Poetry competition CLOSED 18th January 2019 3:13am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
snugglebuck
and Jade-Pandora
Dirt
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SOIL CONFETTI
Entrancing
and marvelous
they are —
each upshoot and spray
of Earth .
I watch —
slow motion
dazzling....how the physics
are identical for
any explosion,
New Years confetti, or
bullets,
bombs...
A million little celebrations
erupting from soil
radiating
outward—
split second, then
collapse.
Time rights itself
and I am again focused
on the task,
I take dirt
from around me, smear
it on my face
replenishing
what has worn off in winds
of the enemy.
Plane engines drone
low
and take with them,
machine gun pocked lands
as I sight my next
target
through the scope
of my sniper-hide.
Entrancing
and marvelous
they are —
each upshoot and spray
of Earth .
I watch —
slow motion
dazzling....how the physics
are identical for
any explosion,
New Years confetti, or
bullets,
bombs...
A million little celebrations
erupting from soil
radiating
outward—
split second, then
collapse.
Time rights itself
and I am again focused
on the task,
I take dirt
from around me, smear
it on my face
replenishing
what has worn off in winds
of the enemy.
Plane engines drone
low
and take with them,
machine gun pocked lands
as I sight my next
target
through the scope
of my sniper-hide.
Anonymous
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ARTIST OF THE EARTH
I am an artist of the earth
My medium is soil and dirt
Machined steel in motion
A kinetic tool in locomotion
With a giant careful hand
I till and mold the terrain
Sculpting the clay and sand
Into statuesque domain
I am not the machine
But I’m the man
The Amarillo tractor is but
An extension of who I am
“I’m a Caterpillar driving man”
My medium is soil and dirt
Machined steel in motion
A kinetic tool in locomotion
With a giant careful hand
I till and mold the terrain
Sculpting the clay and sand
Into statuesque domain
I am not the machine
But I’m the man
The Amarillo tractor is but
An extension of who I am
“I’m a Caterpillar driving man”
Written by snugglebuck
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Go Play In The Dirt
I constant recall back when I was new,
And just a few years older more than that.
The mem’o’ries of then are quite a few,
A slide show from the backseat where I sat.
With all the travel Mom & Dad would do,
And learning of the sights we went to see.
No matter where I was from home, in lieu,
There always was the sun right where I’d be.
Wherever I would go, nature would smile,
With welcome leafy arms that never hurt.
The tomboy that I am would laugh awhile,
I always loved to play in mud and dirt
I got to thinking lately, what has changed,
Since years ago, of all the countryside.
It’s more than just a few things rearranged,
The grass & trees & earth have all but died.
Where all the open spaces used to yawn,
For miles & miles, the curvature of Earth,
Now concrete; everything that was is gone!
I never thought I’d see the day from birth.
The way I have to live, what have I got,
A garden hose that trickles with a squirt?
Such sightings rare of flowers in a pot,
I think I’ll trade my futures in for dirt.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Oh, Bats!
I'm so deep in this now...
Like a girl in a bat cave
Will she grow or escape?
Either way she finds
her hands on a big torch
ready to light up some asses
chirping and shitting down at her
Reaching for a spark
from deep within her muse
Rage against the dark
finds her lighting up the fuse
What she doesn't know...
The shit she's buried in
is explosive overflow
of methane sin
to fertilize apocalypse
firing her cannons from her ships
which leaves her sinking
in the fodder of evidence
this dark trap stinking
Like a girl in a bat cave
Will she grow or escape?
Either way she finds
her hands on a big torch
ready to light up some asses
chirping and shitting down at her
Reaching for a spark
from deep within her muse
Rage against the dark
finds her lighting up the fuse
What she doesn't know...
The shit she's buried in
is explosive overflow
of methane sin
to fertilize apocalypse
firing her cannons from her ships
which leaves her sinking
in the fodder of evidence
this dark trap stinking
Written by EdibleWords
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Red Mud (2019)
The red wet dirt
found me slipping
from the jagged
cliff edge.
Earth created by my
desire to cling to
my past.
Metacarpals aching
as fingers bleed
trying to dig into the
sharp rock face.
I should let go.
This new year
will find me
letting go
&
I will find myself.
found me slipping
from the jagged
cliff edge.
Earth created by my
desire to cling to
my past.
Metacarpals aching
as fingers bleed
trying to dig into the
sharp rock face.
I should let go.
This new year
will find me
letting go
&
I will find myself.
