skeletal Semantics , Versus Operatic Immorality
Immortality As Passion's Play And Penultimate Perversity
The Awakening Of A Fallen Angel To His Destined Craft
The Revolt Of The Child Against The Imposition Of The World
The Destabilization Of Reason And Outdated Retrograde Regality ,
Controverted By Chaotic And Newborn Infant Terrible's Modernity
Holding The Key To The Wild Hunt Of Knowledge Through Music
Of The Voices Of Rebels Complex In Arrangement And Evocation
Characterizing Verbally The Neural Net Of Alternate Understandings
And The Code Of The Invisible Third Revealed To The Initiate Beyond
The Good And Evil Of The Ignorant And Mundane In Reality's Persona
The Fool's Quest Leads One To An Otherworld Of Being And Seeing
In Psychonavigational Experiential Happenstances And Synchronicities
Serendipities Inspired By Meeting Oneself On The Path Of Realization
And The Elemental Influx Of The Colours Of Emotion And Imagination ,
In Linguitongueistic Experimentation Of The Art Of Speakuponitology
In Non Euclidean Realms Of Decodation And Decryptional Inclinizations ;
Is This A Shock To Some System Of Disembodied Grandmarrerie ?
How Relational To Past Vocabulary Rewritten Said My Rimbaudian Self ...
Transcending The Religious Sanctity Of The Elite
Raises The Clay Of Earth Into Spires Like Unto Gaudi
Abominations And Rejections Of Words Accepted
As The Architecture Of Rigid Structure Of The Mind
And The Stricture Of The Evolution Of Consciousness ;
The Graveyards Of Linguistics Filled With Dead Poets
And Skeletal Semantics , Versus Operatic Immorality
Immortality As Passion's Play And Penultimate Perversity
The Awakening Of A Fallen Angel To His Destined Craft
The Revolt Of The Child Against The Imposition Of The World
The Destabilization Of Reason And Outdated Retrograde Regality ,
Controverted By Chaotic And Newborn Infant Terrible's Modernity
Holding The Key To The Wild Hunt Of Knowledge Through Music
Of The Voices Of Rebels Complex In Arrangement And Evocation
Characterizing Verbally The Neural Net Of Alternate Understandings
And The Code Of The Invisible Third Revealed To The Initiate Beyond
The Good And Evil Of The Ignorant And Mundane In Reality's Persona
The Fool's Quest Leads One To An Otherworld Of Being And Seeing
In Psychonavigational Experiential Happenstances And Synchronicities
Serendipities Inspired By Meeting Oneself On The Path Of Realization
And The Elemental Influx Of The Colours Of Emotion And Imagination ,
In Linguitongueistic Experimentation Of The Art Of Speakuponitology
In Non Euclidean Realms Of Decodation And Decryptional Inclinizations ;
Is This A Shock To Some System Of Disembodied Grandmarrerie ?
How Relational To Past Vocabulary Rewritten Said My Rimbaudian Self ...
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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Silent Crowds
All along the aging shore,
as that wild Pontchartrain shimmers below my feet,
The vision of a thousand eyes on that sunset,
these crashing waves,
these hands.
Do you remember that time she wrapped herself in curtains?
And then I said to you that I am
whatever may be
shining out from deep beneath,
Beneath every layer there,
In there,
from within the heart of her quiet light.
In the precious dance of her Spanish moss,
her sigh,
and her face as it shines,
The vision of a thousand finely hued skies.
Where all the muddy eyes that lie
below
in loosened gestures
never go.
as that wild Pontchartrain shimmers below my feet,
The vision of a thousand eyes on that sunset,
these crashing waves,
these hands.
Do you remember that time she wrapped herself in curtains?
And then I said to you that I am
whatever may be
shining out from deep beneath,
Beneath every layer there,
In there,
from within the heart of her quiet light.
In the precious dance of her Spanish moss,
her sigh,
and her face as it shines,
The vision of a thousand finely hued skies.
Where all the muddy eyes that lie
below
in loosened gestures
never go.
