Poetry competition CLOSED 27th January 2020 10:54pm
WINNER
Kinkpoet
Kinkpoet
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Sprache
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem inspired by a word from another language
I constantly find inspiration and beauty in words from other languages. Sprache means “language” in German.
A few months back I wrote a poem called “Rampensau” (feel free to check it out for inspiration) which was a poem based on a German word I found astoundingly beautiful. I’ve always been fascinated by the German language because it’s so different to my own.
Find a word or phrase in another language (any language you like) that is not your own, and see where your poem takes you.
Rules
* The title of the poem should be the word or phrase you have used as inspiration.
* Up to two entries per human being.
* Audio / video / spoken word / songs welcome.
*New writes only
pňg mo thňin -
An Acrostic Poem - (Scots Gaelic - Google It lol))
Personal politeness is much overrated
Of course, it is meant to be the norm
Good god in heaven certainly it is not
Manners costeth nothing, and maketh the man
Or so many folks claim, but never practice
Tentative nosy bastard questions asked
How did you manage to lose your legs?
Obviously, it is none of their feckin business!
Incessantly, many random strangers still ask
Now I just retort "Kiss My Ass!"
Personal politeness is much overrated
Of course, it is meant to be the norm
Good god in heaven certainly it is not
Manners costeth nothing, and maketh the man
Or so many folks claim, but never practice
Tentative nosy bastard questions asked
How did you manage to lose your legs?
Obviously, it is none of their feckin business!
Incessantly, many random strangers still ask
Now I just retort "Kiss My Ass!"
Written by David_Macleod
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Backpfeifengesicht
he shouts an epithet
directed at me
looks to his friends
to bolster his courage
he swaggers
invading
my eighteen inches
of personal space
his breath
foul from
alcohol
and vomit
his words inflaming
angry
mean-spirited
loud on the verge of shouting
his mouth sneering
bigotry
and hatred
burning in his eyes
his posture
threatening
hands raised
into tight fists
his jaw clenched
sweating
face flushed with menace
backpfeifengesicht
i bite
my tongue
square my shoulders
turn on my heel
and walk away
ignoring
his insults
and threats
his friends
laugh riotously
at
him
directed at me
looks to his friends
to bolster his courage
he swaggers
invading
my eighteen inches
of personal space
his breath
foul from
alcohol
and vomit
his words inflaming
angry
mean-spirited
loud on the verge of shouting
his mouth sneering
bigotry
and hatred
burning in his eyes
his posture
threatening
hands raised
into tight fists
his jaw clenched
sweating
face flushed with menace
backpfeifengesicht
i bite
my tongue
square my shoulders
turn on my heel
and walk away
ignoring
his insults
and threats
his friends
laugh riotously
at
him
Written by Kinkpoet
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Anonymous
Thank you for the entries so far. All wonderful!
Reflections cafe....lake Tekapo (Gloaming)
Janet shuffles towards me
I glance at her swollen ankles
as she pours, oily black
spoon standing coffee
and gives me a minute
to decide.
The dog-eared menu is stained
with rings from Tekapo's basin.
I take a sip of the table top view,
wading out from the shoreline
to float on the thin-air of darkness
back-lit between, sugared southern alps.
My mouth fills with fresh melt-waters
as the sun quenches over grilled Angus,
butter cooked potatoes, glisten
like duck stones in fading lakeside pools.
Janet looms over me, chewing gum.
Have you chosen yet? her pencil resting
on the manila carbon-copy pad.
I point at the Soup of the Moment
and she leaves me lakeside
my colours to be absorbed
as the bright eye of daylight closes.
I glance at her swollen ankles
as she pours, oily black
spoon standing coffee
and gives me a minute
to decide.
The dog-eared menu is stained
with rings from Tekapo's basin.
I take a sip of the table top view,
wading out from the shoreline
to float on the thin-air of darkness
back-lit between, sugared southern alps.
My mouth fills with fresh melt-waters
as the sun quenches over grilled Angus,
butter cooked potatoes, glisten
like duck stones in fading lakeside pools.
Janet looms over me, chewing gum.
Have you chosen yet? her pencil resting
on the manila carbon-copy pad.
I point at the Soup of the Moment
and she leaves me lakeside
my colours to be absorbed
as the bright eye of daylight closes.
Written by Razzerleaf
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