Poetry competition CLOSED 21st July 2020 4:05pm
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RUNNER-UP:
ReggiePoet
Poetry Pride Protest Contest
#blacklivesmatter2conservatives
Confused people
think whites
are the pushers
of #alllivesmatters
Simply
NOT
true
I learned about it
from Anthony Brian Logan
he’s black and smart
Six to one
white, self-professed racists
stand on the streets
for the token-chant
Black conservatives
don’t feel the love
they feel like
black Bratz dolls
or the newest
endangered
species hoax
(DO save the tigers!)
But don’t treat
black people
like they need saving
in the country
they protect
...from your pale
limp wrists
think whites
are the pushers
of #alllivesmatters
Simply
NOT
true
I learned about it
from Anthony Brian Logan
he’s black and smart
Six to one
white, self-professed racists
stand on the streets
for the token-chant
Black conservatives
don’t feel the love
they feel like
black Bratz dolls
or the newest
endangered
species hoax
(DO save the tigers!)
But don’t treat
black people
like they need saving
in the country
they protect
...from your pale
limp wrists
Written by EdibleWords
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Miss Representation
When she was seven
we played a game,
matching heads to bodies and legs,
a little girls face, strong arms
with anchor tattoos
footballers legs
and army boots.
And so she made the image match
stronger faster quicker,
hard to catch,
brighter braver better
than the best.
She became herself.
At seventeen they dropped the veil
of the beauty queen, eating only apples
to fall fast asleep.
When she woke I cried,
thinner weaker slower
something died inside.
Quiet dull compliant,
tethered to the tugboats pull.
She wanted the boys
to flock like gulls.
At twenty one she started to see
beyond the braille books
of how a female should look
in preparation for male approval,
an ill placed hand can break
the darkest of spells.
So now she stands ahead of the table,
pens take note when she speaks
a guide for the weak, all are equal.
The papers reported her success
with questions of tummy tucks
and real or fake breasts.
They missed the anchor tattoo.
we played a game,
matching heads to bodies and legs,
a little girls face, strong arms
with anchor tattoos
footballers legs
and army boots.
And so she made the image match
stronger faster quicker,
hard to catch,
brighter braver better
than the best.
She became herself.
At seventeen they dropped the veil
of the beauty queen, eating only apples
to fall fast asleep.
When she woke I cried,
thinner weaker slower
something died inside.
Quiet dull compliant,
tethered to the tugboats pull.
She wanted the boys
to flock like gulls.
At twenty one she started to see
beyond the braille books
of how a female should look
in preparation for male approval,
an ill placed hand can break
the darkest of spells.
So now she stands ahead of the table,
pens take note when she speaks
a guide for the weak, all are equal.
The papers reported her success
with questions of tummy tucks
and real or fake breasts.
They missed the anchor tattoo.
Written by Razzerleaf
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The God Placebo
I'll be him, you want a sign?
it's fine I do it all the time,
the rich ones get cured
the sick ones ignored.
I just need the long number, a cross your card
dont worry were dot com and prayin is hard
You'll see me when you look up in church
or look me up, just do a search,
I can spit you a sermon, drop in some rhymes
dishing out morals with my breath of red wine.
I'll piss biblical rivers to fill every font
hand me your children I'm at the front.
I've registered my trade mark 'G'
to take 10%, hell more if you believe,
this position is hard, I lead and you follow
with a finger inside my dirty dog collar.
I do love a choir, boy I speak unto thee.
Christian be a christian
and bend over my knee.
For every false pill
there's only one cure
who doesn't ask people
to pay on the door.
it's fine I do it all the time,
the rich ones get cured
the sick ones ignored.
I just need the long number, a cross your card
dont worry were dot com and prayin is hard
You'll see me when you look up in church
or look me up, just do a search,
I can spit you a sermon, drop in some rhymes
dishing out morals with my breath of red wine.
I'll piss biblical rivers to fill every font
hand me your children I'm at the front.
I've registered my trade mark 'G'
to take 10%, hell more if you believe,
this position is hard, I lead and you follow
with a finger inside my dirty dog collar.
I do love a choir, boy I speak unto thee.
Christian be a christian
and bend over my knee.
For every false pill
there's only one cure
who doesn't ask people
to pay on the door.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Locker room rules (shut the fuckin door)
His genitals tucked out of view,
slowly his hand reached his hip,
they were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips.
Slowly his hand reached his hip,
they were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue.
They were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks.
Leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks,
took turns to batter and bruise.
The boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks,
took turns to batter and bruise,
special needs didn't exist.
slowly his hand reached his hip,
they were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips.
