Poetry competition CLOSED 25th June 2019 6:47pm
WINNER
snugglebuck
snugglebuck
RUNNER-UP:
SmilingAndSeething
Threshold of the Imaginary and Reality
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Final Hour
If Heaven demands conversation
who am I to demur in hesitation?
I go to the home of eternal sleep
Light a candle, say a prayer
elevate a soul, blessing to keep
Take my place among the stone
Life before my eyes, sins to atone
The rain in the house of rest
chills my skin, does not relent
Letters of prayer bleed to the ground
I perceive laments that have no sound.
Living water flows downward
I face the sky to listen
to receive what was always mine
This day I am mortal yet celestial
an angel that treads the earth
My day of reckoning is here
I have been found wanting
Forgive now my trespass here and on high
Take my soul with a holy kiss, a perfect sigh
I knew the outcome from the start
Most sacred has no place in human heart
so eternal and corporeal here do part.
who am I to demur in hesitation?
I go to the home of eternal sleep
Light a candle, say a prayer
elevate a soul, blessing to keep
Take my place among the stone
Life before my eyes, sins to atone
The rain in the house of rest
chills my skin, does not relent
Letters of prayer bleed to the ground
I perceive laments that have no sound.
Living water flows downward
I face the sky to listen
to receive what was always mine
This day I am mortal yet celestial
an angel that treads the earth
My day of reckoning is here
I have been found wanting
Forgive now my trespass here and on high
Take my soul with a holy kiss, a perfect sigh
I knew the outcome from the start
Most sacred has no place in human heart
so eternal and corporeal here do part.
Written by inechoingsilence
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Me and Madness
She comes to me suddenly
I can never anticipate
only able to respond
after she’s settled awhile
She is completely unwelcome
yet I cannot send her away
To banish her,I banish myself
For she my madness
though I am not hers.
Sometimes I barely sleep
My mind, uncontrollably
Arranges words, verses
fingers stained with ink
I am merely the conduit
Other times I barely wake
Days pass, with no difference
I am clueless to what I did
Nothing tangible to remind me
I fly so high, then shatter.
She speaks in riddles
I understand her perfectly
Her words are vague, yet
clear to me, it is enough
Why can others not keep up?
It took a while to accept
the frequent visitations
I am not the madness
Yet the madness is me
I can never anticipate
only able to respond
after she’s settled awhile
She is completely unwelcome
yet I cannot send her away
To banish her,I banish myself
For she my madness
though I am not hers.
Sometimes I barely sleep
My mind, uncontrollably
Arranges words, verses
fingers stained with ink
I am merely the conduit
Other times I barely wake
Days pass, with no difference
I am clueless to what I did
Nothing tangible to remind me
I fly so high, then shatter.
She speaks in riddles
I understand her perfectly
Her words are vague, yet
clear to me, it is enough
Why can others not keep up?
It took a while to accept
the frequent visitations
I am not the madness
Yet the madness is me
Written by inechoingsilence
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SEGMENTS OF LOST TIME
Its funny how what we once thought was going to be forever suddenly it becomes apart of our memories till they become apart of our inner imaginations locked away within the deepest part of our minds, even sometimes they have a way to invade your dreams at night bringing you a sleepless night of tears within your eyes giving you an overwhelming feeling that is even harder to explain as the hurt and pain digs deeper into your brain.
But yet with each segment of lost time you lose apart of you that cant be replace as it transcends your thoughts deeper into the very abyss of your darkness were silent tears falls and scars, go unseen as what you feel deep down inside has you blinded by fear and being afraid to trust anyone at there words for at times you even feel invisible and abandoned by this process called love.
For bottom line life is a learning situation as it is full of ups and downs twist and turns and curves for even some folks will come wearing a disguise hidden behind two faces for some will come to you, speaking in tongue with lies of seduction build upon illusions of meaningless words just to get you within a web of turmoil to control you with your own inner fears of segments of lost time and lost love that has said good bye.
But yet with each segment of lost time you lose apart of you that cant be replace as it transcends your thoughts deeper into the very abyss of your darkness were silent tears falls and scars, go unseen as what you feel deep down inside has you blinded by fear and being afraid to trust anyone at there words for at times you even feel invisible and abandoned by this process called love.
For bottom line life is a learning situation as it is full of ups and downs twist and turns and curves for even some folks will come wearing a disguise hidden behind two faces for some will come to you, speaking in tongue with lies of seduction build upon illusions of meaningless words just to get you within a web of turmoil to control you with your own inner fears of segments of lost time and lost love that has said good bye.
Written by Stoney223
(WOLF BAY33)
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REALITY AND REVERIE
REALITY AND REVERIE
My childhood home recurs to my fond mind.
In it l see the start of my delight.
I see the parents who showed me the charm
which our world contains and yields to man.
