Poetry competition CLOSED 27th April 2021 9:36am
WINNER
Razzerleaf
Razzerleaf
RUNNER-UP:
Ahavati
KINDNESS
Poetry Contest Description
Your take on Kindness
“Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.”
― Henry James
“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”
― Aesop
Narrative Poem
Your take on kindness.
two poems per poet
any reasonable length
no extreme contents
old or new allowed but not previous winners
no collabs
no chats in thread
― Henry James
“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”
― Aesop
Narrative Poem
Your take on kindness.
two poems per poet
any reasonable length
no extreme contents
old or new allowed but not previous winners
no collabs
no chats in thread
Kind
shall words spoken be truth so harsh
to uplift young minds to greatness be
will the straight and steady
be prod enough to happy better selves
or one kind word with caring looks
with a smile and lighted countenance
be a better ruler for inquisitive minds
thus push them to a better height
What says thee
scholar, do you agree.
-not an entry-
shall words spoken be truth so harsh
to uplift young minds to greatness be
will the straight and steady
be prod enough to happy better selves
or one kind word with caring looks
with a smile and lighted countenance
be a better ruler for inquisitive minds
thus push them to a better height
What says thee
scholar, do you agree.
-not an entry-
Mother Death
- Mother Death -
I denounce thy faith, I deny thy service to servitude.
In my name, breath ceases and flesh becomes dust...
Foolish is thy foolishness, thy voice in song is rude.
What use is faith in my presence, where steel rusts!
I am the black of a moonless eve, I am the absence,
Of light, of life, of all the things that shackle a soul.
I am liberation, rebirth and the light in the darkness,
Where I take my lovers, where time takes not a toll.
Dost thou know me, child, and in knowing despair?
I am Mother Death, and my mercy is ever absolute.
Even as my merciless wrath is beyond any repair...
For it wracks, it burns, it freezes, it makes desolate.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Those who revere me need not worry over the end,
For beyond the endings of all things, we rise again.
In my gardens below the under-places, devils tend,
The roses of my contentment, with blood and pain.
My names they whisper, my throne they keep well,
Awaiting my return, at the end of cycle and season.
I am in the stars, in the earth, even in the deep hell,
Where burn and freeze those guilty of each treason.
My children play my music, as my kindred gather!
In the deep, in the dark, in the cold and heat below.
They know me well, in every atom beyond matter,
And they sing, songs of joyous suffering, and woe!
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
The witches who worship, as in the eldritch wilds,
Of bygone ages, wherein a black moon didst rise...
Speak my names and keep my scriptures, not mild.
Do they know I listen, and hear, or often surmise...
That I walk in this body, living and breathing full?
Mother Death, the Maiden and the Matron Trinity.
My mind reaches out, and multitudes feel the pull,
Whilst never knowing the source of such divinity!
Remember this when thou thinks of me, and thus,
Keep joyful thy devotions to the Mother Oblivion.
I am a part of all things and keep well in my trust,
The dawn and dusk that fuels the darkest devotion.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
I denounce thy faith, I deny thy service to servitude.
In my name, breath ceases and flesh becomes dust...
Foolish is thy foolishness, thy voice in song is rude.
What use is faith in my presence, where steel rusts!
I am the black of a moonless eve, I am the absence,
Of light, of life, of all the things that shackle a soul.
I am liberation, rebirth and the light in the darkness,
Where I take my lovers, where time takes not a toll.
Dost thou know me, child, and in knowing despair?
I am Mother Death, and my mercy is ever absolute.
Even as my merciless wrath is beyond any repair...
For it wracks, it burns, it freezes, it makes desolate.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Those who revere me need not worry over the end,
For beyond the endings of all things, we rise again.
In my gardens below the under-places, devils tend,
The roses of my contentment, with blood and pain.
My names they whisper, my throne they keep well,
Awaiting my return, at the end of cycle and season.
I am in the stars, in the earth, even in the deep hell,
Where burn and freeze those guilty of each treason.
My children play my music, as my kindred gather!
In the deep, in the dark, in the cold and heat below.
They know me well, in every atom beyond matter,
And they sing, songs of joyous suffering, and woe!