Slowly his hand reached his hip,
they were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue.
They were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks.
Leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks,
took turns to batter and bruise.
The boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks,
took turns to batter and bruise,
special needs didn't exist.
Written by Razzerleaf
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It's Time
Say it loud, say it proud
Let me hear a f*** yeah if you're black or you're brown
White America steady tryna take off your crowns
They stay shooting you down
Blood in the streets
Too many bodies to count
They try to dim your shine and brainwash young minds
But united we stand and scream for justice
It's Time
Rise up and fight the power
Every minute, every hour
And we won't stop till we overthrow their corrupt towers
Take back what's ours
It was never theirs in the first place
They stole it from the first race to inhabit this land, we're the immigrants of these broken states
I may have a white face, but my heart is every color of skin found in this earth space
So dont you dare group me with those disgraces
Evil parasites that continue to live off of the Black race
Killing for profit
I know we can stop it
We're fighting till it changes or they nail the lid on that coffin
I can't breathe
Written by AutomaticEmC
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Anonymous
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Covid 19
Corona virus is everywhere
Which goverment lab
Created it why now
Where is the cure
Doctors need to work
faster to find the cure
Because people on
Lockdown are going
mad and crazy at people
who buy to much stuff
and try selling to people
At crazy ass prices
And people are killing
Each other for this
End this now PLEASE!
Which goverment lab
Created it why now
Where is the cure
Doctors need to work
faster to find the cure
Because people on
Lockdown are going
mad and crazy at people
who buy to much stuff
and try selling to people
At crazy ass prices
And people are killing
Each other for this
End this now PLEASE!
Written by Phantom2426
(Francisco J Vera)
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Letter from Hell
To everyone who has been
pained by this lockdown of
places and other things
Sue the Freaking Goverment
For Money or write a letter
To Trump himself ask
for help because it seems
that the world is going
mad and crazy
because of this frenzy
pained by this lockdown of
places and other things
Sue the Freaking Goverment
For Money or write a letter
To Trump himself ask
for help because it seems
that the world is going
mad and crazy
because of this frenzy
Written by Phantom2426
(Francisco J Vera)
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Letter To Donald Trump
To Donald Trump:
You need to push the
Doctors/Scientists to find
the cure for this frenzy
quickly because this
lockdown is making
people go insane and crazy
To which I say insane in membrane
Insane in ths brain
So please I ask you
To help us and pray
That Newton 3rd Law won't happen
For every reaction there is an opposite an equal reaction
Meaning people are afraid and crime will happen
You need to push the
Doctors/Scientists to find
the cure for this frenzy
quickly because this
lockdown is making
people go insane and crazy
To which I say insane in membrane
Insane in ths brain
So please I ask you
To help us and pray
That Newton 3rd Law won't happen
For every reaction there is an opposite an equal reaction
Meaning people are afraid and crime will happen
Written by Phantom2426
(Francisco J Vera)
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Lockdown
Crazy I am
Frenzy is getting to me
I want Freedom
But I understand
People need to be safe
But when will the cure
Be found
Which goverment is
Responsible for the frenzy
Will everything be the same
After the frenzy is over
Frenzy is getting to me
I want Freedom
But I understand
People need to be safe
But when will the cure
Be found
Which goverment is
Responsible for the frenzy
Will everything be the same
After the frenzy is over
Written by Phantom2426
(Francisco J Vera)
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Related submission no longer exists.
Where's Alice
Injustice, fed by piecemeal for the
followers, desperate and hungry.
What have we become?
A collection of hypnoid mortals
beyond reproach?
Ejected from our pattern, thrown
into preformed geometric shapes?
Laying ourselves down on sheets
of mica, our books no longer used, stacked high as a nightstand beside
our multidimensional mattress.
We sink into our psilocybin dreams,
the sleeper, who cheapens reality
by ripping dull pages, from glossy magazines, model lives leave no
excuse, to pay attention.
Deceived and dazzled, we build
furrows with broken collarbone's,
a garden for mother earth.
Rabbits and hares run screaming,
for Alice to rescue those who have
fallen deep, into the rabbit hole.
Generations, their nescient behavior
ingrained, has produced scum
covered fish eyes, that cast
a downward glance at poverty
While Farceur, incessantly pens
for the elite, scheduling rehearsals
for the next disaster, drawing out the next pawn, in their game of life
followers, desperate and hungry.
What have we become?
A collection of hypnoid mortals
beyond reproach?
Ejected from our pattern, thrown
into preformed geometric shapes?
Laying ourselves down on sheets
of mica, our books no longer used, stacked high as a nightstand beside
our multidimensional mattress.