Written by Oshinome
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pencil
your like pencil
you write some good things
and sometimes bad
you can erase it
but you always leave
a stain
a mark of your mistake
that you cannot correct
you write some good things
and sometimes bad
you can erase it
but you always leave
a stain
a mark of your mistake
that you cannot correct
Written by KGERICD
(Kurt Geric Dili)
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The Show Must Go On
The elites of this world play a devious game
Stealing history’s truth for their self-serving aims
As the curtain goes up and their actors appear
Their deception’s effect leaves our minds steeped in fear
We’ve been taught to believe in our system of rule
With no comprehension it’s merely their tool
To distract us away from the battles they wage
The truth of our world is a theater stage!
Now the curtains grow threadbare, with light showing through
Exposing a few of the lies that they spew
But the actors can draw our attention away
By quoting the lines that we want them to say
We love the illusion democracy brings
While the world is controlled by invisible kings
Who vie with each other for total control
Whilst we follow actors just playing their roles.
The show must go on, but you don’t have to stay
Grope through the darkness to find the doorway!
Escape from this theater, find the daylight
And discover the scope and the breadth of our plight!
You now know the truth, but don’t protest the show
Most patrons can’t process the things we now know
Focus on living your life, safe in stealth,
Just knowing the truth will promote mental health!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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A Call to Flames
I saw them marching on the walls
at birth
Black fingers of a hearth
hidden from me
Greek minds told us this
What bliss
we find
in ignorance
is so much sculpted byproduct
of that which we strain to touch
I walked streets awash
in cold white fire
from a merciless eye
no mercy for heroes
the good
the obedient
be damned
Learning lessons
taught by concrete hands
and asphalt minds
that never see their own erosion
We’re all just shadows
cast by a fire we can never see
I’m tired of being a shadow
I wanna burn
Voices echo down the alleys
of firelight
slicing
lacerations of burnt orange
in the night
What demons come
with bloody truths
on the avenues within you
What angels sing
sweet seduction songs
on the boulevards that keep you
Me, I’m for the fire
The Pyre
where I’ll be blackened
and be freed
We’re all just shadows
cast by a fire we can never see
I’m tired of being a shadow
I wanna burn
Burn in the iris
of a red volcanic eye
Burn in the embers
of a stone fireplace inside
Burn in the center
of a new world forming
What dreams come
in bloody truths
on the avenues within you
What nightmares sing
deep nightmare calls
on the boulevards that keep you
Shadows tend
the flames that spawn them
Never claiming
the strength to keep them
We’re all just shadows
cast by a fire we can never see
I’m done being a shadow
I’m gonna burn
Written by Taurus385
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truth in vapours of ABSINTHE
it welcomed me and looked disarmed
laughed the cackle voices deformed
clung like her lost perfume
rockets and the squibs
the meeting will be missing you
stagger there with a bandaged head
i hide it i think rather well
hardy ever let it touch my lips
see heaven down dark corridors
decant life by the seat of your pants
walk abroad with elephants
the claws that scratch on the window pane
seek the plaster the sore to smooth
the false belief that with will you could choose
the still that causes much unrest
spin the wheel risk sudden death
dystopia turns an upward path
humans and pigs dine from the trough
push the boat out knowing it will flounder
sail where the Furies are likely to plunder
the cask that holds a vile resource
the poets corner a garret so dark
seeking lifes meanings in different forms
sip the Absinthe and relish its warmth
#ArthurRimbund
Written by slipalong
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7/4
Is the gulf so wide
we can no longer see straight and far ahead?
However great a part of humanity:
apart is not nearly enough.
When reason borders on unreasonable
where do you draw the line?
Conquest confounds poetry
in the soul, a trophy never enough.
As efforts to camouflage the obvious
spiral into loveless isolation.
Antennae -sunbeams- pierce armoured skies:
beyond the pale is far enough.
we can no longer see straight and far ahead?
However great a part of humanity:
apart is not nearly enough.
When reason borders on unreasonable
where do you draw the line?
Conquest confounds poetry
in the soul, a trophy never enough.
As efforts to camouflage the obvious
spiral into loveless isolation.
Antennae -sunbeams- pierce armoured skies:
beyond the pale is far enough.
Written by AdamW
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