Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd June 2019 10:30am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
Orc_Pirate_68
Shipwrecked
Anonymous
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In the Deep
He wrote, “I am the captain of my soul!”
But Henley steered a much more noble helm!
The schooner that I steer tacks near sheol
My soul has foundered in this murky realm!
Most fearful dreams appear here in the deep
Where, undisturbed, malignant spirits lie
The secrets of the sea, forever sleep
Unseen, except by lost and damn’ed eyes
My fate was bought and sealed so long ago
And naught can change it now, unless by chance
My soul, by favored winds who deign to blow
Reprieve my way, may lift my circumstance!
Once overwhelmed by doubt and ghastly fears
Shall I evade the place of wrath and tears?
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Anonymous
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qumran
throwing fists down my throat,
down the spine to the boards,
scrambling to grab by the scruff of the neck
my slow burial; excavating
some idea of an immortal gestalt
that I had no skill
or say in configuring
though would sell for a penny.
so gladly
and it’s
as if these hands on this core would be a conclusion;
a destination to debark:
from this view of a coward's island
I am the Arctic and Antarctic’s only one
and its breaking me to know
they are no longer the horizon
by which i can navigate
I've no means to board up the leaks,
no foghorn blows: so let the crash happen
down the spine to the boards,
scrambling to grab by the scruff of the neck
my slow burial; excavating
some idea of an immortal gestalt
that I had no skill
or say in configuring
though would sell for a penny.
so gladly
and it’s
as if these hands on this core would be a conclusion;
a destination to debark:
from this view of a coward's island
I am the Arctic and Antarctic’s only one
and its breaking me to know
they are no longer the horizon
by which i can navigate
I've no means to board up the leaks,
no foghorn blows: so let the crash happen
Written by nomoth
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Anonymous
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Orca
A gutted ship's hull lists,
dragged into a roiling sea
filled with blue-glass shark fins,
leaving entrails of fever through
depths of eternal night,
the oil-slick surface,
shifting mottled moonlight
on coral reefs calcified against
the leaves of bodies that drift by,
sinking, to disappear into
canyon fissures deeper than the
shadows of heaven can reach,
pods of whales cruise overhead
giving off their eerie cries,
baleful orgasmic moans
as they claim their take
from the debauch of a hunt.
The moon reaches its apex
over the battlements,
deceptive silence belies
the solitude of a killing
during an orca night.
dragged into a roiling sea
filled with blue-glass shark fins,
leaving entrails of fever through
depths of eternal night,
the oil-slick surface,
shifting mottled moonlight
on coral reefs calcified against
the leaves of bodies that drift by,
sinking, to disappear into
canyon fissures deeper than the
shadows of heaven can reach,
pods of whales cruise overhead
giving off their eerie cries,
baleful orgasmic moans
as they claim their take
from the debauch of a hunt.
The moon reaches its apex
over the battlements,
deceptive silence belies
the solitude of a killing
during an orca night.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Whydah 1717
Wind and waves which sang, before,
and drove our ship to foreign shores,
have tossed our stern, aft, to and fro
as tangled riggings dive below.
O’ come along , a siren’s song
beckoned on the rocks, in throngs
of mangled marble, granite teeth,
to tear our hull, sheaf from sheaf .
“Mercy, Lord!” our voices go’ed
within the eddy’s tidal flow
of lashing swells, a-hurricane—
ah, Whydah Gally, was her name.
Through snapping mast and creaking groan,
the laden belly found its home
in sandy shoals, a-capsized, south ;
golden coins in fishes’ mouths.
And now we sigh, pirate’s lament,
for in the storm our souls have rent
and tore our lives each way, asunder;
scattere’d us among our plunder.
Ahoy and ‘ho, in Providence’s ways—
‘Whydo, ‘Whydo’s lives, we gave.
(True story of the pirate ship Whydah , which sank in a hurricane in 1717 off the coast of Wellfleet MA)
https://www.discoverpirates.com/
Wind and waves which sang, before,
and drove our ship to foreign shores,
have tossed our stern, aft, to and fro
as tangled riggings dive below.
O’ come along , a siren’s song
beckoned on the rocks, in throngs
of mangled marble, granite teeth,
to tear our hull, sheaf from sheaf .
“Mercy, Lord!” our voices go’ed
within the eddy’s tidal flow
of lashing swells, a-hurricane—
ah, Whydah Gally, was her name.
Through snapping mast and creaking groan,
the laden belly found its home
in sandy shoals, a-capsized, south ;
golden coins in fishes’ mouths.