We sink into our psilocybin dreams,
the sleeper, who cheapens reality
by ripping dull pages, from glossy magazines, model lives leave no
excuse, to pay attention.
Deceived and dazzled, we build
furrows with broken collarbone's,
a garden for mother earth.
Rabbits and hares run screaming,
for Alice to rescue those who have
fallen deep, into the rabbit hole.
Generations, their nescient behavior
ingrained, has produced scum
covered fish eyes, that cast
a downward glance at poverty
While Farceur, incessantly pens
for the elite, scheduling rehearsals
for the next disaster, drawing out the next pawn, in their game of life
Written by Valeriyabeyond
(Dhyana)
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Amour Propre
Acrid filth initiates, harvest
Chalky bones provender, for
bastardized longevity.
Desperate music plays, from
the mouth, of a desiccated sun
Plastinated cadavers showcased
replicas of beauty, for the
quantified tourer
Sequencing marks in a
beaker of Corning
Drops of cum tally the eld
Gourmandizer of Amour propre
grasping juvenility sempiternal
Abnormal usance the naked
unprotected
Snakes, eels, Spanish fly
Sacrificial celebrations
Just a little more
Chalky bones provender, for
bastardized longevity.
Desperate music plays, from
the mouth, of a desiccated sun
Plastinated cadavers showcased
replicas of beauty, for the
quantified tourer
Sequencing marks in a
beaker of Corning
Drops of cum tally the eld
Gourmandizer of Amour propre
grasping juvenility sempiternal
Abnormal usance the naked
unprotected
Snakes, eels, Spanish fly
Sacrificial celebrations
Just a little more
Written by Valeriyabeyond
(Dhyana)
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The gentler gender for gentlemen . (For contest)
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I'm proud of belonging to the female race,
To hail from the fair sex
To be a part of womanhood , earthly sisterhood
Not only because I have far less hairy
Smoother, softer fairer pinker skin
than the gents and men
But also because it is only
Our womb that cradles the unborn human
That's why we are the cradle of civilisation and humanity.
And our womanly lap that ensures the survival of the human race
Our motherly lap is said to be a child's first university.
I don't even mind being referred to as the weaker sex
For I connote it to refer to how we are a delicate delicacy
Upon which our men ravish and feast upon
Wherein also lies part of our powers ironically.
I mean I have read of kings who gave up thrones
Just so they can feast their enamoured eyes upon and love a woman!
The chauvinistic world of men has tried to sideline us
Yet powerful women have risen and shone in all ages nevertheless.
Thank you God for creating the mother of all humanity, our first mother, Eve.
Long live womanhood, be proud of your gender.
Let's change the male dominated masculine mindset of this world
And make it more women friendly and feminine.
Men are referred to as gentlemen in English,
yet that can be paradoxically harsh in reality
For more women are gentler ironically .
A woman is flower power
That can shake the world with her delicate petals
As her softer voice has learnt
to pierce, melt and mould his fierce metals
of masculine armours of physical strength
Without employing swords or guns.
A woman is divine art admired by her admirers
A vital divine creation that creates and nurtures
because the Creator has entrusted her with that magnificent role.
( comments are fine but I don't invite them for such contest entries)
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I'm proud of belonging to the female race,
To hail from the fair sex
To be a part of womanhood , earthly sisterhood
Not only because I have far less hairy
Smoother, softer fairer pinker skin
than the gents and men
But also because it is only
Our womb that cradles the unborn human
That's why we are the cradle of civilisation and humanity.
And our womanly lap that ensures the survival of the human race
Our motherly lap is said to be a child's first university.
I don't even mind being referred to as the weaker sex
For I connote it to refer to how we are a delicate delicacy
Upon which our men ravish and feast upon
Wherein also lies part of our powers ironically.
I mean I have read of kings who gave up thrones
Just so they can feast their enamoured eyes upon and love a woman!
The chauvinistic world of men has tried to sideline us
Yet powerful women have risen and shone in all ages nevertheless.
Thank you God for creating the mother of all humanity, our first mother, Eve.
Long live womanhood, be proud of your gender.
Let's change the male dominated masculine mindset of this world
And make it more women friendly and feminine.
Men are referred to as gentlemen in English,
yet that can be paradoxically harsh in reality
For more women are gentler ironically .
A woman is flower power
That can shake the world with her delicate petals
As her softer voice has learnt
to pierce, melt and mould his fierce metals
of masculine armours of physical strength
Without employing swords or guns.
A woman is divine art admired by her admirers
A vital divine creation that creates and nurtures
because the Creator has entrusted her with that magnificent role.
( comments are fine but I don't invite them for such contest entries)
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Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
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