Poetry competition CLOSED 7th July 2019 1:45pm
WINNER
Ahavati (Tams)
Ahavati (Tams)
RUNNER-UP:
David_Macleod
Doppelgänger: the DUP Oscars
footfalls
she dreams
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If any balance exists
it lies not beneath
nor above her-
but, in the second hand
of each breath she exhales
between life and death
lies footfalls
she plants each with grace
and ineffable beauty of spirit
an example to us all
of how to carry on
~
Jemac
'JeJe' is a quite, graceful writer sharing her hopes, desires, fears, and dreams from the tragedy of past experience. Despite the pain of life, she walks in beauty and grace, sharing each footfall through poetry.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/jemac/
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If any balance exists
it lies not beneath
nor above her-
but, in the second hand
of each breath she exhales
between life and death
lies footfalls
she plants each with grace
and ineffable beauty of spirit
an example to us all
of how to carry on
~
Jemac
'JeJe' is a quite, graceful writer sharing her hopes, desires, fears, and dreams from the tragedy of past experience. Despite the pain of life, she walks in beauty and grace, sharing each footfall through poetry.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/jemac/
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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R
A rose with petals of titanium
Her bloody thorns tiny daggers
ripped my flesh, elevated me
I kneel, and know she is my love
Her bloody thorns tiny daggers
ripped my flesh, elevated me
I kneel, and know she is my love
Written by inechoingsilence
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deliberately aimless
Deliberately aimless
Not just in the current city where my
domicile of choice exists but also towns
small with one or two main streets, I
love to roam and visit the wholeness
of the entire city so that I might feel
experience and know its culture &
peoples.
No decisions made as to where or
when to act upon the where only to
immerse myself by interacting with
the awakening hustle and bustle of
a place where everyone knows
everyone and everyone’s business.
I am the Flaneur Gook who now
everyone is gossiping about
not just in my small city but in
everywhere - small town.
I’ve have been reading / following oskar for nearly a decade
& his subtle wit and humor in his ink has captured me
to a point where I wish I could share his ink with everyone!
AND what is up with his #themes??!! Love them though I do
not understand the choices.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/oskar/
Not just in the current city where my
domicile of choice exists but also towns
small with one or two main streets, I
love to roam and visit the wholeness
of the entire city so that I might feel
experience and know its culture &
peoples.
No decisions made as to where or
when to act upon the where only to
immerse myself by interacting with
the awakening hustle and bustle of
a place where everyone knows
everyone and everyone’s business.
I am the Flaneur Gook who now
everyone is gossiping about
not just in my small city but in
everywhere - small town.
I’ve have been reading / following oskar for nearly a decade
& his subtle wit and humor in his ink has captured me
to a point where I wish I could share his ink with everyone!
AND what is up with his #themes??!! Love them though I do
not understand the choices.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/oskar/
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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Seraphic Dragon
a Dragon of DUP
wilder than a hurricane
Sexy Intelligent Free
Fearless Brilliantly
Insane!
Autistic
Prolific
spilling
colorful
Quips
Sapiosexual
Pornosexual
no topic off
the list
Drop Dead Gorgeous
Smart sense
& sense of humor
Sky_dancer
dances and tackles
all poetic forms
Quick quirky quiet
quietly loves to flirt
Quintessential queue
Kindness not inert
Two-edged sword
a samurai of words
Seraphic Dragon
breathes searing
loving while hot
the lines, they blur
***********************************************
I am not very adept to writing like many Poets here
let alone, The Cosmic Dragon, and so, this is my Tribute
to Her, Her kindness, support and challenges to me to
write and often spill out of my comfort zone.
& so I spill this for Sky_dancer
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Sky_dancer/
wilder than a hurricane
Sexy Intelligent Free
Fearless Brilliantly
Insane!
Autistic
Prolific
spilling
colorful
Quips
Sapiosexual
Pornosexual
no topic off
the list
Drop Dead Gorgeous
Smart sense
& sense of humor
Sky_dancer
dances and tackles
all poetic forms
Quick quirky quiet
quietly loves to flirt
Quintessential queue
Kindness not inert
Two-edged sword
a samurai of words
Seraphic Dragon
breathes searing
loving while hot
the lines, they blur
***********************************************
I am not very adept to writing like many Poets here
let alone, The Cosmic Dragon, and so, this is my Tribute
to Her, Her kindness, support and challenges to me to
write and often spill out of my comfort zone.
