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DaisyGrace
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Ye Olde English

The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 2awards
Joined 30th July 2015
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Bedward

Wind the alarums,
I’m bedward bound.

Just like the man in Psalm 6:6
I swim, though not through
tears of cruel distance from God
but torn pages of guilts
and shame and old pictures.
A sea formed of paper on which
my sins are charted, studied, sketched.
Maybe its distance from God after all
that inspires the sea.

Either way I do not cry,
divorced as modern man so often is
from close relationship
with cat o’ nine scourges, bleeding
the nightly transgressions from back
and shoulder blades.

My closet door yawns wide,
my couch is made and left.
The ancient man was bedward bound
by guilt. The modern is bedward bound,
then free.
He’s invented the subconscious
and locked the guilt inside.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Jack Thomas)
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poet Anonymous

Many thanks for your entry, Sibyl 😊

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 17006

LOVE DEATH DEPRIVED

art thou in meander
beloved, beneath the silver moon
boon to Hecate
nay, slave  
in darkness dine
and I deprived of thee
 
hath thou courted him
with thy taunt
for scytheman be not spurned
after thy simper of need
thou sealeth thy doom
 
in death, yea, the yoke
of destiny  
or hath thou scorned my love
beloved
thine eyes turned  
away from mine teary countenance
 
for I Jealous of strange attention,  
swiftly hath forsaken thee
and turned once more
to behold thee  
gone
into the mist of time
with thine own sword
 
shalt I chant thee
into being, beloved
for death return no souls
grip they tight  
with hardy talons
struggle now, but thou shalt not rise
 
O death shalt I sing to thee
with this dagger
to be with my beloved
mine breath grows cold
wherefore art thou...
the night draweth nigh.
 
 
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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poet Anonymous

Hi Grace... which word did you base your poem on?

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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Northern_Soul said:Hi Grace... which word did you base your poem on?

Sorry forgot to mention 'Mumpsimus'.

poet Anonymous

Grace said:

Sorry forgot to mention 'Mumpsimus'.


Thank you

MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 90awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5719

"Swithe Me Therefore", Reeks of Spoofery

Hark, ye lovesick heathens
of Castle Anthrax--
your night hath arrived , and
your knight, has arisen!

Anoint him with elderberries
and coconuts, for
your spanks are but flesh wounds
upon his heart of armor.

Rejoice! O'harpies of lust, for
the grail hath fallen into your hands
at last
with a whispered password :

" 'Tis nine meters per hour
as the unladen swallow, flies".
Written by MadameLavender
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MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 90awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5719

Bedward

What have I done
with another day?

Relics from times when music
wasn't atrocious
flood my vehicle with raw voices --

And me, one bead
on highways of abacus strings
zipping
back and forth
'twixt the frame of work and sleep.

Ah, to drive at night
when few souls are conscious ..

I own the roadways , then,
until I give into
routines of slumber , each
feline, in their places
among my bedding , where
it no longer matters
what happened to the hours .
Written by MadameLavender
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DaisyGrace
Dangerous Mind
United States 18awards
Joined 29th Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 1393

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anna_grin
ANNAN
Dangerous Mind
15awards
Joined 24th Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 3367

elflock

i been buying her flowers  
and watching how she does it
i been twirling her hair
i can almost pass for grown
 
and i want it locked  
 
i promise i’m ready
i won’t talk to strangers
i’ll look when i cross  
and before i leap
 
i brush and plait before bed

she guides my hand
i don’t do it every day
sometimes it’s too hard
sometimes i just wanna play
 
Written by anna_grin (ANNAN)
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Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
United States 74awards
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 2349

to thine own self (and you) be true.


 
To find that secret place  
'Tis once buried;  
O' fathomless profound  
thine own storied [mis]fortune
pondering the mere slight.  
Perhaps thy burning thoughts  
of divinely need?  
As once, such burden form and fit  
when hidden o'er dawn's dewy hilltops  
of grassy blades
that cut
a deepest green  
mixed  
amongst crimson hue'd;  
Hence so dense and heavy marked
here, in all acquired bold,  
conjoined by sheer providence, now ours.  
Keep chested locked in iron clasp  
forever shared betwixt  
us two,
we poor dire lovely souls.  
To now a harmonious
This love,
ventured gained in gold  
 
 
 
 
Written by Bluevelvete
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Honoria
Tyrant of Words
United States 70awards
Joined 22nd July 2019
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1867

Brabble

 
Every time I come in here and hear this brabble
I ignore the horde of hard ignorant psychobabble
It’s a slippery slope when I hope to walk on gravel
Because then the idiocy slowly comes to unravel

It's rabble-rabble, but these turkeys like to gabble
Trying to get the last word in as if playing scrabble
Spittin’ nonsense like they’re ready to go to battle
But they fail to grasp that they too are the cattle

They continue to dabble in all this endless haggle
To get their point across but it sounds like gaggle
Sittin’ there all high and mighty in their saddle
Not realizing they’re down the creek without a paddle

And they can never ever handle all this scandal
But unlike Handel, their Messiah was a vandal
They took a chance and it was a fuckin’ gamble
They stirred shit up and then it was just a scramble

Best believe I have ample samples and examples
A stampede of truth that pummels and then tramples
But the rope can be too dangerous when it wrangles
It can strangle when viewing from twisted angles

Don’t argue with assholes who want to grapple
Even if they deserve a karate chop to the Adam’s apple
Their fiendish schemes seem like those of a jackal
And the gibberish feels like it’s an evil feeble cackle

I didn’t mean to ramble or mangle the real cavil
But we gotta drop the hammer like it’s a gavel
And if they continue with their ceaseless babble
Slam the door shut to stop their petty brabble
Written by wallyroo92
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Razzerleaf
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 27awards
Joined 15th Sep 2019
Forum Posts: 525

Well done everyone, I have really enjoyed this comp, super idea Missy, thank you. Big congrats to DaisyGrace on taking the trophy. I have enjoyed all the poems and its been really interesting to see the different interpretations on the same themes. Many thanks R

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