Poetry competition CLOSED 7th July 2019 1:45pm
WINNER
Ahavati (Tams)
Ahavati (Tams)
RUNNER-UP:
David_Macleod
Doppelgänger: the DUP Oscars
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Two Spirits One Heart
I see her vision on the wind,
A strength that she herself creates.
A modern soul, two-spirit twin,
Yet very old as soul relates.
The medicine is strong she makes.
I see her vision on the wind,
An offering all for the sake
A shaman’s oath of mind within.
A guiding force to which we pin,
To meet as man and woman both.
I see her vision on the wind,
The natives of two-spirits’ growth.
I’m learning how to mend & reach
The healer, and to practice in
Her dedicated ways to teach.
I see her vision on the wind.
TwoSpirit aka Ahavati:
With her other facets of persona on DU, I want to honor one of them that I feel connected to most, though of course the poem is Ahavati.
For the first several years as a fledgling member, I enjoyed the commonality she and I shared with poetic expressions of indigenous Native American spirituality, stories, tradition & culture. For the opportunity to dedicate, this is what I fall back on which, for me, is a fond & warm place for my words to nest. With renewed affection, ever Jade.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/TwoSpirit/
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Ahavati/
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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finding religion
As she prepares
to handle
her scandal
she agrees
to do me
this solid:
If I ever have dementia
she will come
to where I am
and smother me
with those
gigantic titties
“until you go to Jesus”
A blessing, I told her
“but please,”
I implored,
“do not forget
to baptize me
with the Guadalupe
between your legs”
“I’ll do that first,”
she said
I’M GOING TO HEAVEN!
~this one is for inkerpoet, who infuriates me with just how rude transcendent poetry can be~
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/Inkerpoet/
to handle
her scandal
she agrees
to do me
this solid:
If I ever have dementia
she will come
to where I am
and smother me
with those
gigantic titties
“until you go to Jesus”
A blessing, I told her
“but please,”
I implored,
“do not forget
to baptize me
with the Guadalupe
between your legs”
“I’ll do that first,”
she said
I’M GOING TO HEAVEN!
~this one is for inkerpoet, who infuriates me with just how rude transcendent poetry can be~
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/Inkerpoet/
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/350251-the-ballad-of-the-bard-wae-nae-feet/
This one goes out to David_Macleod for the doppelgänger competition. Why should you read him? Because he is always authentically himself and makes me belly laugh on a regular basis. This is dedication to his whimsical style and to the music that allowed us to meet. I wouldn’t want to do the living without you. Thank you for being an incredible friend.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/David_Macleod/
This one goes out to David_Macleod for the doppelgänger competition. Why should you read him? Because he is always authentically himself and makes me belly laugh on a regular basis. This is dedication to his whimsical style and to the music that allowed us to meet. I wouldn’t want to do the living without you. Thank you for being an incredible friend.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/David_Macleod/
Oh My Stars!
Come gather round
For I’ve stories to tell you
Most profound
You’ve seen her near
All of you where e’er you hear
As she spins
Her laughter swims
And tickles when we hear it
As spirit
I’ve heard her sing
Her pictures in poetry
On the wing
She’s never far
Dancing in our galaxy
Oh my stars!
( for my cosmic daughter, displaying the image I’ll always adore )
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Sky_dancer/
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Systematic Seismology
the man on the mountain
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom does...
affords grace a chance
to alter ignorance
before the whole mountain
caves, destroying everything
~
badmalthus (Harry Rout)
Harry is one of the most spiritual writers on the board. He relates to world politics, economic injustice, and human rights from a wise perspective that permeates readers into thinking twice about their own self-judgments. I am honored to know him as a friend and poet, and highly recommend his works.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/badmalthus/
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom does...
affords grace a chance
to alter ignorance
before the whole mountain
caves, destroying everything
~
badmalthus (Harry Rout)
Harry is one of the most spiritual writers on the board. He relates to world politics, economic injustice, and human rights from a wise perspective that permeates readers into thinking twice about their own self-judgments. I am honored to know him as a friend and poet, and highly recommend his works.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/badmalthus/
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Northern light
From the grey and clagging mist
For in that swirl a glimpse of bliss
Comes my idol poetess
A shaft of script through the fogs morass
Her words indent upon the heart
And spin a web to hold you fast
A view from where the eagle flies
Graceful in the updraught and the dive
With the grit of mother earth
Take you on a trascendental ride
Perspective only Gods have forged
Senses lifted to the clouds
From the forest archetypal echoes
Tales of ancestry tied to tomorrows
Elves and spirits wizened fingers
Inspiration a placenta reborn to linger
Such pros, the clay to shape and mold
Economy of shape and form
Open your mind like the breaking dawn
The facets nature did provide
Uncoved truth like opened blinds
I cannot paraphrase the pleasure
The panoramas and the vistas
Celestial of chiseled words
Sharped from the pen do fall
Eclectic style not mine to ape
To plagiarise a virgin page
Applaud a nordic sage intense
AEMeala 564 a thirst now quenched
For in that swirl a glimpse of bliss
Comes my idol poetess
A shaft of script through the fogs morass
Her words indent upon the heart
And spin a web to hold you fast
A view from where the eagle flies
Graceful in the updraught and the dive
With the grit of mother earth
Take you on a trascendental ride
Perspective only Gods have forged
Senses lifted to the clouds
From the forest archetypal echoes
Tales of ancestry tied to tomorrows
Elves and spirits wizened fingers
Inspiration a placenta reborn to linger
Such pros, the clay to shape and mold
Economy of shape and form
Open your mind like the breaking dawn
The facets nature did provide
Uncoved truth like opened blinds
I cannot paraphrase the pleasure
The panoramas and the vistas
Celestial of chiseled words
Sharped from the pen do fall
Eclectic style not mine to ape
To plagiarise a virgin page
Applaud a nordic sage intense
AEMeala 564 a thirst now quenched
Written by slipalong
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Extraordinary poetry that comes from extraordinary depths. On her DUP home page she notes: ‘About me’ - “sets fire to the rain”. A more apt summary is impossible to write.