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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With Nature's Children
they danced upon the foams
of the crashing water fall
their yellow lights bobbing
among the white bubbly lather
the sprites at midnight
they came to play
splashing, running on water
on their twinkly shoes
the howl of a calling primate
alone in the jungle forlorn
no herd for comfort feel
nor yet companionable chatters
none heeded the lonely call
they played on the sand
taunting little creatures
heads peeping out of streams
the lighted caps of flyers
on twinkling gossamer wings
the laughter of earthbound
creatures, as they gamboled
on the camp site I watched
as companions asleep, snored
in perfect harmony
missing the wonderful sight
of Nature's Children.
of the crashing water fall
their yellow lights bobbing
among the white bubbly lather
the sprites at midnight
they came to play
splashing, running on water
on their twinkly shoes
the howl of a calling primate
alone in the jungle forlorn
no herd for comfort feel
nor yet companionable chatters
none heeded the lonely call
they played on the sand
taunting little creatures
heads peeping out of streams
the lighted caps of flyers
on twinkling gossamer wings
the laughter of earthbound
creatures, as they gamboled
on the camp site I watched
as companions asleep, snored
in perfect harmony
missing the wonderful sight
of Nature's Children.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Willie Widow
I watch from my window a Willie widow since you left
Oh the girl next door fulfils my masturbatory needs
Her fingers deft fill my cleft I savour returning her favour
Stroke her beautiful breast as I nibble her sweet salty clit
But her tongue’s no substitute for the shock of your cock
They let you out two days ago was prison so bad?
I’m waiting. Don’t you feel glad?
Why are you not home making me moan?
Handcuffs already clipped to the bed
Eager me to be misled
I want you to tie me, bind me,
Gag me, shag me make me your whore
Force feed me your rock of a cock
Let loose your juice in my every hole
And inject your semen deep into my soul
Where are you? Shooting pool like some damn fool?
To scared to renew what we shared?
I need you to abuse me, bruise me
Forcefully screw me
Make my anus scream for your man cream
Ravage my butt I’m your subservient slut
Make me crawl and beg for more
Spill your seed hurt me I plead
If I scream in pain please ignore
Take that as a request for more
But I stand melancholy at the window and wait
Come home I implore
Make my trembling ass sting sore
The ropes and paddles are waiting master
Hourly my heart beats faster
Why don’t you come to me?
Set my lust filled spirit free
Hold me enfold me
Slap me and scold me
I watch at the window, I await my fate
Written by blocat
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I Ain't Dirt Cheap
Not To Be Nitrogen Fixated
Or Even Bacteria Cultivated
But Being Called Dirt Hurts
Though It Could Be Worse
Rhizobia Fizz For Root Energy
Maybe Some Strong Fungi Tea
Or Algae In All It's Complexity
Protozoa In Excreting Creativity
And You Just Dare Call Me Dirt ?
I Got A Place On The Outskirts
For Perverts Who Need To Revert
To Insults In Order To Just Converse
And I Am Averse To Being Coerced
I Got A Shit Slurry Smoothie For Your Dessert !
Or Even Bacteria Cultivated
But Being Called Dirt Hurts
Though It Could Be Worse
Rhizobia Fizz For Root Energy
Maybe Some Strong Fungi Tea
Or Algae In All It's Complexity
Protozoa In Excreting Creativity
And You Just Dare Call Me Dirt ?
I Got A Place On The Outskirts
For Perverts Who Need To Revert
To Insults In Order To Just Converse
And I Am Averse To Being Coerced
I Got A Shit Slurry Smoothie For Your Dessert !
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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Dirty Girl
He Treated Her Like Dirt
He Was A Soil Connoisseur
He Knew Just What She Was
Bottom Feeder Naked Terra
Regenerating All She Touched
Slime Bucket Slurry In A Hurry
To Ferment And To Foment
In The Light Of The Daze Sun
Before Any Could See The Dark
She Loved To Just Loam Around
With The Rich Of The Rich Earth
Laid Back In A Bed Of Red Roses
Indulgent And Be Lovingly Fertilized
By Grand Gardeners Paid To Do So
What Else To Do For A Dirty Girl
She Knew Her Place She Was Soiled
He Was A Soil Connoisseur
He Knew Just What She Was
Bottom Feeder Naked Terra
Regenerating All She Touched
Slime Bucket Slurry In A Hurry
To Ferment And To Foment
In The Light Of The Daze Sun
Before Any Could See The Dark
She Loved To Just Loam Around
With The Rich Of The Rich Earth
Laid Back In A Bed Of Red Roses
Indulgent And Be Lovingly Fertilized
By Grand Gardeners Paid To Do So
What Else To Do For A Dirty Girl
She Knew Her Place She Was Soiled
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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