In it l lived the kindness of the two
who gave me toys at Christmas early dawn
and said that Santa Claus brought them to us
as he loved us so much like their deep love.
I live those moments that can lift me up
to see the Lord with Adam and his Eve
when He brought them to Eden, world of love
and filled them with the joy that pleased their hearts.
I sit with books in front to read for tests
but find myself daydreaming of my house,
of Eden and first parents with their joy
so far from books that wait for me to touch.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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My childhood home recurs to my fond mind.
In it l see the start of my delight.
I see the parents who showed me the charm
which our world contains and yields to man.
In it l lived the kindness of the two
who gave me toys at Christmas early dawn
and said that Santa Claus brought them to us
as he loved us so much like their deep love.
I live those moments that can lift me up
to see the Lord with Adam and his Eve
when He brought them to Eden, world of love
and filled them with the joy that pleased their hearts.
I sit with books in front to read for tests
but find myself daydreaming of my house,
of Eden and first parents with their joy
so far from books that wait for me to touch.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Written by Joseph-Zenieh
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I walk barefoot
I walk barefoot
Garden of concrete
Looks of people
My desire
To see
To feel
What they feel
When home is nowhere near
I walk barefoot
Garden of concrete
Looks of people
My desire
To see
To feel
What they feel
When home is nowhere near
I walk barefoot
Written by OmenisNemo
(Allie)
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Forälskelse
Early morning before the sun sung
the birds to rise
early morning should come no surprise
the veil at its thinnest
what say you then
sing for me
from the shadows
what say you
this fires but an ember
this spark has all but died
catch a falling star then
keep it within a lantern
better that then let it die
what holds you now
close to the lights
refusal to fade
what holds you
wander then
seed of the world tree
find your roots
then wander
are you sure you're ready for this
to dance in the flames
to ascend reignited
are you ready
the birds to rise
early morning should come no surprise
the veil at its thinnest
what say you then
sing for me
from the shadows
what say you
this fires but an ember
this spark has all but died
catch a falling star then
keep it within a lantern
better that then let it die
what holds you now
close to the lights
refusal to fade
what holds you
wander then
seed of the world tree
find your roots
then wander
are you sure you're ready for this
to dance in the flames
to ascend reignited
are you ready
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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A Vivid Dream
Flow the water from the rocks
Bubbling fresh crystal clear
heard whispers from up above
drink the water no turning back
Putting cupped hands forward
it filled up with pearls
spilling down to the ground
bursting into purple blooms
pearls and riches
the voice whispers
they are all yours
accompanied by tears
I saw my beloved
walking across the stream
the forest behind him on fire
I woke with dawn light in my eyes
I knew...he will bring tears
with his laughter
and hurts with his love
and so it did.
Bubbling fresh crystal clear
heard whispers from up above
drink the water no turning back
Putting cupped hands forward
it filled up with pearls
spilling down to the ground
bursting into purple blooms
pearls and riches
the voice whispers
they are all yours
accompanied by tears
I saw my beloved
walking across the stream
the forest behind him on fire
I woke with dawn light in my eyes
I knew...he will bring tears
with his laughter
and hurts with his love
and so it did.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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An Echo of Remembrance
Discordant orchestra
a distant roar of applause
My life's accompanying credits
I'm outside
within a circle of my own
memories
rippling through mists
of recollection
Picking shards of broken
glasses, by the pathway
bleeding hands
yet hope in the heart abounds
for betterment
food on plates
tummy warmly filled
Pride swallowed deep
Wishes chanted
mantra
repeated incessantly
a better life
warmer home
to be held and loved
Instead, they brought in the clown
Life became a long drawn joke
no one laughed
until the comedy of errors
ended.
