Poetry competition CLOSED 7th July 2019 1:45pm
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Ahavati (Tams)
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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Sweet Grass🌾

( after ImperfectedStone aka Poppy )    
   
( a Sonnet )    
   
I walk an endless mile with fringe that sways,    
The pony beads, their colors, story tells.    
My hair is braided on which sunrise plays,    
And silver cones that jingle just like bells.    
   
I hear the metered drumbeat as life’s clue.    
For prairie fox and birds among the blades,    
A lush great plains sweet grass ablaze with dew;    
The foraging resumes as footstep fades.    
   
It’s all my sanctuary and my friends;    
The sky, the clouds & moon to rest beneath.    
In sagebrush I hear prairie chicken hens,    
I wear, of mustard green & mint, a wreath.    
   
I take my basket filled with where I roam,    
And go back to my home away from home.    
   
   
   
   
   
My tribute to ImperfectedStone aka Poppy Banks

I started to get to know Poppy’s wonderful garden “Rockhollow”, where she lives in England, when we participated in DUP’s NaPoWriMo 2019 through last April.  I became such an ardent follower of the beautifully detailed entries, there was no question in my mind how I would emulate Poppy’s soul-satisfying horticultural series.  And, instead of an English garden, I have transported the reader to a region of the American Great Plains, where the speaker of “Sweet Grass” is my version of Poppy as an Arapaho woman. If you have yet to be introduced to her “Rockhollow” series, do yourself a huge favor and start reading, and be transformed.  —Jade
   
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/ImperfectedStone/    
 
 
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Ahavati
Tams
Tyrant of Words
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Quoth tha DaDa, evermore

metaphorical metafours  
for ( some reason)  
confuscian twilight   
                                  time   
                                          again ?   
A Universal(ly)   
                   twinkle wink o me eye  
                                while darkness (dis)appears  
                                               wit all this   
                                                              finality ,   
                                                then mornin’ rise’n   
                                          as if nothing (no thing)  
                                   happen(stanced)  
                         into the sum of my  
                           shortened life-  
                time being almost over  
          from being anything a’tall  
(The light being too bright to remember the stars  
ye wished upon ( up up and on) )  
 
  a dreaming replica   (of my chyld),   
wit   
          more than this   
                        to be           seen a'gin,   
when aye'm finally gone  
&   
poets a'griev(anced) for such unhappy’daze  
lacking   
    (      of      )   
                me   
 
we'll see.  
we'll see.  
(Won't wee?)  
 
how sincere  
   aye(eye) I say ,    
 
Quoth tha DaDa  
                       evermore ,  
                                           metaphorically  
that be. . .  
 
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn   
Ahavati\\\\\\\\\\\\\\2019////////////   
~  
 
Daniel Kozak  
dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)  
 
Danny is the reason I am here. We met in a poetry group on facebook well over five years ago. I saw one of his posts and was mesmerized by his break from conventional vocabulary as well as form.  He will always be one of my favorite poets here on DU.  He is an iconic legend whose style will remain unmatched in the poetic community.  
 
He is currently battling cancer and heart disease, and I cannot imagine DU without him.   Much Love, Danny.

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/dkzksaxxas_DanielX/
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Fire of Insight
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Transmundane

 
I laugh, and dance throughout the atmosphere,
A spirit borne by light, and wind, and cloud!
I sing a song that men shall never hear,
performing for the universe, uncowed!

No form is fit to house the transmundane,
my essence is pure joy of life itself.  
A fickle sprite, I'm innocently vain,  
I fear no poverty, or covet wealth!  
 
This game, called love, that earth-bound mortals play
seems such a waste of time and energy!  
Their lives so short, then ending in decay,  
a stunning contrast to my reverie!  
 
This passing thought, of mankind’s misery,  
dismissed without intentional disdain,  
as, like the wind, I have no history
to give me pause, or memories of pain!
 
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I confess I wrote this last year; yet, I discovered that The Transmundane does indeed exist among us: She is Sky_dancer!

