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Poem Of The Month - December 2022

LunaGreyhawk
Dangerous Mind
United States 19awards
Joined 8th July 2019
Forum Posts: 923

Poetry Contest

Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!

Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.

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1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme.  This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.

2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.

3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.

4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.  

5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.

6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.

7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.

Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!

Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:

2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
November - Honoria

2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August -  Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII

2020
January-  NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB  
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati

2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN

2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October  - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER

2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March  - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK

2016
November  - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI

Wafflenose
Ellie
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 21awards
Joined 1st Aug 2021
Forum Posts: 1214

originality

 


like dinosaur
        thoughts

          creativity
                buried

                Jurassic
                     fossils
Written by buddhakitty
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I'm sulking because I didn't write it!

JusTim_
Tyrant of Words
United States 26awards
Joined 22nd Jan 2017
Forum Posts: 171

Turning Him Into Dust

She waited until after they
had sex to tell him she had found
someone new, then asked if he could
get it up again for round two.

He got dressed and left.
She laid back and laughed.

You don't just break a heart you stomp it.
Written by nikkimoe
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PoetSpeak
Tyrant of Words
United States 56awards
Joined 17th Nov 2013
Forum Posts: 168

Paper Heart sinking...

I sailed paper boats.
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind

they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words

stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open

drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.

I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination

somewhere under the skin
you wander inside of me
sometimes in between the lines
not breathing, timid exhalation

How many steps did I miss?
In my thighs, sewing up the hook
It hurt and I took the bait
hooked from that point on.

throw syllables at me
everything that you can leave here
I am nobody, dissolved salt
collected in an endorheic basin

paper planes dropping words
in the darkness of the waves
quickly drowned never to be seen
only a faint Siren's song
drifting so seductively

Some words will never be spoken
Forgotten to everyone but me
Paper boats sank long ago.
What you did with my own hands.
Soulless... unforgivable.
Written by KristinaX
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Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
United States 74awards
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 2349

December

DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
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Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
United States 74awards
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 2349

miscreants

 


your touch are flowers
laid upon my
grave

as we walk through days
of darkness and
nights of
fire

we smile tenderly
at each other like
killers carving
murder into the
face of rain with
our thirst

drinking

satisfied

stomach's full
of
blood

laughing

at the world
burning
around
us

while no one
else takes
notices

the beauty
of it
all
Written by buddhakitty
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Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
United States 74awards
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 2349

"Your Name Goes Here"


Dear "______",

We're going to be okay.

But just in case,
I wrote you this note.

When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.

Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
     It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,
because they're standing too close
to my wall.

They tell me what I have,
but they can't say for sure
what I'm missing.
They have no idea,
what all I carry already.

I don't ever feel alone,
because I'm so crowded inside.
So please, understand
and start with me
from your outside, in.
I will make room,
and I will deal with it,
as I let you in
to each compartment.

I hear you, I do.
Just at times it gets tangled
with the commotion that overwhelms me.
Read my notes, though;
None of those things inside me
have arms or legs,
so bring me yours.
You can quell that chaos
into silence
for little whiles, at a time.

I can be that person
that you hoped I was.
The one that the professionals
cannot identify.
Their intrigue is not sincere for me.
I'm not to be studied.
I'm not a victim, for scrutiny.

There is nothing missing to me.
It's all just buried
by an extra layer.
Only a smile can open me,
so please bring yours.
Turn my head, if you have to.
Make me see you.
Find my worth.

I do have feelings.
Just because I don't feel
hot and cold,
doesn't mean that nothing's there.
It's all simple to me;
There's only open, and closed.

So be brave enough to come inside,
when the opportunities happen.
I will try my damnedest
to make it worth your while.

It's more gentle than it seems;
I'm not trapped inside,
that's not how it is.
It's that it's the only home
that I've ever known,
that doesn't burn down
in my head.

I'm not a castle,
nor a mausoleum.
I don't need a caretaker
or a queen.
Just help me open my window sometimes.
Because I forget, too frequently.

A few have tried to be those roles,
and I've disappeared on each of them
before they ever left.
I've no room for pretense.

What is real
is that I'm only a ferris wheel.
But I have no say-so
to the highs and lows.
On a good day,
we can eat lunch in the sky.
During bad, I forget to eat at all.
You'll have to bring your own.
And maybe, save me some.

