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Poem of the Month - June 2019

Poem-Worm
Poetry Worm
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Poetry Contest

Wait. What?
... that's how you shoud have reacted (Wait. What? People can do that with words.)

It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official facebook page for June 2019!.

You have three weeks to nominate no more than two of you favorite poems from another DUP poet!

Please note the following when making nominations:

1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme.  This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.

2. Please limit your nominations to TWO poems. You can nominate a single poem for two different poets; but the nomination maximum remains at TWO (no matter how many pseudonyms they have).  The majority of competitions on DUP cap nominations at one or two poems so there's no need to go beyond that.

No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!

Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.  

BIG CHANGE:

ALL POETS ARE ELGIBLE AT THIS TIME, INCLUDING PREVIOUS WINNERS!  


Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.

Any nominated member who wishes to opt out of the competition may do so by messaging me ( Poem-Worm ). I will contact the person who nominated you and request an alternate nomination.

Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!

Running list of winners:

January 2019 ... DANIELCHRISTENEN
February 2019 ... SOPHIE_ERICSON
March 2019 ... AUDIOHARLEEA
April 2019 ... FROM THE ASH

November 2017 ... NAAJIR
December 2017 ... POETSPEAK
January 2018 ...      LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February 2018 ...    LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March 2018 ...        TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April 2018 ...           CROWFLY
May 2018 ...            ATOMIKBOMB
June 2018 ...            MISS_SUB (Missy)
July 2018 ...              MEADOWSWEET
August 2018 ...        LAYLA
September 2018 ... COLD FUSION
October 2018 ...       TODSKI28
November 2018 ...   TheMUSE22
December 2018 ...    BENDER

... So, what have you read that's incredible!?

poet Anonymous

You Were my Lover

We did that
It was messy but that's where the lust lay
When the guilt bit hard
You wanted to be friends
We all know that's bullshit
Crash and burn lullaby
Nobody survives that unscathed

Then finally we became nothing
I don't hate you
I don't feel nothing
I don't even want to grudge fuck ya
Remember the old days
Bending you over my work desk
On overtime no less
Getting paid for our sins
That was something

We are a zero sum babe
I don't know if you cheated on me
We were already cheating on someone else
How does that cut
Chop meat that's how
Lovers don't eat rib eye steaks
They drink and grunt and get their freak on
You go home to Joe
Maybe you'll pass me in the gutter
Littered in shame but not sorry


Written by PoetSpeak
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poet Anonymous

Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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The Absence Of.....

   
somewhere between  
the poetic and the pornographic    
we search as sexual beings    
for real connectivity to    
help satisfy and justify the human condition    
something meaningful    
within the dialogue of the species    
something tangible...tethered to a deeper sentiment    
if not a true love    
then a sense of kindredness    
something filled with warmth and familiarity    
existing beyond bedroom politics    
from pillow talk to table talk    
from performing salacious acts in the dark    
to slow walks in the park    
so needy are we in unspoken ways    
we constantly betray ourselves    
claiming independence    
as the greatest lie ever told..sold wholesale    
in twenty minutes or less    
back seated after club hours    
or in nights of ecstasy laced with ecstasy    
or whatever party favors    
that suits the flavor of the evening    
doing too much    
yet it never seems to be enough    
cuz we're just chasing nuts and nothin else    
indulging exotic fetishes    
experimenting with experiences    
never-minding the who    
it's about ability and availability    
objectifying body parts    
while forever remaining famished    
we empty ourselves in more ways than one    
in this fingertip society    
where desires are just an app away delivered Uber style    
in a hop on hop off hook up culture    
we end up as recycled tourists    
in the pleasure museum    
while the purist inside us languishes    
in a sad state of anonymity    
yearning for room to breathe    
   
Written by Naajir
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Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
Palestine 41awards
Joined 2nd Feb 2017
Forum Posts: 1843