a distant roar of applause
My life's accompanying credits
I'm outside
within a circle of my own
memories
rippling through mists
of recollection
Picking shards of broken
glasses, by the pathway
bleeding hands
yet hope in the heart abounds
for betterment
food on plates
tummy warmly filled
Pride swallowed deep
Wishes chanted
mantra
repeated incessantly
a better life
warmer home
to be held and loved
Instead, they brought in the clown
Life became a long drawn joke
no one laughed
until the comedy of errors
ended.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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our soul fractals in fusion
my vital serosa
in fluidic & freefalling dreaminess
patinated of unformatted flaccidities
are amoebically flexing figments …transmuting
as shrinking microbe across passing pointed porosities
to gigantic mystical bird flapping as enlarged eternities
in swimmed flights across the abstracting
skies, in uproariously gushing jetstreams
unceasingly singing as scriptless language
yet your orthodoxically frozen
adventitious ligamenting athletic rigidities
are armours deeply alloying with~ within
(s)melting molten flown holy vermilion
in eternal firing sublimities
-our fusing third eye
Written by summultima
(uma)
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Neptune
They say... you hurt the one you love the most
(But I guess I did)
I just don't know, your memory is like a ghost
I live with it every day, always touching me
Something I just can't seem to set free
(Just set it free)
Yesterday, we were like two shooting stars
Until we crashed and burned with so many scars
Today will be tomorrow, tomorrow will be yesterday
It's been hard but we lived... lived through it anyway
You were my Venus, until the moon’s fray
Now I’m stranded here on Mars
Sometimes... I look for you in the stars
But Saturn just seems to get in the way
Maybe it wasn’t our time
I hope Neptune is what you find
With the seasons changing I can’t share my pain
I couldn’t see you suffer even at my own gain
Like the eternal binding of intertwined pledge
Will it be enough to hold me if I get to close to the edge
You were my Venus, until the moon’s fray
Now I’m stranded here on Mars
Sometimes... I look for you in the stars
But Saturn just seems to get in the way
Maybe it wasn’t our time
I hope Neptune is what you find
(But I guess I did)
I just don't know, your memory is like a ghost
I live with it every day, always touching me
Something I just can't seem to set free
(Just set it free)
Yesterday, we were like two shooting stars
Until we crashed and burned with so many scars
Today will be tomorrow, tomorrow will be yesterday
It's been hard but we lived... lived through it anyway
You were my Venus, until the moon’s fray
Now I’m stranded here on Mars
Sometimes... I look for you in the stars
But Saturn just seems to get in the way
Maybe it wasn’t our time
I hope Neptune is what you find
With the seasons changing I can’t share my pain
I couldn’t see you suffer even at my own gain
Like the eternal binding of intertwined pledge
Will it be enough to hold me if I get to close to the edge
You were my Venus, until the moon’s fray
Now I’m stranded here on Mars
Sometimes... I look for you in the stars
But Saturn just seems to get in the way
Maybe it wasn’t our time
I hope Neptune is what you find
Written by buddydog
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The Reply Button
As I get older I feel I’ve become a little more senile,
While I try to be respectful of other people’s views,
I can’t commiserate with cantankerous cunts
Continually calling themselves Christians
Asking me to put myself in others’ shoes.
I was raised conservative but now I’m progressive,
I can also be an asshole so I can spot bullshit a mile away,
I was taught not to be rude but I keep wanting to,
Lord knows I try so I say to myself, I’ll reply another day.
Then I see the crap from idiots posting on my page,
And the rage inside me builds with rhyme and verse,
Like a perverse tirade to be delivered rhetorically,
Metaphorically I sleep on it thinking I have to be diverse.
But somewhere in the middle of the night I wake up,
I can’t remember if my mind’s rant is on the web,
A response to ignorance when fools think they’re cool,
With their “Let.That.Sink.In” quote without flow or ebb.
You want me to walk in your thousand dollar shoes,
Try walking barefoot and for miles, privileged shit,
But Lord knows I try to be civil and understanding,
So I prep poems to fire, lit with ire and ready to spit.
Did I dream again, did I just respond to this “friend”?
Did my outburst really make its way onto my page,
I post poetry promoting peace but to this piece ‘o shite
He likes to light the fuse so please, pardon my rage.
Should I post this ode so the bloke can choke on a chode?
Because right now I’m sleep deprived and I really can’t tell,
Is my imagination getting the best of me? I have to reload,
Or did I just hit the reply button and said go to hell?
While I try to be respectful of other people’s views,
I can’t commiserate with cantankerous cunts
Continually calling themselves Christians
Asking me to put myself in others’ shoes.
I was raised conservative but now I’m progressive,
I can also be an asshole so I can spot bullshit a mile away,
I was taught not to be rude but I keep wanting to,
Lord knows I try so I say to myself, I’ll reply another day.
Then I see the crap from idiots posting on my page,
And the rage inside me builds with rhyme and verse,
Like a perverse tirade to be delivered rhetorically,
Metaphorically I sleep on it thinking I have to be diverse.
But somewhere in the middle of the night I wake up,
I can’t remember if my mind’s rant is on the web,
A response to ignorance when fools think they’re cool,
With their “Let.That.Sink.In” quote without flow or ebb.
You want me to walk in your thousand dollar shoes,
Try walking barefoot and for miles, privileged shit,
But Lord knows I try to be civil and understanding,
So I prep poems to fire, lit with ire and ready to spit.
Did I dream again, did I just respond to this “friend”?
Did my outburst really make its way onto my page,
I post poetry promoting peace but to this piece ‘o shite
He likes to light the fuse so please, pardon my rage.
Should I post this ode so the bloke can choke on a chode?
Because right now I’m sleep deprived and I really can’t tell,
Is my imagination getting the best of me? I have to reload,
Or did I just hit the reply button and said go to hell?
Written by wallyroo92
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