Poetry competition CLOSED 8th June 2019 10:58am
WINNER
ReggiePoet (Reggie)
ReggiePoet (Reggie)
RUNNERS-UP:
Tardegrade
and PhantomPhace
Page:
Blake-a-thon
Anonymous
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Where to next?
Where to next?
To love the world, the whole world,
Every inch and crevice
I abandoned, I skimmed over,
Now that I’ve returned.
I never loved the world before.
First I stood outside;
Now I stand within.
Feel the wind through every cell
And let it break you
With no barrier,
No wanting,
Only moving, taking in.
No distance – now you’re in the middle
Spinning in
The center of the whirlwind,
Bearing the severance,
Forgetting rememberance,
Letting everything come and go.
In this whirlwind we don’t speak,
We don’t think, we don’t act,
We only dance. We only dance
Through every alley, weave a thread
Of gold until the whole wide world’s
Ensnared.
This state – no fear.
Death is ’round the corner
But we keep dancing here.
The desert sands are myriads of colors,
Melting, glistening, and dancing around you.
Nothing stays in place, it always moves,
In perfect coordination.
It is you, your mind’s creation,
A reflection.
Why to look within
When you can look without
And see all of yourself?
Every song becomes its fullness;
Words have disappeared.
Words are notes, and all is music,
Poetry, a flow.
I could talk about the details all forever;
Truly I don’t know
What land I’m walking in;
I don’t ask myself that, no.
06/22/11
To love the world, the whole world,
Every inch and crevice
I abandoned, I skimmed over,
Now that I’ve returned.
I never loved the world before.
First I stood outside;
Now I stand within.
Feel the wind through every cell
And let it break you
With no barrier,
No wanting,
Only moving, taking in.
No distance – now you’re in the middle
Spinning in
The center of the whirlwind,
Bearing the severance,
Forgetting rememberance,
Letting everything come and go.
In this whirlwind we don’t speak,
We don’t think, we don’t act,
We only dance. We only dance
Through every alley, weave a thread
Of gold until the whole wide world’s
Ensnared.
This state – no fear.
Death is ’round the corner
But we keep dancing here.
The desert sands are myriads of colors,
Melting, glistening, and dancing around you.
Nothing stays in place, it always moves,
In perfect coordination.
It is you, your mind’s creation,
A reflection.
Why to look within
When you can look without
And see all of yourself?
Every song becomes its fullness;
Words have disappeared.
Words are notes, and all is music,
Poetry, a flow.
I could talk about the details all forever;
Truly I don’t know
What land I’m walking in;
I don’t ask myself that, no.
06/22/11
Written by PhantomPhace
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The Unknown
To gaze
In wonderment
The universe
Through a microscope
The vastness of the unseen
We clamber
To know about space
Thinking our knowledge will be complete
Only to find we are an organism
Multiplying blindly in the dark
In wonderment
The universe
Through a microscope
The vastness of the unseen
We clamber
To know about space
Thinking our knowledge will be complete
Only to find we are an organism
Multiplying blindly in the dark
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Cycles
Universal strings
So small make mighty sound
Bringing life to everything
So fragile and profound
Tying tides to tide lines
Mooring months to Moon
Linking lives to lifetimes
In a quantum coded tune
The melody is lost
For lack of proper scale
The harmony a mystery
In each microcosmic cell
A star is born
Spreading light to galaxies
A supernova neuron
Fires the brain within a flea
Everything forever
Even you and me
Cycles spinning circles
Into infinity.
So small make mighty sound
Bringing life to everything
So fragile and profound
Tying tides to tide lines
Mooring months to Moon
Linking lives to lifetimes
In a quantum coded tune
The melody is lost
For lack of proper scale
The harmony a mystery
In each microcosmic cell
A star is born
Spreading light to galaxies
A supernova neuron
Fires the brain within a flea
Everything forever
Even you and me
Cycles spinning circles
Into infinity.
Written by Tardegrade
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Once soon
Teardrops are the melting polar caps
Oceans wrapped in clingfilm twice
Dandelion clock is ticking
Seeds of DNA's pretensions
A spiral of the world collapsing
Praying mantis has no faith
Insectacide has sealed it fate
Ground to hot for bare foot dancers
Bathe in waters steaming effervescence
A folicle and hair washing down the plug
The electron microscope its power cut
Put on the cap of dunce
Microcosm's of what we had once
Oceans wrapped in clingfilm twice
Dandelion clock is ticking
Seeds of DNA's pretensions
A spiral of the world collapsing
Praying mantis has no faith
Insectacide has sealed it fate
Ground to hot for bare foot dancers
Bathe in waters steaming effervescence
A folicle and hair washing down the plug
The electron microscope its power cut
Put on the cap of dunce
Microcosm's of what we had once
Written by slipalong
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Orbital Chagrin
I am a big ass bag of carbons and oxygen
all wet behind the ears constantly…..
consistently,
much to my chagrin
I am also electrical ions,
atoms less protons, neutrons
now, a magnetron
awaiting a place to be useful
to uplift another Frequency to
their optimum health
and raise their vibration
thereby, helping Gaia
No searches for Ham radio’d
messages cryptic and silent
rather, I will choose
kindness, here
over correctness
over definition
over. . . .