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/Sky_dancer/

Carpe_Noctem
Tyrant of Words
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She Danced On The Moon


Writer of amazing potential
(I say potential because you keep deleting everything)
spewed it across the written canvas for all to read
your story, emotions and fine perspective
Queen of the metaphor
one of the truly troubled artists
depths so deep you kept hidden
even from me

A beautiful mystery
she got high, danced on the moon
caused havock in the forums
then fucked off never to be found again

Where ever your feet tap and sway
whatever lake you sit beside
I know she's happy

For Miki moondancer wherever she may be

PoetsRevenge
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 30th June 2016
Forum Posts: 749

Game Of Queens (Inspired By Ahavati)

The chess pieces were all in a row,    
intents liked up for the game.  
Whether or not to win was    
the first question,    
Whether or not to take the journey    
was the last.    
   
In the beginning the pawns    
were prepared for slaughter,    
later they saw its purpose in    
relationships to placements    
of higher echelons -    
   
They were the important ones    
despite terminal moves,    
all was fair in a game of no winners    
or losers, only survivors in witness to    
a higher purpose and the learning of it.
   
   
The journey was the absorption of    
all strategies and the mastering of them    
with a prayer for the other side.    
   
In the heat of checkmate, the Queen in    
full view is a player, not merely a piece    
or a member of a board.    
She had watched intently    
her fatherly ascendants    
in order to prepare for this moment,    
to be placed here and to stand alone -    
   
She knew her strength and was not afraid of it,    
she had been a pawn once.
   
   
Her guard was retained in    
placement of her intentions    
to rise above the game,    
the favor of which she had already won,    
and she knew it's secret,    
she was always a step ahead -    
   
The queens were the kingpins    
on which the kingdom hinged;    
they were everything..
   
   
               .....    
   
Inspired by Ahavati's Napowrimo 2019 series which had a powerful presence and a running theme of strength through wisdom gained throughout life.

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/345570-afterward-proverbs-napowrimo-2019/
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Be sure no moth stows away in the lingerie

 
  
I’ve started a scrapbook of places I’ve been to, vicariously, through his slideshow avatar.
   
It’s like a looking glass, and I’ve become an Alice in Wonderland. So where do we go today?  
   
In a gondola?, riding the canals of Venice, followed by our pet hippo ( that we picked up going down the Congo ), with our luggage strapped on its back as he yawns.  
   
Or sailing up the swollen Nile in a dhow he rented from a friend of his from Iraq. To offset the cost, he traded in a yak, so merrily on we went.  How did he manage to keep the mosquitos from biting?  
   
It’s for reasons like these and many more,  
Why it’s always fun to travel with him.  
Everywhere we go, no matter what for,  
There’s no end to the sights of ev’ry whim.  
   
Whether here or there, we’re at the party,  
Or at a county fair, we take first prize.  
And while on a tear, be square, be arty,  
Or on a double dare, eat twice the pies.  
   
The Near, the Middle, and the Far East rocks!  
The North & South, the East & West are best!  
For all your mem’ories, just set your clocks,  
Don’t start to count, just come we’ll do the rest!  
   
   
   
   
My tribute to one of our newer DU members; none other than nomoth😃  
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/nomoth/
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 2nd Feb 2017
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Sonnet Nr.01 — Man of the People

Josh (Joshua Bond)
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For gritty realism with humour, let John take you on a tour of society’s odd-balls, and show you their humanity is ours too. Razor-sharp observance of American cultural crazy-stuff combined with an integrity of collective soul, pressure-washes all lazy assumptions.


Ahavati
Tams
Tyrant of Words
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Jardim  ( A Villanelle )

By my garden gate’s first-light yawn    
reveals entry to the Jardim*
awaiting patiently each dawn    
   
Blue daisy and black-eyed Susan    
misty flowers can scarce be seen    
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn    
   
Rows of pots and trellised arbor    
flora buds in need of weeding    
awaiting patiently each dawn  
   
Calla lilies, peony rose,    
buttercups and hearts a bleeding    
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn    
   
What have I reaped but what was sown;    
beauty emerged from seedlings      
awaiting patiently each dawn  
   
Every evening I dream and long    
for daily blooms and birds' sing-song   
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn  
awaiting patiently each dawn  
~    
   
Josh  
Josh is the King of Form and constantly amazes me with the precision he executes them with.  I have come to love his emergent leadership from a mature perspective, and admire him as an integral member of the Deep Side.    
   
