Poetry Competition Ends 22nd April 2025 2:03pm
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Save the Last Dance for Me… DU FAREWELL CRUISE!
Poetry Contest Description
Poets of DU, the end is near… but before the lights go out and the doors close forever, it’s time for one last dance on a carnival cruise off the Mexico riviera with your host, Alexander Case.
Over the years we've talked about… a DU gathering in person, but reality, logistics and psychopaths always got in the way. So let's make it happen, but hey, save the last for me!
The Scenario
The entire DU community has booked an exclusive farewell cruise, setting sail from the west coast of Mexico. A night of poetic madness, unfiltered revelry, bittersweet goodbyes… and what’s that on the horizon? Does unexpected chaos await? Who's onboard and who’s captaining this fucking ship? And when the final song plays, who gets the last dance… before the unthinkable happens?
The Challenge
Write a new poem that captures the wild, crazy, or even sobering night that unfolds on this unforgettable farewell cruise. Bring the DU characters back to life, embrace the chaos, the emotions, the laughter, the drunken rants and horrendous spoken word, and the whispered goodbyes under star link skies.
Guidelines & Rules
- New poems only – no previously written pieces
- Maximum 250 words
- Unlimited entries – enter as many times as you like
- Collabs are welcome – grab a poet and sail off together
- No holds barred – let it all hang out, but be respectful!
- My final wish… Webmistress, it would be an absolute honour if you shared the last dance with me by entering this poetry challenge.
This is it. One final night. One diabolical party. One last dance before the ship sails into the realm of lengends.
A good dose of hyperbole is what the doctor ordered!
The Scenario
The entire DU community has booked an exclusive farewell cruise, setting sail from the west coast of Mexico. A night of poetic madness, unfiltered revelry, bittersweet goodbyes… and what’s that on the horizon? Does unexpected chaos await? Who's onboard and who’s captaining this fucking ship? And when the final song plays, who gets the last dance… before the unthinkable happens?
The Challenge
Write a new poem that captures the wild, crazy, or even sobering night that unfolds on this unforgettable farewell cruise. Bring the DU characters back to life, embrace the chaos, the emotions, the laughter, the drunken rants and horrendous spoken word, and the whispered goodbyes under star link skies.
Guidelines & Rules
- New poems only – no previously written pieces
- Maximum 250 words
- Unlimited entries – enter as many times as you like
- Collabs are welcome – grab a poet and sail off together
- No holds barred – let it all hang out, but be respectful!
- My final wish… Webmistress, it would be an absolute honour if you shared the last dance with me by entering this poetry challenge.
This is it. One final night. One diabolical party. One last dance before the ship sails into the realm of lengends.
A good dose of hyperbole is what the doctor ordered!
I guess my question would be, do we need permission to include other DUP members by their username, or can we just go for it, balls to the wall?! of course assuming whoever does that, doesn’t use any disparaging language or what not keeping in mind that this is all for fun.
Zazzles said:I guess my question would be, do we need permission to include other DUP members by their username, or can we just go for it, balls to the wall?! of course assuming whoever does that, doesn’t use any disparaging language or what not keeping in mind that this is all for fun.
Yes, this is all for fun, but we all must be respectful at the same time If one wants to go balls to the wall or balls deep, I think it’d be a good idea to get consent… alternatively, one may choose to go balls to the wall or balls deep with themselves to avoid the risk ofnot offending someone, thus making themselves the butt of their own jokes at their own expense… making fun of oneself is what’ good comedy is all about.
If you think you may be venturing over the border into offensive territory, then I suggest you get someone to review your poem and/or ask permission before you post your entry.
Alternatively, you can direct your balls deep humour toward’s case… I’ve heard that asshole has no ego and wears kevlar underwear into gay bars just for kicks… did you see what I did there? Bulletproof!
Yes, this is all for fun, but we all must be respectful at the same time If one wants to go balls to the wall or balls deep, I think it’d be a good idea to get consent… alternatively, one may choose to go balls to the wall or balls deep with themselves to avoid the risk of
If you think you may be venturing over the border into offensive territory, then I suggest you get someone to review your poem and/or ask permission before you post your entry.
