Poetry competition CLOSED 16th September 2021 10:21pm
WINNER
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES (WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES (WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
RUNNER-UP:
da_poetic-edifier
Compose... A Musical Poem!
Poetry Contest Description
What it says on the tin. NOT a song writing/ song lyrics competition
I would love to read some poems about music from you lot. You're so brilliant and inspire me every day. I don't mind if you want to write about a band/ artist, a style of music, something technical about music/ instruments/ composition, or just about the way it makes you feel. Surprise me.
Maximum 40 lines please.
No erotica - I'm sure it's an art form in itself, but having never written any and only read a little, I just know it isn't for me.
One poem per entrant for now.
I'm new, so judging written submissions is more than enough for now... I don't know all about the art and spoken word stuff. However, you might like to use your poem to create something multimedia after the competition?
Will 2 weeks do?
Have fun!
Maximum 40 lines please.
No erotica - I'm sure it's an art form in itself, but having never written any and only read a little, I just know it isn't for me.
One poem per entrant for now.
I'm new, so judging written submissions is more than enough for now... I don't know all about the art and spoken word stuff. However, you might like to use your poem to create something multimedia after the competition?
Will 2 weeks do?
Have fun!
THE M YOU SIC
I admire wordplay but admonish gun play
It's bigger than HipHop so watch what you say
Today, lines of reality & fallacy are irreparably blurred
And my perception of the melodic weapon is disturbed
Over a billion served under its big, golden arches
The M u sic on the airwaves is landing fatal punches
No amount of crunches can prepare the GOD body
To handle blows that flow outta barrels of shotties
Bodies are dropping left and right, day and night
Yet, the steel is still glamorized under bright lights
We're losing the fight, subliminally hypnotized
Lyrically, I see, it needs to be reanalyzed
I recognize the carnage that's left in the aftermath
I'm deducing the science while computing the math
The geometric path we're on needs calibration
Rather than additions of genocidal celebration
It's bigger than HipHop so watch what you say
Today, lines of reality & fallacy are irreparably blurred
And my perception of the melodic weapon is disturbed
Over a billion served under its big, golden arches
The M u sic on the airwaves is landing fatal punches
No amount of crunches can prepare the GOD body
To handle blows that flow outta barrels of shotties
Bodies are dropping left and right, day and night
Yet, the steel is still glamorized under bright lights
We're losing the fight, subliminally hypnotized
Lyrically, I see, it needs to be reanalyzed
I recognize the carnage that's left in the aftermath
I'm deducing the science while computing the math
The geometric path we're on needs calibration
Rather than additions of genocidal celebration
Written by da_poetic-edifier
(Damon)
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Anonymous
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Fruit picking from plectrums
I've been lost
In a Humbuckers
field, picking
plump fruit from
plectrums, to fill stomp boxes
full of ripe fancy.
My fingers
cut deep on thin strings,
and I bend
with gravel
as I work away fretless,
always keeping time.
Weighed down by
a solid body,
sustained by
the richness
of a pentatonic crop,
heavy with rocks.
In a Humbuckers
field, picking
plump fruit from
plectrums, to fill stomp boxes
full of ripe fancy.
My fingers
cut deep on thin strings,
and I bend
with gravel
as I work away fretless,
always keeping time.
Weighed down by
a solid body,
sustained by
the richness
of a pentatonic crop,
heavy with rocks.
Written by Razzerleaf
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ROBERT JOHNSON
they said satan
taught him
how to stroke that old guitar
so she'd
purr
and coo
and whimper
and wail
in the bliss
of his long, dark fingers' caress,
her strings bent hard
and pressed against him,
her moans and laughter
rising from a deep black hole
and set free
to haunt the lonely liquored night
even now
through the tinny fuzz
and crackle of an antique recording
tricks
the devil taught
not long before
he called the loan
taught him
how to stroke that old guitar
so she'd
purr
and coo
and whimper
and wail
in the bliss
of his long, dark fingers' caress,
her strings bent hard
and pressed against him,
her moans and laughter
rising from a deep black hole
and set free
to haunt the lonely liquored night
even now
through the tinny fuzz
and crackle of an antique recording
tricks
the devil taught
not long before
he called the loan
Written by javalini
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Hey Billie Jean, Who is the father?
Say it in black and white
what’s wrong, what’s right?
Yes or no, did you or not?
The truth, Will you or won’t?
But they will talk and talk and talk
Who are they to judge?
All is just a smudge
They don’t care
Who you are, who you were
You were caught in a storm
Took you high above the clouds
They painted you in white
They dressed you in tights
Just two steps to the finishing line
You dropped a bomb in their shrine
They blew up your castle
You built on their grounds
I refuse to believe
The facts that I hear
It won’t speak again
They won’t hear it
And we will forget
The truth…
(A/N | I was not a big fan him as a person because of all the craziness, I liked and listened to his songs. but a friend showed me this link [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mx0Un9K5dKQ ] that really changed my view and respect towards him)
Written by dejure
(vick)
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Anonymous
SYMPHONY'S NIGHT VOICES
If you listen carefully
You can hear Mother Nature descant
It's a sound so naturally
"Alluring and Puissant."
Every living thing has a vocal of its own
A bird tweets "yet" hear the running streams
A place they call home
Around Trees that are Queens...
Winds and rain invite others to attend
Enjoying the event
In a moment all is regarded as a friend
After it calms an orchestra is sent
Now ready to begin...
Crickets play their violin
The beauty in the sound
But then toads croak in
"Wow just look around!"
Wolves sneak upon to hear their howls
as the moon shines bright
Present now are mesmerizing white owls
"Just how Gala is this Night?"
Spiders don't stay behind
as they weave their webs
To rhythm as the raindrops skim its lines
Echoes that reach even mountainscapes
Suddenly all is silent at the same term
And in seconds, drums are then heard
"Why is it a woodpecker?"
"Rocking like a real drummer?"
Well rock on redhead fella
Maybe you'll be talented to play the mbira
"EVERYONE LOOK ARRIBA!"
This is so fascinating and entertaining
The chanting of wildlife
There's nothing that needs explaining
Other than to know it's all perfect and nice
If you listen prudently to its true hidden heart
You'll hear the sound of a sacred gold harp
The one gift that gives it "God's Hand Art".
"Blessing it all right from Genesis start."
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
(WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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Sorry it's taken me a while to get back to this. I'm a teacher and September is an insanely busy month. Thank you for every single submission... I loved ALL of them and will give you all some lovely comments when I have more time.