& so I spill this for Sky_dancer
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Sky_dancer/
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/jemac
Jemac’s poetry speaks to me of the very human journey through life’s ups and downs, charting spirited responses to each event along the way. Her poems cut unsuspectingly deep into the human soul.
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/JohnnyBlaze/
I find Johnny Blaze’s poetry combines surprise and straight-talking with a sense of feet-on-the-ground and a subtle undercurrent of the ephemeral nature of things.
“Make Way for the Living”: song by Harry Manx.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsUdkm-q0lM
Nattdans med himleni (Inlak'esh beautiful one)
(1)Dawn
You are the very light that welcomes
weary travellers
those that have strayed from the path
unto darkness, that fearful unknown
Those journeys walked
are the individuals steps to walk alone
You had said
All we can, is but shine for them
perhaps, bright enough to guide them
Home if they so desire
to feel again 'source', warmth... Connected
Go now
You had said
be that shining beacon, little bird.. fly
or had you forgotten those questions
in the ethereal pool
Remember what it means
to play the illuminaries
Little bird don't cry, next time we meet
it will be 'I' that is holding 'you'
(2)Reflections
Descending
through Cassiopias wispy hair strands
acceleration lightening speed
quickening pace
leveling out
slipped through
even andromedas fingertips
What the soul promised on that day,
when time herself awoke conscious
that ancient of pacts became broken
The wings removed from both parties
Fading memories..
Flash?
Pain?
Ash?
Fallen
Fall
Falling
how long has this gone
Days, weeks, months
Countless millennia
A million stars shoot past
as if in farewell
(3) Rise
Look
how bright that one burns
Even in its last gasp death throes
Look, still 'that' which is pure
fueling defiantly, all but fumes now
soon to crash as a tear drop in the ocean
catch a falling star
keep it within a lantern
better that then let it die
Wake little bird
Arise from your slumber
Rest a moment, here within my arms
you are safe, fear not little bird
For we have much to accomplish,
remember..
it is 'I' that is holding 'You'
As it was, when all was one
You are the very light that welcomes
weary travellers
those that have strayed from the path
unto darkness, that fearful unknown
Those journeys walked
are the individuals steps to walk alone
You had said
All we can, is but shine for them
perhaps, bright enough to guide them
Home if they so desire
to feel again 'source', warmth... Connected
Go now
You had said
be that shining beacon, little bird.. fly
or had you forgotten those questions
in the ethereal pool
Remember what it means
to play the illuminaries
Little bird don't cry, next time we meet
it will be 'I' that is holding 'you'
(2)Reflections
Descending
through Cassiopias wispy hair strands
acceleration lightening speed
quickening pace
leveling out
slipped through
even andromedas fingertips
What the soul promised on that day,
when time herself awoke conscious
that ancient of pacts became broken
The wings removed from both parties
Fading memories..
Flash?
Pain?
Ash?
Fallen
Fall
Falling
how long has this gone
Days, weeks, months
Countless millennia
A million stars shoot past
as if in farewell
(3) Rise
Look
how bright that one burns
Even in its last gasp death throes
Look, still 'that' which is pure
fueling defiantly, all but fumes now
soon to crash as a tear drop in the ocean
catch a falling star
keep it within a lantern
better that then let it die
Wake little bird
Arise from your slumber
Rest a moment, here within my arms
you are safe, fear not little bird
For we have much to accomplish,
remember..
it is 'I' that is holding 'You'
As it was, when all was one
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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{III} Midnight Elixir ~ {Inspired by Shadoe}
{III}
Drunk on fetal eyeballs,
cor'd from wilted apples
blossom'd in pink velvet~
my bosom on your shards ov petals
peeled from yesterday's remnants
of us.
{II}
Slaughtered renderings
sketch'd in nightshade
billow in the nak'dness
of your curls of agony.
I lick your flaming skin
as you crawl into the
crucifixion of womb~
littered in transgressions,
paradoxes of daylight slanted
along the headstone of
our drawn blinds.