So if you're still with me,
I can't promise you an Eden.
It doesn't mean you're not worth it.
It means that I don't even know
what one is.
Yet I can vow, no snakes
will dare venture here.
There is no worst of things
around me.

You don't have to sign anything.
Just wait, right here beside me
and I will come to you,
every time that my ferris wheel
lifts me up, into the open.


~~~
Written by Styxian
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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States 21awards
Joined 25th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 5295

Almost

To the infinite you

If I tell you
You may be
One truth away to reality
One step away to destiny
One smile away to harmony
One moment away to awakening
One thought away to applause
Just one inhale away to life

If I tell you
You're rare
You may not be perfect
Yet still
You are not less either
Alright!

The way it is
Written by Olivia-H (Mystic Ink Plus)
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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States 21awards
Joined 25th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 5295

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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States 21awards
Joined 25th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 5295

I Pledge Of Allegiance

This world is progressing very fast and somehow, I will have to say in the wrong direction, what was once looked upon as moral decenary has been tainted with the new order of comprised political views, or religion depravation. We tend to live our lives by why we type one keystroke at a time or allowing our brain cells to be debased of intellectual stimulation.
 
The youth, who are the gems of our future are caught in culprit of this New World order ideology. Accepting the corrupt views of what was known from the beginning of time, man and woman, marriage, rearing your children to give them a good education.  
 
The education system here today is riddled with false narratives, historical facts that were proven by historians are subjected to scrutiny, to be omitted or termed non commendable historical facts. Therefore, now you have schools up in limbo to eradicate Critical Race theory, a segmental lesson, I think should be tight in schools. Their hidden agenda is to control the students mind with mind altering drugs. I have seen kids four-year-old and beyond, on medication for attention deficit disorder (ADD) or Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD), I will say, some kids may need medication at this compacity, but when I was growing up, my mother than my grann did not believe in spoiling the child and sparing the rod.  
 
Can you imagine if we had a shortage of medication in that windfall, as we have had baby formula shortage, and now antibiotics.  
 
How can we move forward in an educational setting, when history only conveys one part of past events, a global political ruse to pamper futile minds, who effuse to learn the truth of all human beings’ struggles, but in the same logistical contemplation refuse to find ways to bridge the past with the present, in that refusal several ethnic groups are shunned upon as being slow, and non-contributive to society.  
 
It takes a village to raise a nation, rather you are African American, European, or Native American. We should learn to accept the kindness of the heart, the creativity of the mind, and the embodiment of the spirit not the hue of anyone’s skin tone or desolate anyone presence within humanity.  
 
I found out this is not how society thinks when adopting that Pledge of allegiance, ‘One Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.’  
 
And then we question why some have turned that back on that American Flag, some feel it does not represent their struggles, and liberty and justice are never forthcoming.  
 
We welcome home a female American (Brittany Griner) a W.N.B.A. star, who was held hostage in a foreign country, and was involved in a political swap, by a prisoner, Russian arms dealer Viktor Bout who is known as the "Merchant of Death" this swap, which was government sanctioned, in a take it or leave it deal.  
 
The Kremlin and American government made the decision who remains and who has to stay. In addition, these political talks of releasing both prisoners were ongoing for quite some time.  
 
We should have been embracing the moment in time and looked upon it as Vladimir Putin, relaxed his political stance for a country that is funding weapons and billions to Ukraine to defeat his country.    
 
Why does events of human nature have to come down to race relations. The headlines have been brutal in comparison to a man who served our country, and I bow to anyone who has served to protect this country.  
 
Subsequently, we must hear, the female American should had stayed, and Mr. Paul Whelan, a former U.S. Marine, who is serving a 16-year prison sentence after being arrested in Moscow on espionage charges in 2018 who is being held in Russia for espionage should have been released.  
 
There is no justice, other than appreciating when someone is being held hostage against their will.  
I wished there could had been a fair trade of both captives among them at best, but since fate did not allow it, we should be thankful for any less aggression to show compassion from a foreign country.  
 
You cannot alter fate you can only hope the best from it.  
 
