Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd September 2020 2:34am
WINNER
slipalong
slipalong
RUNNER-UP:
javalini
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Pale Roux
Not for Competition.
A pale roux of dead bled over your bed
feeling your breath of cold viscera
over your red veins of cataracts
dripping in an ossuary of dead poets
giving eternal life to intestinal worms
as my shadow flew Bedouin night's
with footprints of gods in the sand
of Dubai
A pale roux of dead bled over your bed
feeling your breath of cold viscera
over your red veins of cataracts
dripping in an ossuary of dead poets
giving eternal life to intestinal worms
as my shadow flew Bedouin night's
with footprints of gods in the sand
of Dubai
A pale roux of dead...
A pale roux of dead obscures my world.
The walls close in while the ceiling moves up.
All that was connected now disconnects.
Stars combine in a light so bright I’m blind.
I reach, I feel but nothing’s there, only air.
I’m spinning, falling, the light goes out, it’s black.
The maelstrom increases, I am torn in pieces
that are collected in a vessel named recovery.
The vessel of recovery contains the souls of many. All
awaiting the hand of the unknown to make them whole.
Disconnected in the world of the unknown, the fragments
of my consciousness try to connect but the roux obstructs
and controls reality. Pieces of myself mixed with pieces
of others will I ever be me or a hybrid of what I was?
My fragments scream to be whole, to be free of this
roux of the dead and see the light of day and freedom.
I’m lost with no directions, armed with only pieces of reality.
The walls close in while the ceiling moves up.
All that was connected now disconnects.
Stars combine in a light so bright I’m blind.
I reach, I feel but nothing’s there, only air.
I’m spinning, falling, the light goes out, it’s black.
The maelstrom increases, I am torn in pieces
that are collected in a vessel named recovery.
The vessel of recovery contains the souls of many. All
awaiting the hand of the unknown to make them whole.
Disconnected in the world of the unknown, the fragments
of my consciousness try to connect but the roux obstructs
and controls reality. Pieces of myself mixed with pieces
of others will I ever be me or a hybrid of what I was?
My fragments scream to be whole, to be free of this
roux of the dead and see the light of day and freedom.
I’m lost with no directions, armed with only pieces of reality.
Written by anvinvil
(Anvillan)
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Related submission no longer exists.
Arising Surprising From Dead To Living Bidden
A Pale Roux Of Dead , So Deep Dread Red
Blood On Your Bed Signals Declension ,
Intention No Mention A Sign Of Abstention
Retention Without Mention Yet Potentiate
Your Fate Never Late Yet Sighing Crying Dying
The Eye Thing Sees What I Declare To Be Me
This Mystery Some Swear Can Will Never Be
Yet I Bet The Net Death Resurrects Intersects
Corrects The Defect Never Ever Neglects Prefect
Of Perfect Position In Volition , Intent Bent Solution
A Revolution , Ablution Of Sensation , Mentation Or
Some Remote Relation , Just Cleansing Of Soul Weave
What You Believe In Wend Of Web , Tidal Ebb Relieves
The Sieve's Upheave In A Regurgitate Of Hallucinate
Elucidate Indoctrinate , Initiate , Titillate Mind State
Anticipate the Resuscitate Mend The Contemplate
Blood On Your Bed Signals Declension ,
Intention No Mention A Sign Of Abstention
Retention Without Mention Yet Potentiate
Your Fate Never Late Yet Sighing Crying Dying
The Eye Thing Sees What I Declare To Be Me
This Mystery Some Swear Can Will Never Be
Yet I Bet The Net Death Resurrects Intersects
Corrects The Defect Never Ever Neglects Prefect
Of Perfect Position In Volition , Intent Bent Solution
A Revolution , Ablution Of Sensation , Mentation Or
Some Remote Relation , Just Cleansing Of Soul Weave
What You Believe In Wend Of Web , Tidal Ebb Relieves
The Sieve's Upheave In A Regurgitate Of Hallucinate
Elucidate Indoctrinate , Initiate , Titillate Mind State
Anticipate the Resuscitate Mend The Contemplate
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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Cocooned
A pale roux of dead stares with eyes bloodshot red,
Masticating bile as it seeps through jagged teeth,
And while the vile smile fills my head with dread,
Lips and cheeks are splayed and flayed underneath.
I hear my own cries like ice cold needles in my skin,
Tiny shards of glass I gargle through my esophagus,
With deformed fingers split at the nail I begin to grin,
As they throw me into the most unholy sarcophagus.
Twisted and contorted my spirit also feels distorted,
My body is alive but the maggots don’t seem to mind,
Those bloodshot eyes seem to have been transported,
Gawking at me if they are mocking me for all of time.
As I lay there cocooned and surrounded my vermin,
I hear ghostly echoes of decomposed cryptic chants,
And with the stench of decay I feel I’m also turnin’,
Becoming like one of them as I get eaten by ants.