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Josh/
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Dreamlight Friendship

 
 
 
His friendship, like a ribbon of melody  
heard only in quiet nights  
subtle like roses rustling  
as their blooms inhale the wind  
 
it is he that sits under the moon  
revels on the wind upon his face  
grateful for a life though not perfect  
extracting wonder in his every day  
 
he shares no pompous words  
nor does he crave for accolades  
just a right to exhale inhale  
on his own little patch of sun  
 
a caring hello...telepathic touch  
of a kindred spirit  
lift his aloneness a little  
the smile on his lips linger longer  
 
he has the quiet fire of a poet  
an element that symbolises strength  
and he sends flowers  
unpretentious friendship.  
 
 
*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Thought Provoker
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Of wind & rain, birds & you

( a note of ambient sounds )


I hear a random trill
outside my door
and stop
to lean my head back;
strained eyes closed,
both hands slip off my
lap like a
rush of wind,
where a leather journal
lies open; lined paper,
with inkings
that faintly echo
their vignettes:

cicada shiver
in the rooted trees
from their humid shrill
above the swamp.


It’s times like this
when summer’s young,
nothing like it
will become,
when days are
stretched
‘till after ten at night,
and reason
takes its leave
in flight above the
time that now begins,

to let go the sins
of heat that
I’ve been shackled to
as an inmate
who is
determined
to bust out
of prison and pain
like so many
cloudbursts, of rain!

Guards in their towers
don’t see me
as I venture out
stealthily,
only going late at night
when the fevered air
has turned to mist
I’ve blended in,
and won’t be missed.

Though thoughts of you
in southern climes
are often on my mind,
like soothing sounds of
ambient that I never hear,
but I can always feel
as if by touch, a tap
where then I turn
and look back across
the stillness of the
park I always walk.

In time perhaps,
It’s where your words
will find me then.






Written in tribute to Ahavati.


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Josh
Joshua Bond
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Twinned Planet

Josh (Joshua Bond)
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/yelluw_always/
Yelluw_always is one of DUP’s deaf poets - and from that pointed experience of life I have been educated through her poetry to understand humanity with a keener eye. She will do the same for you - if you let her.


Ahavati
Tams
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Late Night Automat

Too many years to count
Had passed
But there she was  
 
In a late night automat  
(isn’t that how it always starts)  
Looking like a painting
Cracked by too much light  
As she sipped her coffee
 
We talked all night  
In the ways of strangers  
Reacquainting, each hoping  
The other understood
What they missed before.  
She was a late-night loner  
Too caffeinated to see  
Beyond her lipstick-stained mug  
 
And me, I needed to feel warm  
 
“So, what do you do now”  
She asked nonchalantly  
I couldn’t say unemployed
Down and out between jobs
I could barely afford the coffee
We shared
I couldn’t take the pity  
Look on her face, again  
“Sales”, I explained  
Like it was an affliction  
A bane in my soul
 
She was gracious  
But knew I was lying  
Also knew deep down  
I would be gone by morning
 
She was still single—
We walked to her place  
Around the corner  
And for a time, I was warm  
Until light shredded the illusion  
Her eyes didn’t sting
Morning mist and dew  
She’d been here before  
Knew the routine  
Fed me good before I left  
 
“Don’t work too hard” she said  
Looking like an old painting
Cracked by too much light  
As she sipped her coffee  
 
Never saw her again after that-  
But heard years later  
She’d married pretty good
I hoped she'd finally found that thing  
I could never give her  
 
We were just too different  
And yet wanted so badly to love  
the other  
~
 
highlyfunctional  
highlyfunctional is one of the more unique poets on DU. His poetry springs from a reservoir of personal experience combined with human discovery and recognition of the human spirit when affected by unrequited love and carnal desire.   While many of his pieces are erotic, many more shadow noir, reflecting those black and white films of mystery, intrigue, and perils of love. Yet the underlying essence is desire for truth, the real deal of a relationship.  
 
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/highlyfunctional/
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