The Fan

 
A strange fan letter was in my mailbox today
It was from Iraq but I opened it anyway 

before I read I was curious and wondered 
who still sends letters nowadays I pondered 

the handwriting was tidy and neat 
the punctuation was properly complete 

it read: 

I am your most avid fan 
I always read you when I can 

I very much like your digital art 
and poems about people who fart 

your dark poems are very dark 
I like the one where the dogs just bark 

I am always impressed with your angry rants 
and artwork and poems about elephants 

you work on creatures all great and small 
but you barely mention the camel at all 

are you camelist, or anti-camel 
are you phobic about spitting tooth enamel 

Have you consigned camels to the garbage dump 
I am so full of rage, indeed, I’ve got the hump 

and this could even come to blows 
as you only reference is to camel toes 

camels are not well represented 
nor in a glowing light presented 

I implore you to fix this mistake 
this badly written poetic piss take 

camels are clever, camels are cute 
they are witty and wise and always astute 

they can temptingly flutter their eyelashes 
and carry heavy weights in camel race dashes 

they are hard working and so versatile 
there’s nothing lovelier when camels smile 

I certainly have no axe to grind 
but you’re driving me out of my mind 

so in future in this age of mammals 
please make sure you are kind to camels 

Signed: 

Your Faithfull Servant 
Ali Ba-ba The Camel 

P.s. I don’t send emails or texts as I don’t have opposable thumbs and my hooves are cloven. I am only able to smeeshe keyboards but can fit a pen between my camel toes. 
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
Palestine 41awards
Joined 2nd Feb 2017
Forum Posts: 1843

The Beauty in Her Strength

Her body was a ruin
time's havoc in plain sight

Her heart a vault
victim to ages of pillaging

Her mind a hospital
tending to injured thoughts

But her soul remained fresh
braving the world with a lover's patience
Written by delanee
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Bluefall44
Kera Daniels
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 20th May 2019
Forum Posts: 6

Innocence

It hurts you again and again
making you wonder where it began.
At times its loud,
at times its proud,
at times its broken
but those times are unspoken.
Its innocent,
but not for long.
It grows up
and learns the wrong.
In the end,
there is no friend...
just the pain
that drives you insane.
Written by Bluefall44 (Kera Daniels)
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

In Every Step the Universe is Born – Sonnet Twenty-Eight

In every step the universe is born,
Yet every next brings everything’s destroy.
The grief of every fleeting moment worn
Is like a dream that every grief employs.

The mind contains the all of every’ shown,
Through every place and every time to NOW
And every sense that we have ever known,
Has only in our minds found its endow.

As Buddha found, in sufferings’ dismay,
That only “self” claims sufferings’ enthrall,
So “self” disowned brings sufferings’ allay,
So “no self” is a path that frees us all.

“No self, no suffering:” the dharma seems
To bring “know self, know suffering’s” redeem.

Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada 21awards
Joined 27th Dec 2017
Forum Posts: 540

Eden


Rich be the soil in Lust's sacred garden       From his sweet Eden's lips -            
in salutation and complacency of            
his idolatry and worship:            
gracious chimes her            
praise of glory otherworldly            
Annexed and twined in their          
banquet of of sweet loves rapture;            
salacity surrendered in meadows            
of carnality - as one: they weld              
Derivative of their abounding pleasure:        
amongst their artistry of        
sins -  to fruition comes a lush crescendo    
of bountiful blessings        
Rich then becomes their harvest in            
Lust's sacred garden
Written by PandoraUnleashed
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LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada 21awards
Joined 27th Dec 2017
Forum Posts: 540

Beneath Luna and the Stars

                 
Collide with me as if a cluster of the most luminescent of stars                           
Like the moon eclipses the sun;                     conceal my body beneath yours as I also hide of your being within                            
Bathe with me in the the solace and tranquility beneath that nighttime sky;         to make of it __ ours                          
Oh, dear Luna; the light in which our inquisitive journey is lit                          
Our aura to be seen as we lay on God's green earth below;                            
twinkling and omniscient to her sky above   Conspire with me to create galaxies out of sweet loves ecstasy and primal, the same   So much so, as we align; pleasures sound forth to Heaven above....  
That place from which the sun, moon and stars themselves hang
Written by PandoraUnleashed
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poet Anonymous