Then I realize those eyes are mine! It’s my reflection,
Like the nightmare I can’t wake up from every so often,
The pain I thought was surreal I feel with perfection,
Beaten to a pulp with worms I squirm inside this coffin.
Written by wallyroo92
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The veil of pale roux
Pale roux of death
shadow to obscure complete
last gasp for breath
hemoglobin slowly leaks
Its trickle
just a Penny Dreadful
keeps coming back never spent
the recurring bent nickel
Seeping gore
blood across the floor
dissecting each small slice
menaced grin of Vincent Price
Evil innuendo
sharks black eye, unblinking
the roll of drums crescendo
red warning lights without an inkling
Neck hair
standing rigid, heartbeat palpitating
screaming gulls swarming near
the mob intent on slaying
Wolves cry
the pack that circles
killing moon so high
ripping justifies the heckles
Savage feast
blood lust the domino effect
do you deserve a seat
pale roux of death replete
shadow to obscure complete
last gasp for breath
hemoglobin slowly leaks
Its trickle
just a Penny Dreadful
keeps coming back never spent
the recurring bent nickel
Seeping gore
blood across the floor
dissecting each small slice
menaced grin of Vincent Price
Evil innuendo
sharks black eye, unblinking
the roll of drums crescendo
red warning lights without an inkling
Neck hair
standing rigid, heartbeat palpitating
screaming gulls swarming near
the mob intent on slaying
Wolves cry
the pack that circles
killing moon so high
ripping justifies the heckles
Savage feast
blood lust the domino effect
do you deserve a seat
pale roux of death replete
Written by slipalong
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DEAD AS HELL
a pale roux of dead flesh
with equal parts dread
cooked over the fires
that worry the dead
when scythe cuts the tethers
that bind one to light
one meets the terror
of cold endless night
for the box is laid deep
and the dirt holds you in
a damp airless bed
in a night with no end
and the coffin is clawed
'till your fingertips weep
but the living can't hear you
they say you're asleep
while your girl takes a lover
your flesh turns to bone
the veil has descended
and you are alone
in a box underground
with worms eating your head
still somehow living
yet still, somehow dead
with equal parts dread
cooked over the fires
that worry the dead
when scythe cuts the tethers
that bind one to light
one meets the terror
of cold endless night
for the box is laid deep
and the dirt holds you in
a damp airless bed
in a night with no end
and the coffin is clawed
'till your fingertips weep
but the living can't hear you
they say you're asleep
while your girl takes a lover
your flesh turns to bone
the veil has descended
and you are alone
in a box underground
with worms eating your head
still somehow living
yet still, somehow dead
Written by javalini
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The Blood Of A Haitian’s Loa (Inspired By The Movie I Spit On Your Grave)
A Pale Roux Of Dead
The Ax swings from the six to the nine, gloomed eyes stares back from the victory of a rolling head
Here in the nakedness lays the spill bequeath of my cloak
No smoke screen yes the blood rise of its moat
The deliverance of your soul I spit on your grave
The blood of your destruction shall be paved
From the witch, the Mambo’s blood shall spill
Upon this day forward it shall be thy will
To asunder the Hunter’s moon, your fruits shall bear no more
To the devil’s whore you must pay your dues, from my ancestral oath, fourscore
Close your eyes, claws shall pleasure you in the temple of doom
From the East, West, North, South, brimstone caresses shall be your gloom
Unto the bride you lay, sterile passion giveth from her groom
You shall feel the wraith of pained love
The silence of blessings, black gloves in mourning, your funeral unto the eyes of your Dove
No relief of comfort shall rain on the weariness of your head, or promises to subside will ever come from above
The seal of Revelations unto your household has been broken
Calls of redemptions, unto deafness it echoes of tierney, more suffering will be awoken
I sacrifice your life for the fallen tears of my own
No rest in your journey, a chaotic dwelling now becomes your home
From the blood of the sacrificial lamb I drink in your honor in the midnight hour
Darkness reign, light comes no more, sipped, and swallowed so shall it be done promised upon the fifth power
To the calling of my Haitian Loa, to my ancestral calabash rattle
Your soul, your money, your loins, your emotions, will be devoured, no amour for a mortal man of Job’s earthly battle
You see me so clear, no obscurities of me
I dance on your grave in the calling of the Pagan's blue moon victory
Not for competition, however I did promise a certain poet. I will lend him my moral support and enter his beautiful competition, good luck and a very fierce competition, Adagio
The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Blackdove, Ely, adagio, Josh, Kinkpoet, Phantom2426, Stoney223, Eerie, JetNikolai, Jade-Pandora, LtDansLegs, Poems4me, JohnnyBlaze, javalini, Tallen, SweetKittyCat5, RiAN
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Blackdove, Ely, adagio, Josh, Kinkpoet, Phantom2426, Stoney223, Eerie, JetNikolai, Jade-Pandora, LtDansLegs, Poems4me, JohnnyBlaze, javalini, Tallen, SweetKittyCat5, RiAN
