Poetry competition CLOSED 28th October 2023 10:20am
WINNER
crimsin (Unveiling)
crimsin (Unveiling)
RUNNERS-UP:
slipalong
and down2dirt
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NICO. Janitor of lunacy
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem or text inspired by this song
Beloved muse
NICO (1938\1988) still great after all those years and one of my all time favorites. Her vocals and the veil of mystery around her, she was not just a singer and an artists, no, she WAS art!
I am a big fan of very tragic melancholic dark texts\stories and songs
Write a piece inspired by the song\lyrics
https://youtu.be/r1-KTZk5hXE?t=3
Janitor of lunacy
Paralyze my infancy
Petrify the empty cradle
Bring hope to them and me
Janitor of tyranny
Testify my vanity
Mortalize my memory
Deceive the devil's deed
Tolerate my jealousy
Recognize the desperate need
Janitor of lunacy
Identify my destiny
Revive the living dream
Forgive their begging scream
Seal the giving of their seed
Disease the breathing grief
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Any other style than erotica please
no maximum no minimum
though no haiku either
so a few stanzas at least
title your works
one per poet
one month
Pee-ew! That Smell of Sulfur!
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The janitor of "loving care" am I
hard fumigating rotten stenches tart --
each rhymester's gassy sad-ass life awry
with baby beast butts live wolfed fart by fart.
O who save she deodorizing Earth
true wields so fine a can of peerless worth!
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The janitor of "loving care" am I
hard fumigating rotten stenches tart --
each rhymester's gassy sad-ass life awry
with baby beast butts live wolfed fart by fart.
O who save she deodorizing Earth
true wields so fine a can of peerless worth!
*
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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All Dead's Day
just a bone, a tiny bone
white and polished by years
just lying there by the marker
of a dead person six feet down
is it a thumb
maybe its the middle finger
park of a knuckle
or just the tip where the ring used to be
does it matter
who cares now
its over and done with
its dead, as dead as a nail
why nail though
it never had a life
but its as stiff as the finger
a nail on a finger... get it
the bone though, who's is it
it twitches a little
as if its looking for a name
it has long forgotten
its the old dead's day today
there are people praying
around grave markers nearby
they grieve again, shed tears
they place fresh dying flowers
they unwittingly decapitate from their bushes
dying blooms for the dead
an apt tribute, even as they walk away
a pink petal falls from a bloom
and settles near the bone
and together they stay there
companionably fading together
as the sun goes down
and dies in the gathering dusk.
white and polished by years
just lying there by the marker
of a dead person six feet down
is it a thumb
maybe its the middle finger
park of a knuckle
or just the tip where the ring used to be
does it matter
who cares now
its over and done with
its dead, as dead as a nail
why nail though
it never had a life
but its as stiff as the finger
a nail on a finger... get it
the bone though, who's is it
it twitches a little
as if its looking for a name
it has long forgotten
its the old dead's day today
there are people praying
around grave markers nearby
they grieve again, shed tears
they place fresh dying flowers
they unwittingly decapitate from their bushes
dying blooms for the dead
an apt tribute, even as they walk away
a pink petal falls from a bloom
and settles near the bone
and together they stay there
companionably fading together
as the sun goes down
and dies in the gathering dusk.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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glass ceiling
hope they preach
dangled out of reach
knowing it never comes
but still seekers seek
preachers of war
broken promises charred
repeating history
why is peace so hard
smiles on their faces
destroying civilized places
this worlds history
disappears without traces
scorched earth policy
a mad man’s fall from graces
tear Heaven away from hell
give souls back their place to dwell
battered, scared and bruised
the sky gives birth to hopes hues
leave death to lick its wounds
while the living of life resumes
dangled out of reach
knowing it never comes
but still seekers seek
preachers of war
broken promises charred
repeating history
why is peace so hard
smiles on their faces
