Poetry competition CLOSED 15th January 2020 12:15pm
WINNER
NewBeginnings
NewBeginnings
RUNNER-UP:
DanielChristensen
POEM OF THE MONTH ~ JANUARY 2020
Poetry Contest Description
Nominate an Amazing Poem to Represent DU across social media!
HAPPY NEW YEAR! New year New beginnings!
It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official Facebook page.
You have two weeks to nominate no more than two of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following when making nominations:
NOTE: The Spoken Word of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11192/
Because the vote for this com is anonymous, and spoken word pieces cannot be anonymous due to avatars and voices, we would prefer you nominate those pieces in the appropriate comp above so that voting remains fair.
NOTE: New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11185/
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only TWO poems from two different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member within a Calendar Year.
7. You must personally notify the member that they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is two weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2020
January 2020- NEW BEGINNINGS
2019
January, 2019 - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February, 2019 - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March, 2019 - AUDIOHARLEEA
April, 2019 - FROM THE ASH
May, 2019 - MISS_SUB
June, 2019 - NAAJIR
July, 2019 - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September, 2019 - MISS_SUB
October, 2019 - HOWLING_WHELMS
November, 2019 - JOHNNY BLAZE
December 2019- RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January, 2018 - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February, 2018 - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March, 2018 - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April, 2018 - CROWFLY
May, 2018 - ATOMIKBOMB
June, 2018 - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July, 2018 - MEADOWSWEET
August, 2018 - LAYLA
September, 2018 - COLD FUSION
October, 2018 - TODSKI28
November, 2018 - TheMUSE22
December, 2018 - BENDER
2017
January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
April, 2017 - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May, 2017 - ALEXANDER CASE
June, 2017 - AEMelia564
July, 2017 - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August, 2017 - QUIETUSQUILL
September, 2017 - _SHADOE_
October, 2017 - POETSREVENGE
November, 2017 - NAAJIR
December, 2017 - POETSPEAK
2016
November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI
It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official Facebook page.
You have two weeks to nominate no more than two of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following when making nominations:
NOTE: The Spoken Word of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11192/
Because the vote for this com is anonymous, and spoken word pieces cannot be anonymous due to avatars and voices, we would prefer you nominate those pieces in the appropriate comp above so that voting remains fair.
NOTE: New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11185/
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only TWO poems from two different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member within a Calendar Year.
7. You must personally notify the member that they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is two weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2020
January 2020- NEW BEGINNINGS
2019
January, 2019 - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February, 2019 - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March, 2019 - AUDIOHARLEEA
April, 2019 - FROM THE ASH
May, 2019 - MISS_SUB
June, 2019 - NAAJIR
July, 2019 - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September, 2019 - MISS_SUB
October, 2019 - HOWLING_WHELMS
November, 2019 - JOHNNY BLAZE
December 2019- RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January, 2018 - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February, 2018 - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March, 2018 - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April, 2018 - CROWFLY
May, 2018 - ATOMIKBOMB
June, 2018 - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July, 2018 - MEADOWSWEET
August, 2018 - LAYLA
September, 2018 - COLD FUSION
October, 2018 - TODSKI28
November, 2018 - TheMUSE22
December, 2018 - BENDER
2017
January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
April, 2017 - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May, 2017 - ALEXANDER CASE
June, 2017 - AEMelia564
July, 2017 - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August, 2017 - QUIETUSQUILL
September, 2017 - _SHADOE_
October, 2017 - POETSREVENGE
November, 2017 - NAAJIR
December, 2017 - POETSPEAK
2016
November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI
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Gaia
Breathtaking is the man who roams the earth
in search of his truth to renew his broken spirit.
He steps on mirrored stones while reflecting his disregard and disdain for lack of loving our mother earth and her children.
and her shores welcomed him home
Reborn is a man with knowledge to plant his garden and weep for the death of his harvest when he has no food to feed.
and she seeds for his spring
Honesty is the man that asks no gifts but labours for dead wood and stones to give to those without shelter.
and she gives rapture to the volcano
Deeper into the souls of men who bring forth nurture
to the children of nature
Is the man who lives by the earth with love that he need never be lost
and she is his home
in search of his truth to renew his broken spirit.
He steps on mirrored stones while reflecting his disregard and disdain for lack of loving our mother earth and her children.
and her shores welcomed him home
Reborn is a man with knowledge to plant his garden and weep for the death of his harvest when he has no food to feed.
and she seeds for his spring
Honesty is the man that asks no gifts but labours for dead wood and stones to give to those without shelter.
and she gives rapture to the volcano
Deeper into the souls of men who bring forth nurture
to the children of nature
Is the man who lives by the earth with love that he need never be lost
and she is his home
Written by Lagertha
(Elizabeth Grace)
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2020
freshly sprung my january morn
from the ash of old-year fireworks
vacant womb—another year is born
tiptoe past the haunts where trouble lurks
all my yesterday pains i must heal
leaving scabs and bandages behind
secret recipes that i conceal
sagely occupy my latent mind
50/50 chances of success
give untaken roads false sophistry
lest i prove me wrong, let me confess
time does not afford such liberty:
reconstructing corpses long past dead
for the reigns of eschatology
fix life's bounds beyond time's retrograde
where none can re-drink his history
20/20 (legally not blind!)