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poet Anonymous

You Make Me Feel

Wanton winds whisper on satin sheets
      and I think of you badly
I yearn for you crazily
       passionately in wanting
       obsessively in needing
       lustfully I dream of you
with your delicate fingertips all over
        my chapters
        in search of a dying
        faith's happy endings  
Every night I wait for you to come to me
So I can let you taste the truth of me
an emotion deep inside your heart
       lingering softly,
       whispering secretly  
       your pretty name
Alone, you are in my thoughts
your spirit's in my every breath
       you have crawled into my heart
       and rocked me ever patiently off to sleep
Oh how I crave your scent on my pillow,
Oh to feel the warmth of your soul on my skin.
      savor a kiss from your moist lips,
      have your hair cascade upon my chest.
Heaven is speaking loudly my angel
     but the only thing I know baby
     you're the one that makes me feel
Written by JusTim_
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
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Let Poetry Define Its Own Inspire – Sonnet Six

Let poetry define its own inspire
With words that convolute their standard mean.
For poets must in simple words conspire
To bring to life a world that’s never seen.
 
For how can love be like a red, red rose,
For how can life in coffee spoons be weighed,
For how can petals' silk or sea shells pose,
For guise of wanton gift of love’s purvey?
 
For certainly this challenge has me fraught,
For certainly my lusting I would share,
In verse that seems of other meaning sought,
That seems to catch the reader unaware.
 
So please, dear reader, seek between my lines,
My seek of deeper shares in love's confines.
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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poet Anonymous

The Shining { A Message to My Daughter }

     
     
listen to the man in front of you      
not your girlfriends      
or the ghosts of boyfriends past      
or the voice in your head      
feeding you ideologies of what a man should be      
listen to the man in front of you      
     
...      
     
take a step back from the fire      
for a moment      
see him for who he is      
not for what you want him to be      
or what you think his potential could be      
     
...      
     
listen..      
then watch how he moves      
that is the comparison you should be making      
peep the energy he keeps around him      
the kind of things he entertains      
his ...extravagances      
check for self discipline and character      
his level of accountability      
what kind of life is he building?      
is it a vision or a delusion?      
do not confuse his education with intellect      
or his strength with resolve      
same goes for you      
     
..      
     
take time for some honest self analysis      
examine your pros and cons      
your needs and your wants      
where your life is headed and is he a compatible fit      
review your behavior      
and his response to your behavior      
then and ask yourself      
what was it that drew you to this man      
and what is it that keeps you drawn to this man      
     
...      
     
is it a relationship      
you are cultivating with him?      
are you trying to relate to him?      
or is it strictly about how he makes you feel?      
in what context do you want him?      
     
...      
     
once again      
back away from the fire      
     
..      
     
separate how you feel about him      
and what doesn't feel right      
and what you know for sure      
     
...      
     
remember      
love doesn't give a fuck about logic      
use your intellect and intuition      
to help guide your heart      
cuz with or without this man in front of you      
your soul is always going to be      
your own responsibility      
do you have a fundamental      
love for yourself?      
     
...      
     
if you're the grown woman      
you claim to be      
then take responsibility for your life      
cuz beyond all the advice      
beyond all the emotional support      
you're going to have to carry the weight      
of your decisions all by yourself      
     
...      
     
     
once again      
do you have a fundamental      
love for yourself?      
     
...      
     
just know this  
when you get off the phone  
when you turn off the laptop      
turn off the lights and close your eyes      
your truth always will be there waiting for you      
shining in the darkness      
     
...      
     

 
Written by Naajir
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