I continue as a charged
Frequency
with peopled system names
However,
I have ever existed as a star
or star-stuff (dust)
heated
hot
full of flames
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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Be Not
Be not Grains of Sand to see for Time holds not Infinity, our
Hands may grasp Eternity, our Life is short upon this World.
Be not Doves and Pigeons burdened, break the Cage, release the Birds, when
Only then, birdsong be heard and Angel’s Wings shall be uncurled!
Cages on which wrath incurred and into Hell we should he hurled!
Heaven’s Rage shall be unfurled!
Be not Starving Dogs’ prostration pour out shame upon our Nation
Offer them divine oblation, feasting at their Master’s Gate!
End the selfish man’s predation, Suff’ring Wolves howl out damnation
Leave to God nature’s legation, Heaven chooses nature’s fate!
Canines rue not mans’ relation, It’s our lot to treat them straight!
Heaven’s Will we must Au Fait!
Proffer not puritanism, nor the rich men’s criticism
On the poor like aphorisms, Misery from selfish spite!
Do not yield to pragmatism, hateful detached stoicism
Poor Folk need our optimism, Goodness to all men forthright!
Defeat the seed of cynicism, Hopeless folk need love and light!
Purge all poverty from sight!
Hands may grasp Eternity, our Life is short upon this World.
Be not Doves and Pigeons burdened, break the Cage, release the Birds, when
Only then, birdsong be heard and Angel’s Wings shall be uncurled!
Cages on which wrath incurred and into Hell we should he hurled!
Heaven’s Rage shall be unfurled!
Be not Starving Dogs’ prostration pour out shame upon our Nation
Offer them divine oblation, feasting at their Master’s Gate!
End the selfish man’s predation, Suff’ring Wolves howl out damnation
Leave to God nature’s legation, Heaven chooses nature’s fate!
Canines rue not mans’ relation, It’s our lot to treat them straight!
Heaven’s Will we must Au Fait!
Proffer not puritanism, nor the rich men’s criticism
On the poor like aphorisms, Misery from selfish spite!
Do not yield to pragmatism, hateful detached stoicism
Poor Folk need our optimism, Goodness to all men forthright!
Defeat the seed of cynicism, Hopeless folk need love and light!
Purge all poverty from sight!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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paradigms
But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound
the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to
confound the things which are mighty. I Cor. 1:27 (KJV)
for a little word shall the bigot slay,
as the ant that fells the elephant.
diminutive seeds, like the dust made clay,
shall suffice a universe of want.
every fallen tear, like the salty seas,
shall transport my woes far, far away,
for each breath i take in an instant flees
to the bellows of eternity.
cunning spiders’ webs, like the snares of men,
weave us silken threads of borrowed time;
sipping of the inks of their potent yen
makes us victims of rash paradigms.
does profoundness rule in a babe’s first cry
or the world conclude at first-nightfall?
does a cadence pass for a symphony
or the flaws of men drip protocol?
breathes all of my life in a single breath,
for tomorrow’s dreams live but today.
as i die to self, i defeat my death:
love has purchased my eternity.
© Copyright 2019 June 05
the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to
confound the things which are mighty. I Cor. 1:27 (KJV)
for a little word shall the bigot slay,
as the ant that fells the elephant.
diminutive seeds, like the dust made clay,
shall suffice a universe of want.
every fallen tear, like the salty seas,
shall transport my woes far, far away,
for each breath i take in an instant flees
to the bellows of eternity.
cunning spiders’ webs, like the snares of men,
weave us silken threads of borrowed time;
sipping of the inks of their potent yen
makes us victims of rash paradigms.
does profoundness rule in a babe’s first cry
or the world conclude at first-nightfall?
does a cadence pass for a symphony
or the flaws of men drip protocol?
breathes all of my life in a single breath,
for tomorrow’s dreams live but today.
as i die to self, i defeat my death:
love has purchased my eternity.
© Copyright 2019 June 05
Written by cabcool
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The Constellations
I dreamt that I chased the clouds away,
With a simple gust of wind from my lips,
And all the storm clouds disappeared,
With a simple wave from my fingertips.
But as the sun was coming through,
It started to fade and then died out,
As if it’s time had finally come,
When suddenly the light gave out.
And after the star withered away,
The sky became the dark of space,
Revealing the rest of the Milky Way,
And other galaxies I could retrace.
The constellations became clear,
Like childhood sketches drawn in red,
On a pinwheel of early days gone,
Images that no words can ever be said.
And I stood there in awe of the scenery,
I witnessed a billion years before my eyes,
Yet not one living soul seemed to notice,
The constellations right above our skies.
I dreamt that I chased the clouds away,
With a simple gust of wind from my lips,
And all the storm clouds disappeared,
With a simple wave from my fingertips.
But as the sun was coming through,
It started to fade and then died out,
As if it’s time had finally come,
When suddenly the light gave out.
And after the star withered away,
The sky became the dark of space,
Revealing the rest of the Milky Way,
And other galaxies I could retrace.
The constellations became clear,
Like childhood sketches drawn in red,
On a pinwheel of early days gone,
Images that no words can ever be said.
And I stood there in awe of the scenery,
I witnessed a billion years before my eyes,
Yet not one living soul seemed to notice,
The constellations right above our skies.
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