That observation brings me to my next concern, we need to take notice the future implantation of the brain chip is now here, and that implanted chip is under the signature of Elon Musk, who is near perfecting a chip that will be implanted in the brain, and the ruse of his non-FDA approved chip will be in the beginning to assist anyone who has brain injuries and as he stated he will progress it to store your memories, a swap of your hand to purchase items.  
 
Citizens who reside in Sweden have already adopted this way of living.    
 
In regard to Elon Musk’s brain chip be advised a small chunk of your brain must be taken out and then the chip will be implanted by the connection of wires. I have seen the stage to the path of the New World Order coming into view so many years ago, and I wrote a Straight Talk Live piece, a year ago on this very subject.  
 
I will say, parents monitor your kids whereabout, there are a lot of kids who have been coming up missing, and that important news is not spilling forth to view, the sudden disappearance of children or teenagers are being utilized for sex trafficking, human experiments, Satanic Rituals, child pornography, and white slavery.  
 
It is the holidays where we are shopping more, and if you have kids, parents do not take your eyes off them.  
 
In addition, ladies when you go shopping do not place you purse in the cart and turn your back, you are begging to become a victim of identity theft, put it over your head, or if you must, place your checkbook, debit/credit cards in your coat pocket or back pants pockets.  
 
Just musing of occurrences around the world in a mere matter of seconds.  
 
Until our soul meet upon a higher subconscious plateau in this dimension we call life, please be safe and take care of yourself, and others, and be kind in your journey.  
 
SKC, Interim DON, APRN
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1874

consider the stars

Hope founded upon a human being, a man-made philosophy, or any
institution is always misplaced... because these things are unreliable
and fleeting.
—Charles Stanley


consider the infant in his crib,
old-fashioned from Adam’s broken rib;
what shall he become—a bird on wings?
how will he receive life’s offerings?

consider the young man in his prime,
beleaguered by conflicts in his time;
the blossom of youth becomes the fruit
that ferries his world from bud to root.

consider the old man with his cane,
slow-hoisting himself through aches and pain;
sagistic his thoughts and wise his rule,
where time has not made of him a fool.

consider the carcass in his grave,
where worms sate the craw on coy and brave;
men find no pursuit in silent soil,
although aboveground they sweat and toil.

consider the stars while you are quick;
swift days mark the burning of time’s wick.
find purpose beyond this heathen place;
seek favour in God’s Amazing Grace.

© Copyright 2022 December 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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DanielChristensen
The Fire Elemental
Tyrant of Words
United States 36awards
Joined 27th Feb 2016
Forum Posts: 239

Abundant Life

Abundant Life    
 
Passing through nameless West Texas towns  
The neon sign of a motel flashes vacant  
Inside a reprieve from the cold road  
The endless asphalt stretching forward  
Like a jet trail through the dark sea of land  
Inside warm myself by the heater  
Listening to TV evangelists
Sermonizing apocalypse  
Across the electrified airwaves  
 
Sitting in the motel restaurant  
I dig into thick hamburgers  
Listening to Hank Williams crooning  
Your cheatin heart  
Walking across the parking lot,  
A teenage couple  
Lean against an old Buick making out  
 
My thoughts wander to childhood  
Limitless territories to explore  
Abundant life spreading across the world,  
A green revolution  
The bright sun of justice  
Reigning over our troubled land  
Smiling faces looking out of store windows  
People simply living,  
As though it were enough  
 
I hear a man cursing,  
A woman screams invectives  
Through the motel room wall  
As I lie silent in my bed  
Myriad thoughts unwind in my head
Hungers, dreams, regrets  
The flotsam and jetsam of a life  
Slowly the screaming dies down  
Leaving only the beating of my heart  
To keep me company
Written by goldenmyst
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crimsin
Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
United States 126awards
Joined 25th Jan 2011
Forum Posts: 2661

Nothingness and Lust

Nothingness and Lust

Nothing
exists separate
from everything else.

Freedom
includes
those things
which must be
available
in order
to survive.

Lust
dances
through us
so that
we can live
free
of delusion.

We are
not deluded
into thinking
without
emotional intimacy.

Lust
expresses
itself
through
establishing
nothingness
with another
person.
Written by runningturtle87
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Olivia-H
Mystic Ink Plus
Fire of Insight
Nepal 1awards
Joined 20th Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 2

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Thank you to the following members for voting:

Billy_Snagg, Rew, JiltedJohnny, Phantom2426, Bluevelvete, PAR, monovox128, LunaGreyhawk, olivia, MadameLavender, da_poetic-edifier, DanielChristensen, Mc_NJaxed, Wafflenose, Salient_Swan_, Everavalon, LightningBug, Iconic99, ReggiePoet, Marks, Shinobi

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