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
The witches who worship, as in the eldritch wilds,
Of bygone ages, wherein a black moon didst rise...
Speak my names and keep my scriptures, not mild.
Do they know I listen, and hear, or often surmise...
That I walk in this body, living and breathing full?
Mother Death, the Maiden and the Matron Trinity.
My mind reaches out, and multitudes feel the pull,
Whilst never knowing the source of such divinity!
Remember this when thou thinks of me, and thus,
Keep joyful thy devotions to the Mother Oblivion.
I am a part of all things and keep well in my trust,
The dawn and dusk that fuels the darkest devotion.
My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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qualities of mercy
kindness
affection
altruism
care
compassion
be
careful
how you
set your ration.
compassion
concern
consideration
gentleness
goodwill
do
not
unkindness
seeds distill.
goodwill
helpfulness
kind-heartedness
selflessness
sympathy
do
not
run short
of empathy.
sympathy
tenderness
thoughtfulness
understanding
warmth
be
merciful
lest self
you harm (th).*
© Copyright 2021 April 06
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
*tender heart
affection
altruism
care
compassion
be
careful
how you
set your ration.
compassion
concern
consideration
gentleness
goodwill
do
not
unkindness
seeds distill.
goodwill
helpfulness
kind-heartedness
selflessness
sympathy
do
not
run short
of empathy.
sympathy
tenderness
thoughtfulness
understanding
warmth
be
merciful
lest self
you harm (th).*
© Copyright 2021 April 06
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
*tender heart
Written by cabcool
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Kindness
Unquantifiable gift
the ever open hand
extra mile of strangers smiles,
The hug that's never bland
with ever warmth to meet demand.
Spirits, that just Angels lift
unwavering.
Ease the millstones life inflicts
Tidemarks upon chalk white cliffs
the ever open hand
extra mile of strangers smiles,
The hug that's never bland
with ever warmth to meet demand.
Spirits, that just Angels lift
unwavering.
Ease the millstones life inflicts
Tidemarks upon chalk white cliffs
Written by slipalong
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Lessons in life (Part 1 Try a little Kindness)
Mr Barker chose to teach, it didn’t choose him,
it laughed at him, pushed past him
showed him all its failed floors
and ugly scuffed rough corridors,
it spat manic in his face
tried to trip him, open his case.
He trembled and couldn’t control
the class or his body,
holding chalk was a chore.
I gave my advice for free,
keep away you tosser
before you infect me.
I was outside college
hugging coffee cups for warmth
as the elephant shuffled onto the ice.
It rattled like a witch doctor's bone bag
its legs shook with each mouse size step.
Shoulders heavy under the weight
of knowing it would only get worse.
I fell, offering an apologetic hand,
taking an arm as strong as a spasm.
For the first time I saw it,
the tired effort beneath such frailty,
grey wrinkles of desperation
in search of normality,
hiding in the chaos of the herd.
As the elephant drove away
I saw his secret graveyard
and how he would arrive there alone.
From then on when Mr Barker chose to teach,
I chose not to be a dickhead.
it laughed at him, pushed past him
showed him all its failed floors
and ugly scuffed rough corridors,
it spat manic in his face
tried to trip him, open his case.
He trembled and couldn’t control
the class or his body,
holding chalk was a chore.
I gave my advice for free,
keep away you tosser
before you infect me.
I was outside college
hugging coffee cups for warmth
as the elephant shuffled onto the ice.
It rattled like a witch doctor's bone bag
its legs shook with each mouse size step.
Shoulders heavy under the weight
of knowing it would only get worse.
I fell, offering an apologetic hand,
taking an arm as strong as a spasm.
For the first time I saw it,
the tired effort beneath such frailty,
grey wrinkles of desperation
in search of normality,
hiding in the chaos of the herd.
As the elephant drove away
I saw his secret graveyard
and how he would arrive there alone.
From then on when Mr Barker chose to teach,
I chose not to be a dickhead.