destroying civilized places
this worlds history
disappears without traces
scorched earth policy
a mad man’s fall from graces
tear Heaven away from hell
give souls back their place to dwell
battered, scared and bruised
the sky gives birth to hopes hues
leave death to lick its wounds
while the living of life resumes
Written by down2dirt
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Eve
in the spiteful rain I am thrust out of Eden
screaming in agony
barer of a hated fateful seed
anarchy in my blood glorifying my darkest need
I am shackled to the past
reaping my just deserts
toiling in the soil for bitter honesties
seeking shelter from the lunacy
I alter my steps and fall into obscurity
a devil in the midst trailing my steps
uttering fallacy over my body
breaking my words as hollow echoes
stalking my essence
chastising my soul
lest I forget my grievous error
the immortal beckons
I gladly lay down with devils
to discover my blasphemy
massacre the faith I am tied to
and be done with me
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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Caretaker of the crazy me
Caretaker of the crazy me
conjoined in mental tyranny
the dark pit where I inward bleed
and sanity will never seed
wastelands where i wandered
ignored the rotting self
a spent life worn and squandered
touched the devils wealth
a nightmare to caress
the warder in the dungeon
savour, the toxic reponssess
finality is stamped and summoned
distorted music seeps a
contorted relationship dripping
all icy mental storms,
a cesspit full of slugs and worms
a spectre with me always walks
caretaker sweeps and cleans
to keep the mental clutter
demented wildest screams
conjoined in mental tyranny
the dark pit where I inward bleed
and sanity will never seed
wastelands where i wandered
ignored the rotting self
a spent life worn and squandered
touched the devils wealth
a nightmare to caress
the warder in the dungeon
savour, the toxic reponssess
finality is stamped and summoned
distorted music seeps a
contorted relationship dripping
all icy mental storms,
a cesspit full of slugs and worms
a spectre with me always walks
caretaker sweeps and cleans
to keep the mental clutter
demented wildest screams
Written by slipalong
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The Cherry trees
In heavy rain
beneath dripping branches
we dispersed you,
watched you watered down
swirling into eddies,
sinking into the ground.
You'd burst bright into life
all pink and white,
our summer still waiting
for your first smile.
I'd like to think it was sunlight
through the white blossom,
that found the corner of your mouth
and snatched away your breath,
but they never really told us.
In the quiet of our home
lemon walls were waiting,
the farm yard mobile above your cot
clicked on,
a single chime that made me
close the door.
Today, I pour myself some tea
and look to the garden,
the trees, now fully grown,
have quietly laid down
their blankets,
giving up each short life
to help keep you warm,
as they do every year.
beneath dripping branches
we dispersed you,
watched you watered down
swirling into eddies,
sinking into the ground.
You'd burst bright into life
all pink and white,
our summer still waiting
for your first smile.
I'd like to think it was sunlight
through the white blossom,
that found the corner of your mouth
and snatched away your breath,
but they never really told us.
In the quiet of our home
lemon walls were waiting,
the farm yard mobile above your cot
clicked on,
a single chime that made me
close the door.
Today, I pour myself some tea
and look to the garden,
the trees, now fully grown,
have quietly laid down
their blankets,
giving up each short life
to help keep you warm,
as they do every year.
Written by Razzerleaf
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CRIMSIN, Congrats, I am sure that Nico herself would love your piece as for me you wrote down or lets say channeled her essence, surely she went beyond the crossroads of all kinds, anarchy is the true word which was her art.
SLIP , your piece was very creative, in a creative way that matched the song and topic
DOWN2, I liked the sheer pale but dark depth of your piece
CONGRATS all on fine entries which were lovely to see and read
please join me in a next competition
blessings
R\Anne
SLIP , your piece was very creative, in a creative way that matched the song and topic
DOWN2, I liked the sheer pale but dark depth of your piece
CONGRATS all on fine entries which were lovely to see and read
please join me in a next competition
blessings
R\Anne