Alternatively, you can direct your balls deep humour toward’s case… I’ve heard that asshole has no ego and wears kevlar underwear into gay bars just for kicks… did you see what I did there? Bulletproof!
case28 said:
Yes, this is all for fun, but we all must be respectful at the same time If one wants to go balls to the wall or balls deep, I think it’d be a good idea to get consent… alternatively, one may choose to go balls to the wall or balls deep with themselves to avoid the risk ofnot offending someone, thus making themselves the butt of their own jokes at their own expense… making fun of oneself is what’ good comedy is all about.
If you think you may be venturing over the border into offensive territory, then I suggest you get someone to review your poem and/or ask permission before you post your entry.
Alternatively, you can direct your balls deep humour toward’s case… I’ve heard that asshole has no ego and wears kevlar underwear into gay bars just for kicks… did you see what I did there? Bulletproof!
100% Case,
case… I’ve heard that asshole has no ego and wears kevlar underwear into gay bars just for kicks🤣🤣🤣🤣
Btw great idea for one last hurrah comp, hosted by one of the best comp hosts of all time👍🏻
Yes, this is all for fun, but we all must be respectful at the same time If one wants to go balls to the wall or balls deep, I think it’d be a good idea to get consent… alternatively, one may choose to go balls to the wall or balls deep with themselves to avoid the risk of
If you think you may be venturing over the border into offensive territory, then I suggest you get someone to review your poem and/or ask permission before you post your entry.
Alternatively, you can direct your balls deep humour toward’s case… I’ve heard that asshole has no ego and wears kevlar underwear into gay bars just for kicks… did you see what I did there? Bulletproof!
100% Case,
case… I’ve heard that asshole has no ego and wears kevlar underwear into gay bars just for kicks🤣🤣🤣🤣
Btw great idea for one last hurrah comp, hosted by one of the best comp hosts of all time👍🏻
I never can say goodbye
Beneath the moon's cold, silver glare.
The poets gather, a devilish affair.
Quills and ink, their weapons of choice.
Whispering verses in a haunting voice.
Candles flicker casting shadows tall.
Words of sorrow echo through the hall.
A waltz of despair, their final refrain.
Dancing with demons, embracing the pain.
The air grows thick with a fiery glow.
Laughter erupts, both high and low.
Each stanza a dagger, sharp and precise.
A farewell carved in poetic vice.
The clock strikes twelve, the end draws near.
Yet no one departs, consumed by fear.
Their words ignite, a blazing pyre.
A requiem sung by a ghostly choir.
As dawn approaches the ink runs dry.
The poets dissolve with a mournful sigh.
Their legacy lingers, a cursed art.
A diabolical dance etched in the heart.
The poets gather, a devilish affair.
Quills and ink, their weapons of choice.
Whispering verses in a haunting voice.
Candles flicker casting shadows tall.
Words of sorrow echo through the hall.
A waltz of despair, their final refrain.
Dancing with demons, embracing the pain.
The air grows thick with a fiery glow.
Laughter erupts, both high and low.
Each stanza a dagger, sharp and precise.
A farewell carved in poetic vice.
The clock strikes twelve, the end draws near.
Yet no one departs, consumed by fear.
Their words ignite, a blazing pyre.
A requiem sung by a ghostly choir.
As dawn approaches the ink runs dry.
The poets dissolve with a mournful sigh.
Their legacy lingers, a cursed art.
A diabolical dance etched in the heart.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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My tongue is tapping the roof of my mouth
Seeing daylight
peaking through
the little crack
in your window
us, laying like
marble statues
sealed in small
time frames
as other peoples
faces mould into
the same old
questions
over and over,
our lips refuse
parting unless
they're about
to meet one
another in
the middle
again.
Written by neves
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Paulo Acacio Ramos… wow, that is stunning… such eloquence… you should really enter your name in the 3 word poetry challenge, it’s gorgeous!
And thank you, Paulo Acacio Ramos, for christening the voyage with such a delightful poem!
And thank you, Paulo Acacio Ramos, for christening the voyage with such a delightful poem!
My tongue is tapping the roof of my mouth
Seeing daylight
peaking through
the little crack
in your window
us, laying like
marble statues
sealed in small
time frames
as other peoples
faces mould into
the same old
questions
over and over,
our lips refuse
parting unless
they're about
to meet one
another in
the middle
again.
Written by neves
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neves said:
neves… sorry, babe. But I think you missed the foo king boat with your entry. Reload, recalibrate, read the foo king challenge and have another shot!
neves… sorry, babe. But I think you missed the foo king boat with your entry. Reload, recalibrate, read the foo king challenge and have another shot!