Written by Razzerleaf
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A TENDER HEART
Allow yourself to feel sympathy for someone else
Teach others courage and vulnerability
Enjoy the spirit of kindness
Normalize your affection
Diligently express compassion
Every day give encouragement
Reach out to God in prayer
Help others feel good about themselves
Eagerly ask for forgiveness
Allow others to help you
Remain humble
Trust others with your love for them
Teach others courage and vulnerability
Enjoy the spirit of kindness
Normalize your affection
Diligently express compassion
Every day give encouragement
Reach out to God in prayer
Help others feel good about themselves
Eagerly ask for forgiveness
Allow others to help you
Remain humble
Trust others with your love for them
Written by TIG
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Corona Blues - NYC Love Story
My wife quarantined for 33 days
The first week was bad
Then she got slowly better
Enough so that we would take walks
Mask and gloves on
The whole time she was sick we were vigilant
Never letting up on hygiene and sanitizing
My black shoes have bleached souls
We are super careful
She still got sick
6 days out of quarantine and she’s had a relapse
I’m cooking again if you can call it that
My wife is a super caregiver
She takes care of cooking and cleaning and works part time
Walks dogs too
I work a stressful sales job
Now we are both home
She’s sick again
I’ll nurse her back
Soft boiled eggs and tea
Rice and beans
Reading and exchanging information
We live in a decent sized one bedroom apartment
She stays in the bedroom mostly
I live in the living room
It’s doable
When she started to feel good again
She was taking ballet classes on Zoom from the bedroom
I sit and read and do occasional sales work
The road job had gotten old
I miss it though
The freedom to ride the subway
Shaking hands
Making a living
She thanks me for making her food
She makes me food all the time
We’ve been married 30 years
Feels like yesterday we were taking our vows
We hardly ever argue
I make funny faces to make her laugh
Everyone said I was too wild it would never last
They didn’t know the real me
They didn’t know the real her
There’s tons of love
Even more respect
I gotta go boil the water
Earl Grey tea when she’s sick
Coffee when better
She makes great coffee
I do the basics
She never complains
Sometimes asks for more half and half
The first week was bad
Then she got slowly better
Enough so that we would take walks
Mask and gloves on
The whole time she was sick we were vigilant
Never letting up on hygiene and sanitizing
My black shoes have bleached souls
We are super careful
She still got sick
6 days out of quarantine and she’s had a relapse
I’m cooking again if you can call it that
My wife is a super caregiver
She takes care of cooking and cleaning and works part time
Walks dogs too
I work a stressful sales job
Now we are both home
She’s sick again
I’ll nurse her back
Soft boiled eggs and tea
Rice and beans
Reading and exchanging information
We live in a decent sized one bedroom apartment
She stays in the bedroom mostly
I live in the living room
It’s doable
When she started to feel good again
She was taking ballet classes on Zoom from the bedroom
I sit and read and do occasional sales work
The road job had gotten old
I miss it though
The freedom to ride the subway
Shaking hands
Making a living
She thanks me for making her food
She makes me food all the time
We’ve been married 30 years
Feels like yesterday we were taking our vows
We hardly ever argue
I make funny faces to make her laugh
Everyone said I was too wild it would never last
They didn’t know the real me
They didn’t know the real her
There’s tons of love
Even more respect
I gotta go boil the water
Earl Grey tea when she’s sick
Coffee when better
She makes great coffee
I do the basics
She never complains
Sometimes asks for more half and half
Written by PoetSpeak
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Riddle of the King's Seed
Once there lived an ancient king
Without and heir or marriage ring
He was old, and groaned about his throne
And the future of his home
And so one day the king decreed:
"The kingdom's children get one seed.
To the child who's plant is best and faire
I shall declare them my heir!"
Three months later they arrived
From city straights and countryside
And plants of every kind were here
And yet the king was without cheer
Yet last of all a young girl brought
A little empty flower pot
Without a plant...and filled with soil
To her the king gave all the spoil
Why?
Without and heir or marriage ring
He was old, and groaned about his throne
And the future of his home
And so one day the king decreed:
"The kingdom's children get one seed.
To the child who's plant is best and faire
I shall declare them my heir!"
Three months later they arrived
From city straights and countryside
And plants of every kind were here
And yet the king was without cheer
Yet last of all a young girl brought
A little empty flower pot
Without a plant...and filled with soil
To her the king gave all the spoil
Why?
Written by EleazarSwan
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