Poetry competition CLOSED 18th February 2019 3:18pm
WINNER
Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
RUNNER-UP:
slipalong
Beyond Origin
Anonymous
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For those of You who want to read the article and don't want to have to dig:
How Denmark's Heilung Are Creating "Amplified History" With Human Bones, Throat Singing
Experimental folk-metal group talks musical, spiritual quest to conjure primal wildness of Viking age
https://www.revolvermag.com/music/how-denmarks-heilung-are-creating-amplified-history-human-bones-throat-singing
How Denmark's Heilung Are Creating "Amplified History" With Human Bones, Throat Singing
Experimental folk-metal group talks musical, spiritual quest to conjure primal wildness of Viking age
https://www.revolvermag.com/music/how-denmarks-heilung-are-creating-amplified-history-human-bones-throat-singing
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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EQUINOX
When her grandfather
was chief elder,
and blessed his granddaughter,
held high in offering,
spirit voices
of the seven caves
could still be heard
echoing
through the canyon.
Beyond desert yucca stalks,
from pine pitch torches,
moon besets
Scorpio's firebrands
o'er the priestess,
who's onyx eyes blaze,
of what she will consume
and may destroy,
Yellow Woman & Black Panther.
Elder sibling to the Jaguar,
only she remains
from the heresy of its wisdom
on this night of the equinox,
when waters of Pueblo Mesa
spring forth, to flow
and part the cliffs,
to reclaim, to scatter
rattlers from their mounds.
With memories intact,
of those now gone,
on ghost winds of sky riders
generations before,
and the updrafts that carry
kachina prayers & offerings
on their breath
amid sweet cedar smoke
of mesquite sap
and rendered fat.
Her bronze hands filled
with indigo berries of woodbine,
touching the four corners,
the green pain of flint & flesh,
of Red Clay Daughter
and Black Earth Mother,
invoking peyote spells
among the ruins
and the silent Joshua.
was chief elder,
and blessed his granddaughter,
held high in offering,
spirit voices
of the seven caves
could still be heard
echoing
through the canyon.
Beyond desert yucca stalks,
from pine pitch torches,
moon besets
Scorpio's firebrands
o'er the priestess,
who's onyx eyes blaze,
of what she will consume
and may destroy,
Yellow Woman & Black Panther.
Elder sibling to the Jaguar,
only she remains
from the heresy of its wisdom
on this night of the equinox,
when waters of Pueblo Mesa
spring forth, to flow
and part the cliffs,
to reclaim, to scatter
rattlers from their mounds.
With memories intact,
of those now gone,
on ghost winds of sky riders
generations before,
and the updrafts that carry
kachina prayers & offerings
on their breath
amid sweet cedar smoke
of mesquite sap
and rendered fat.
Her bronze hands filled
with indigo berries of woodbine,
touching the four corners,
the green pain of flint & flesh,
of Red Clay Daughter
and Black Earth Mother,
invoking peyote spells
among the ruins
and the silent Joshua.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Anonymous
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Hadda Beat
In
In The
In The Beginning There Was A Point
In The Beginning There Was A Wave
In The Beginning A Point Met A Wave And There Was a Beat
In The Beginning The Beat Spread And There Was A Web
In The Beginning There Was A Web And It Was Language
And The Language Vibrated The Web And Shapes Came Forth
In The Beginning Shapes Came Forth
Shapes Came Forth
A Voice
A Voice Came Forth
And The Voice And Beat Told A Story
A Story That Became Creation
That Became Creation
Soundshapes Hidden In The Web
That Became
Became
Became Lines Of Force
Became Lines Of Force As Runes
Soundshapes Vibrating Together
Joining In The Web
And From The Web They Came
Bound And Woven And Now Twisted
Threads And Strands Dancing To The Beat
To The Beat
Primal
And The Voice Danced With Them
And There Was Creation
And The Light Was Sung From The Darkness
And The Darkness Had A Beat
Had A Beat
Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat
Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat !
In The
In The Beginning There Was A Point
In The Beginning There Was A Wave
In The Beginning A Point Met A Wave And There Was a Beat
In The Beginning The Beat Spread And There Was A Web
In The Beginning There Was A Web And It Was Language
And The Language Vibrated The Web And Shapes Came Forth
In The Beginning Shapes Came Forth
Shapes Came Forth
A Voice
A Voice Came Forth
And The Voice And Beat Told A Story
A Story That Became Creation
That Became Creation
Soundshapes Hidden In The Web
That Became
Became
Became Lines Of Force
Became Lines Of Force As Runes
Soundshapes Vibrating Together
Joining In The Web
And From The Web They Came
Bound And Woven And Now Twisted
Threads And Strands Dancing To The Beat
To The Beat
Primal
And The Voice Danced With Them
And There Was Creation
And The Light Was Sung From The Darkness
And The Darkness Had A Beat
Had A Beat
Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat
Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat !
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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Anonymous
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Echoes of Valhalla
Sounds the horns of ancient tune
Echoes through the halls
Of the Great Valhalla
Warriors at the great hall
gathered from battle grounds
among white-capped mountains
stand together in glory
shining swords and countenances
telling tales of valours
the Valkyries
in flurries of wings
flew again, leading them to Odin
the god in benevolent splendor
listening to tales of them
in the dirges of dying
‘among our brothers
In the arms of our fathers
with pride we gather’
‘we stand with our sisters
guarding our mothers
from rebels of heritage’
‘long shall the hall
of Valhalla
house the souls of warriors’
‘for stand us proud
alive through tales
of bards of yore’
‘stand us here
in the Halls of the Slain
memories sang in sweet refrain’
‘we are of the fallen
led here by Valkyries
to prepare for Ragnarok’
‘in the fields of Vígríðr;
clashes of swords
Man and immortals shall ring’
‘before then shall we
dine together
in the Hall of Valhalla’
For now the gate is closed
where the wolf hangs
and the eagle hovers on.
Echoes through the halls
Of the Great Valhalla
Warriors at the great hall
gathered from battle grounds
among white-capped mountains
stand together in glory
shining swords and countenances
telling tales of valours
the Valkyries
in flurries of wings
flew again, leading them to Odin
the god in benevolent splendor
listening to tales of them
in the dirges of dying
‘among our brothers
In the arms of our fathers
with pride we gather’
‘we stand with our sisters
guarding our mothers
from rebels of heritage’
‘long shall the hall
of Valhalla
house the souls of warriors’
‘for stand us proud
alive through tales
of bards of yore’
‘stand us here
in the Halls of the Slain
memories sang in sweet refrain’
‘we are of the fallen
led here by Valkyries
to prepare for Ragnarok’
‘in the fields of Vígríðr;
clashes of swords
Man and immortals shall ring’
‘before then shall we
dine together
in the Hall of Valhalla’
For now the gate is closed
where the wolf hangs
and the eagle hovers on.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Anonymous
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Camouflage
I sleep with one eye open
head rotated the movement on the frozen tundra
friend or foe a rodent to eswage the hunger
silence to the grey and drab
eyes so keen like lasers pierce and stab
The wolves they chant as the days comence
they feel the religon of its grace
the pack its order its worlds so fierce
wild the nurcher of its family face
bare the teeth growl so statuesque
Cubs that romp and hone there skills
breed the smell of blood and kill
the backyard of the forest floor
yelp and feint to grace the hunt
when it is formed
Graze the reindeer so discreet
ghosts of movements that dance slow beat
the frozen startle crisp and neat
the ballet as like one they turn and flee
the preditor is so hungry that pangs persist
The rut the challenge to the stag
the antlers clash and flesh is gouged
the pretenders season has emerged
they writhe and snort the bout is soon cut short
the victors bellow a first prize at any sport
The bear it prowls and lumber slow
its power to kill with just one blow
game and fish it meal the chosen course
but to bear the sting of the bee to gorge
like humans a honeyed sweet desert is sought
Dormant lies the animal in us
"lord of the flies" that truth disguised
how far removed the cannibal that you despise
the beginning or the ultimate decent from paradise
survival mode would you go down that Darwin road
head rotated the movement on the frozen tundra
friend or foe a rodent to eswage the hunger
silence to the grey and drab
eyes so keen like lasers pierce and stab
The wolves they chant as the days comence
they feel the religon of its grace
the pack its order its worlds so fierce
wild the nurcher of its family face
bare the teeth growl so statuesque
Cubs that romp and hone there skills
breed the smell of blood and kill
the backyard of the forest floor
yelp and feint to grace the hunt
when it is formed
Graze the reindeer so discreet
ghosts of movements that dance slow beat
the frozen startle crisp and neat
the ballet as like one they turn and flee
the preditor is so hungry that pangs persist
The rut the challenge to the stag
the antlers clash and flesh is gouged
the pretenders season has emerged
they writhe and snort the bout is soon cut short
the victors bellow a first prize at any sport
The bear it prowls and lumber slow
its power to kill with just one blow
game and fish it meal the chosen course
but to bear the sting of the bee to gorge
like humans a honeyed sweet desert is sought
Dormant lies the animal in us
"lord of the flies" that truth disguised
how far removed the cannibal that you despise
the beginning or the ultimate decent from paradise
survival mode would you go down that Darwin road
Written by slipalong
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Anonymous
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