yet i cannot see eternity
to this sole pursuit i am resigned:
finding visual acuity
macular-degeneration tribes
bend the newborn year upon its knees
lest a people perish, i'm the scribe
heed ye, then, my sound hypotheses
© Copyright 2020 January 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
from the ash of old-year fireworks
vacant womb—another year is born
tiptoe past the haunts where trouble lurks
all my yesterday pains i must heal
leaving scabs and bandages behind
secret recipes that i conceal
sagely occupy my latent mind
50/50 chances of success
give untaken roads false sophistry
lest i prove me wrong, let me confess
time does not afford such liberty:
reconstructing corpses long past dead
for the reigns of eschatology
fix life's bounds beyond time's retrograde
where none can re-drink his history
20/20 (legally not blind!)
yet i cannot see eternity
to this sole pursuit i am resigned:
finding visual acuity
macular-degeneration tribes
bend the newborn year upon its knees
lest a people perish, i'm the scribe
heed ye, then, my sound hypotheses
© Copyright 2020 January 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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New Year Spirit
New Year's Day
The urgent call of sparrow and tit, met by
wings beating in effortless synchronisation,
catching and stilling on the barren branch of an apple.
A crow sings above.
Catkins of hazel catch my eye, drag me from rotting chair to wander.
A gull's frame is captured
in the reflection of gathered water.
Calmness comes in the life of a new Winter's day,
log smoke in the air from last night,
sat with my chosen life partner, righting our wrongs,
acknowledging our rights, navigating rhythm and routine together. It is
as if we're strangers now, years on from running away, nurturing our offspring.
The crow lands
so quiet, so quiet on a telephone wire and I stop,
dead,
to admire his face, as I admired a fellow a decade ago.
A gone decade, roots deep in choices she made - reflections of the person I was
and who she's become,
the flight response still drowning her veins.
I walk again,
sound of heavy foot upon wood, leaves beneath boot.
The coo of a pigeon, the greenness of the echium snapped on a side glance
are precious and noticed by chance.
The pond is stagnant, surrounded by Clematis and Camellia budding, almost popping - a conscious decision.
I talk often of choices, of wondering, the wanders in woods and lawns where they occur.
Sitting here, in this fresh decade,
enjoying the spoils of years of careful planning
and hard, hard graft,
I know in my bones I'm sound
and all is sound about me.
The urgent call of sparrow and tit, met by
wings beating in effortless synchronisation,
catching and stilling on the barren branch of an apple.
A crow sings above.
Catkins of hazel catch my eye, drag me from rotting chair to wander.
A gull's frame is captured
in the reflection of gathered water.
Calmness comes in the life of a new Winter's day,
log smoke in the air from last night,
sat with my chosen life partner, righting our wrongs,
acknowledging our rights, navigating rhythm and routine together. It is
as if we're strangers now, years on from running away, nurturing our offspring.
The crow lands
so quiet, so quiet on a telephone wire and I stop,
dead,
to admire his face, as I admired a fellow a decade ago.
A gone decade, roots deep in choices she made - reflections of the person I was
and who she's become,
the flight response still drowning her veins.
I walk again,
sound of heavy foot upon wood, leaves beneath boot.
The coo of a pigeon, the greenness of the echium snapped on a side glance
are precious and noticed by chance.
The pond is stagnant, surrounded by Clematis and Camellia budding, almost popping - a conscious decision.
I talk often of choices, of wondering, the wanders in woods and lawns where they occur.
Sitting here, in this fresh decade,
enjoying the spoils of years of careful planning
and hard, hard graft,
I know in my bones I'm sound
and all is sound about me.
Written by ImperfectedStone
(The Gardener)
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defied. and undefined. the divine Us-in-Love
1.
<< @00:58:53 UTC, 26.12.2004, beyond all tenses, tears in the tsunami>>
still the splitting hints & haunting remnants
sit embedded in ruins as handcuffed sandgrains
marooned in crimson tides engulfing nameless
screams of mass-silenced piling up corpses..
longingly unfazed shoreline runs as ever in parallelism
to the unshaken skylines beneath amoebic-minded
grey clouds in the circus-monkeying unpredictability
unleashes
an eerie silence...as it still stands quite
a quiet uninhabitably-cemented cemetery
its brittle tidal salt breaths & still-hungering
airs.. punchboxing hard with hit-particulates
...bleed osmotic eyes to a deep smelling
resonance from its trenching in cores
encircling in wrathful wavy wrigging
live radiations of its benthic digging back
brutal massacred burial place...
in still-s(t)inging congregations
of red mud waspy buzz syringing
virally vengeful hues of the century’s
sacrificial bloodbath -from its erected
skyhigh gallows in an inescapable
rapidfire clocked drownings…
sucking in all as mere ants, in its open-mouthed
indiscriminately fierce swirling flesh hunt spree
..these serially bloom blood-rafflesial apocalypse
2.