And now we sigh, pirate’s lament,
for in the storm our souls have rent
and tore our lives each way, asunder;
scattere’d us among our plunder.
Ahoy and ‘ho, in Providence’s ways—
‘Whydo, ‘Whydo’s lives, we gave.
(True story of the pirate ship Whydah , which sank in a hurricane in 1717 off the coast of Wellfleet MA)
https://www.discoverpirates.com/
Anonymous
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Love in Atlantis
Forget New York City
London Venice or Paris
If you’re searching for love
You need visit Atlantis
Somewhere below the warm sea
Dwells a romantic metropolis
Where love blooms eternally
Within a protective acropolis
Where tender hearts never break
Despite the perils of passion
For fidelity still has a place
In this refuge of devotion
When I was shipwrecked sailor
I found true love in this city
After lovely aquatic angels
Appeared and rescued me
Then I fell with a particular
Pretty submariner cherub
But decided to resurface
To say goodbye to my parents
But alas, I could not find
My way back to Atlantis
Where my true love still waits
With loyalty and patience
So, when I finally come to pass
I am to be buried at sea
That I might return to Atlantis
Where my sweet angel waits for me
London Venice or Paris
If you’re searching for love
You need visit Atlantis
Somewhere below the warm sea
Dwells a romantic metropolis
Where love blooms eternally
Within a protective acropolis
Where tender hearts never break
Despite the perils of passion
For fidelity still has a place
In this refuge of devotion
When I was shipwrecked sailor
I found true love in this city
After lovely aquatic angels
Appeared and rescued me
Then I fell with a particular
Pretty submariner cherub
But decided to resurface
To say goodbye to my parents
But alas, I could not find
My way back to Atlantis
Where my true love still waits
With loyalty and patience
So, when I finally come to pass
I am to be buried at sea
That I might return to Atlantis
Where my sweet angel waits for me
Written by snugglebuck
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Anonymous
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storms and squalls
Is what we had, who we now are
The diamonds tide sparkle hide the clouds
The storm beyond horizons curve
The brig it claims calm sea
But tenticles of doubt reach out from the deep
And drags regard out of its chained keep
The steadfast anchor holding fast
That slipping like seaweed from your grasp
That was so strong to feel its collapse
Waves that crash, dash rays of hope
The deluge of feelings swamped the bare soul
And scream at the clouds when you dreams have eloped
A privateer he plundered from your heart
The peaks disturbed synoptic chart
Drenched with passion no end and no start
The rocks tear at the keel
The treasure sank in fathoms deep
Neptune's gain that wreck so breached
For calm bring the spirit reborn
Storm the veil a life to cut and fall
And then be reunited after all
And then become the breaking dawn
Like Halcyon and Cerex in the spray unites
The iridescent Kingfisher to flash before the eyes
The diamonds tide sparkle hide the clouds
The storm beyond horizons curve
The brig it claims calm sea
But tenticles of doubt reach out from the deep
And drags regard out of its chained keep
The steadfast anchor holding fast
That slipping like seaweed from your grasp
That was so strong to feel its collapse
Waves that crash, dash rays of hope
The deluge of feelings swamped the bare soul
And scream at the clouds when you dreams have eloped
A privateer he plundered from your heart
The peaks disturbed synoptic chart
Drenched with passion no end and no start
The rocks tear at the keel
The treasure sank in fathoms deep
Neptune's gain that wreck so breached
For calm bring the spirit reborn
Storm the veil a life to cut and fall
And then be reunited after all
And then become the breaking dawn
Like Halcyon and Cerex in the spray unites
The iridescent Kingfisher to flash before the eyes
Written by slipalong
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antagony
an ant afloat
aloft a leaf
sucked by the oceanpull
clung to his boat
for sweet relief
his racing heart fear-full
with twirls and turns
and somersaults
the vessel stayed its course
while fixed astern
true to a fault
ant faith was none the worse
his legs held fast
with all their might
although insane the tide
no slight bomb blast
nor day nor night
could pluck him, for the pride
of captain ant
put to the test
would keep him safe and sound
till triumphant
o’er leaf arrest
his feet kissed solid ground
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aloft a leaf
sucked by the oceanpull
clung to his boat
for sweet relief
his racing heart fear-full
with twirls and turns
and somersaults
the vessel stayed its course
while fixed astern
true to a fault
ant faith was none the worse
his legs held fast
with all their might
although insane the tide
no slight bomb blast
nor day nor night
could pluck him, for the pride
of captain ant
put to the test
would keep him safe and sound
till triumphant
o’er leaf arrest
his feet kissed solid ground
© Copyright 2019 March 16
Written by cabcool
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