{I}
You look away as I
unhinge specks of dust
knawing from within hipbones
where your cheeks rest'd
in bruises of longing~
torn from evergreen promises
untether'd, fray'd by your sacrificial
tongue in ravening
swaying in the bowls of time
in this cross-nailed hourglass
of my loving
and hating you.
~
This was inspired by Shadoe's amazingly complex merging of love and darkness with subtle erotica notes in her ' He, The Aether' series, a must read
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/_shadoe_/
Drunk on fetal eyeballs,
cor'd from wilted apples
blossom'd in pink velvet~
my bosom on your shards ov petals
peeled from yesterday's remnants
of us.
{II}
Slaughtered renderings
sketch'd in nightshade
billow in the nak'dness
of your curls of agony.
I lick your flaming skin
as you crawl into the
crucifixion of womb~
littered in transgressions,
paradoxes of daylight slanted
along the headstone of
our drawn blinds.
{I}
You look away as I
unhinge specks of dust
knawing from within hipbones
where your cheeks rest'd
in bruises of longing~
torn from evergreen promises
untether'd, fray'd by your sacrificial
tongue in ravening
swaying in the bowls of time
in this cross-nailed hourglass
of my loving
and hating you.
~
This was inspired by Shadoe's amazingly complex merging of love and darkness with subtle erotica notes in her ' He, The Aether' series, a must read
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/_shadoe_/
Written by PoetsRevenge
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The Man from Portugal
I heard about this man from across the pond,
A Mr. Bond, (no not the British secret spy),
A poet posting powerful positive poems,
The kind of work that is rare to come by.
Every time I delve deep diving into a piece,
I often wonder what path in life he’s tread,
The journey that leads to finding peace,
Amidst whispers of beautiful garden beds.
And Mr. Bond continues to work hard and toil,
Stopping to spill some profound thoughtful ink,
Going back and forth from paper to pen and soil,
As if the earth gives him power to make us think.
So the next time you come across one of his poems,
Read slowly and you’ll find them emotionally mixing,
The Man from Portugal will make you feel at home,
When the words are reflective and uplifting.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Josh/
I heard about this man from across the pond,
A Mr. Bond, (no not the British secret spy),
A poet posting powerful positive poems,
The kind of work that is rare to come by.
Every time I delve deep diving into a piece,
I often wonder what path in life he’s tread,
The journey that leads to finding peace,
Amidst whispers of beautiful garden beds.
And Mr. Bond continues to work hard and toil,
Stopping to spill some profound thoughtful ink,
Going back and forth from paper to pen and soil,
As if the earth gives him power to make us think.
So the next time you come across one of his poems,
Read slowly and you’ll find them emotionally mixing,
The Man from Portugal will make you feel at home,
When the words are reflective and uplifting.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Josh/
Anonymous
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a blackwolf ringing my door bell
There is a blackwolf ringing my door bell
Banging on my door and it wants in
Howling it revolutionAL howl
To rectify my mistakes and guide me to a better path
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
With fur as beautiful as a genus of flowering trees (Melia)
Forever showering me with the sweetest of compliments
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
It comes running and running me down
Chasing me down the stream of juvenile 66 butterflies
Chasing me into a poetic tragedy
With words so shakespear-sweet
Sending me into Ely down the cambridgeshire
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
Banging on my door and it wants in
Howling it revolutionAL howl
To rectify my mistakes and guide me to a better path
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
With fur as beautiful as a genus of flowering trees (Melia)
Forever showering me with the sweetest of compliments
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
It comes running and running me down
Chasing me down the stream of juvenile 66 butterflies
Chasing me into a poetic tragedy
With words so shakespear-sweet
Sending me into Ely down the cambridgeshire
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
Written by poetOftragedy
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Hands that yell
Her spirit golden,
She sprinkles twinkling words
Like faerie dust
Words that impact
Like nuclear bombs
Proving that even mushroom clouds
Can hide a shimmering lining
Hands that yell_oh
Always just so
Soundlessly
Profoundly
Yelluw_always
A great inspiration.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/yelluw_always/
She sprinkles twinkling words
Like faerie dust
Words that impact
Like nuclear bombs
Proving that even mushroom clouds
Can hide a shimmering lining
Hands that yell_oh
Always just so
Soundlessly
Profoundly
Yelluw_always
A great inspiration.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/yelluw_always/
Written by Tardegrade
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