[**plasmic flaming thirdeye a molten eternal Us, defies any shady apocalyse**]
even the astronomical so-calculatedly ominous marring
third-eye phenomenon- the blackening solar eclipse core
ghostly dancing in the daring december daylights
in abrogation of an orthodoxically ablaze inner sun, laden
now with a fully enclosed- a distant shadowy moon
clings on for those minutes in devilish possession, yet
with a divine warning fire-ring in marrying margination
the thickly earthen crusts in painted green algal matte
in vertically digging in deep well breaths inhale -exhale
as frothy brimming rapidity over the rich roasted brown
freeflowing sands in maturing heat, coalesce as plasmic
coming together effervescing absorptiveness...
a climaxing fluidic ecstasy in its slow-sensually tremblin'
seismic eddy current channeling bodily passages unto its
solidifying hard sterling iron-core, & freezing virtuous in
countless billion years of meditative sagacities
in magnetic origins of a beauteous chaotic phasal
discontinuity.. yet in unimaginable amalgamations
of Us .. as One
defies all~nil
(un)known
laws logics, this
eternally floatative
wilderness bubble
Us, unstoppably
pure and rustic
Written by summultima
(uma)
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Thorns
i watched the colors change
like autumn maple trees
petals unfolding before me
and you didn’t need the sun
it seemed
thorns emerging
i can see their sharpened edge
smiling down on me
my skin is hungry
so I let you prick the very depths beneath
and my rosy cheeks burned brighter
in the frozen air
my breath evaporating
like chimney smoke
tell me to go home
tell me to get warm
before I freeze out in your garden
before I become frost on your stem
learning to go is hard
leaving you is harder
when the season turns again
i’ll be here
waiting for your return
like autumn maple trees
petals unfolding before me
and you didn’t need the sun
it seemed
thorns emerging
i can see their sharpened edge
smiling down on me
my skin is hungry
so I let you prick the very depths beneath
and my rosy cheeks burned brighter
in the frozen air
my breath evaporating
like chimney smoke
tell me to go home
tell me to get warm
before I freeze out in your garden
before I become frost on your stem
learning to go is hard
leaving you is harder
when the season turns again
i’ll be here
waiting for your return
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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Anonymous
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Beneath My Skin
Nestled inside my calloused mind
Is a fragile heart that’s quite benign;
Beneath these layers of thickened skin,
My heart is breaking, deep within
I hide behind this tough complexion
As a subtle means of misdirection,
From the fear that I hold deep within,
That I will lose you once again
But this impenetrable wall that I have built,
To shelter me from all the guilt,
To keep my fragile heart at bay,
And help to stave the pain away
Comes crashing down before my eyes
To reveal the truth that underlies…
My fear of failing once again,
My fear of losing you again
Is a fragile heart that’s quite benign;
Beneath these layers of thickened skin,
My heart is breaking, deep within
I hide behind this tough complexion
As a subtle means of misdirection,
From the fear that I hold deep within,
That I will lose you once again
But this impenetrable wall that I have built,
To shelter me from all the guilt,
To keep my fragile heart at bay,
And help to stave the pain away
Comes crashing down before my eyes
To reveal the truth that underlies…
My fear of failing once again,
My fear of losing you again
Written by NewBeginnings
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Anonymous
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Until you're home.
And I sang
long, cold symphonies across the dividing sea
which against the current, the heron and oystercatcher
created a cacophony not even a ferry master could ignore -
And in an uncomfortable juxtaposition
chains,
sunken into water, attached to staged boats swayed,
built up a rhythm in their lightness
gave noise to the slam down of my, usually lighter to bear, rage.
I watched a man
pulling metal by metal out of the water.
I hoped it ached.
I wished it was me pulling. The Cornish Riviera slowed
on the Albert bridge overhead. A comorant flew low
and a thought of you, human to my human, tree to my epiphyte sailed by on the exposed wind.
(You always think I'm insulting you, in fact
I'm anointing you with my vulnerability.
You always think I'm insulting you,
when all my roots, ropes and ramblings are wrapped about your vessel.)
long, cold symphonies across the dividing sea
which against the current, the heron and oystercatcher
created a cacophony not even a ferry master could ignore -
And in an uncomfortable juxtaposition
chains,
sunken into water, attached to staged boats swayed,
built up a rhythm in their lightness
gave noise to the slam down of my, usually lighter to bear, rage.
I watched a man
pulling metal by metal out of the water.
I hoped it ached.
I wished it was me pulling. The Cornish Riviera slowed
on the Albert bridge overhead. A comorant flew low
and a thought of you, human to my human, tree to my epiphyte sailed by on the exposed wind.
(You always think I'm insulting you, in fact
I'm anointing you with my vulnerability.
You always think I'm insulting you,
when all my roots, ropes and ramblings are wrapped about your vessel.)
Written by ImperfectedStone
(The Gardener)
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Anonymous
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