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koshka
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Poetry Contest

thought it was pretty obvious given the title
this is pretty much a free for all.
write a poem, any length, any subject {erotica is okay as long as it's not overly graphic} which includes five of the following words ~

* psychosis
* tea
* androgynous
* lemongrass
* chemical
* baptism
* clockwise
* libertine
* gravity

guidelines ~

* new poems only {obvi}
* two entries max p/p
* no collaborative efforts
* please title your entry
* use italics or bold type to highlight the words you're using
* when i say any length..  not a dissertation {i have no attention span}

really look forward to reading the entries
~ k

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cold_fusion
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they said androgynous  were the angels


before you could point me
my psychosis
and its gravity
lemme go
and grab my tea
lemongrass tinged
yet chemical free

my baptism
only highlighted
my libertine existence

they said androgynous
were the angels
and i were not one

you say my psychosis
is self inflicted
and the world
is doing its best
to reach out
to me
i say yes
indeed
do feel the same
the world is out there
all the time
like i'm the hour hand
and it-the minutes
chasing me clockwise

trying its best
to get me

to get to me



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My Chemical Death

In an active state of psychosis
I sipped ginger and lemongrass tea
The room span clockwise and I cried
as my body was grounded by gravity

My chemical baptism was a treat
bathing in my heroines slaughter
Did he die or was it me that perished?
Please burn me with your holy water

I need to make a confession
whilst I’m living like a libertine
I forced the church to their knees by being
an androgynous sin not made to be seen

He didn’t die for our sins but I did
Only lies are pedalled on earth
I will forever thank your imaginary God
that I died peacefully at birth.

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koshka
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starlite
cold one
thank you both for kicking this off with amazing entries ^.^

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MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
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Horizon


Thoughts drift
to tea and scents of lemongrass,
strange distractors of
mind and soul—
trickery,
to shut out images of
androgynous corpses
destined for lye and
other chemicals, aftermaths
of the psychosis of a Fuhrer
and his libertine followers.

I would very much like tea,
presently, but
I bank my plane toward the horizon,
propellers spinning, wildly, clockwise, like
the fans that cooled the dance hall—
that place, a million lifetimes away, where
I promised Edith, I’d marry her,
afterwards…..

I slice silently through the night,
flying,
flying,
bombs spilling and tumbling
from my plane’s gaping belly,
gravity,
making Dresden a baptism of fire.

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cloventongue89
Nathaniel Peter
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Forgot to emphasis used words...(ignore)

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cloventongue89
Nathaniel Peter
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Subtle Suffocation

 
Heavy hearted
My sins like an isolated gravity
Drag me under
I can't gasp reality
My psychosis comatosis
Living nightmares in denial of
This diagnosis
Chemical docile illusion
Childhood is its own grandeur of delusion
Dreams seep from my eyes
My vision immersed
Like shadows brewing from tea ground lips
A baptism of ashes in every verse
Contaminated oxygen
I breathe, I die, in sips...
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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Nathaniel Peter
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When Life Hands You Lemongrass...

Possessed of your androgynous features  
Turn back time to counter clockwise lifetimes  
Severed follicles to shelter stray beauty  
Parade to front heart  
Sensual salts to provoke a thirst  
For libertine ventures  
Turbulence upon take off  
Will your smile hold up to fake joy with the orgasm?  
As you go on dissatisfied and flaunting  
In an effort to entreat the approval of strangers  
Does the witness validate the existence of love?  
When your ties are as fiction as folklore festivity  
Losing faith in your heart like a hurtling commit  
Caught in motion but going nowhere  
Make believe the everlasting  
Romance to spruce up chemical reactions  
Devotion unquantified on unbalanced scales  
Love is not a perfect science  
Lacking longevity to give legs to your high hopes  
"I do" is easier said than committed to  
Don't resent me because you doubt yourself  
Life like lemongrass when greener is bitter on the other side  
The best in you has such a way of bringing out the worst in me...
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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koshka
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squuueeeee!
more entries!
thank you, ml & cloven :)

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Spiltsunsets_XVII
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The Second Embrace:

time       ...time’s nothing but a
inherited
warped state of an
sociopathological psychosis,
turning  heaven into a
chemical projection of  things
lost in fire

the youthful ages of my
tenderness  was molested by
gravity ^ rust,
iron and salt lingered in
the air ..
mindlessly smeared against
chambray sheets ..til sunken
into trembling rot

now that that hardly matters
anymore..,
androgynous - lemongrass
chants are pressed to my pain,

i thought …
we were mending our journey
.. before chunks of his mind
became an eternal baptism,
..i slipped into the darkest hues of
them

finding love, captured ^ bound
to my libertine soul..
counterclockwise around my
heart

Life is a tea brewed in bloody
extraction that’s created
between intimate years,
months, days, hours
right down to dreadful awakening  
seconds







*sorry so long, i climb out of myself sometimes*

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takis1917
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In Between

Stood there
between the relative and the absolute
feeling time was running out
yet knowing
time never ends
just runs clockwise in circles.

The waiter arrived
unfolding a table and a chair
"Your table, sir!
Are you here for the baptism or the funeral?"

"What's today's special?"

"Tea, sir!
What is your pleasure?" said the waiter
and his breath caused an atmospheric chemical reaction
effecting the fall of the season's first snow flakes
"Terribly sorry, sir, I didn't mean to..."

"Nonsense!", he cut him off
"Time and gravity come together...
Is it a girl's baptism?"

"Yes, it is, sir! And so is the funeral!"

"Could you please bring me the tea
and let both know I was never here?..."

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eswaller
Dangerous Mind
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On My Feet

Gravity is trying to knock me off course, but
Maybe it is trying to steer me in a clockwise
Direction. The darkness is having me in a rut,
But it will lead me to my baptism with my eyes
Wide open. Every toxin and chemical is slowly
Draining from my system. Something that used
To be so deadly can now be something so holy
And saves me. I do not need another diagnosis
To tell me what is wrong with my psychosis.
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koshka
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sunset, takis, eswaller...
... thank you so much for stunning entries

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Hepcat61
geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
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Bars, Watchers, and Panther Moon

The watchers wait in glades – inferno black –
As clockwise clouds seek blind the panther moon.
Knights libertine, as leather binds their backs,
Slack gravity destroys in sterling spoons.
In scents of tea and lemongrass suspend,
The Fate androgynous that steals my blood,
And seeks, in manly chemical resend,
Baptism in my cock before Its flood.
The howls once torn from tattered hearts escape,
The dreams of madmen’s neon painted lines,
The rot of lovers’ rusted chains agape,
In pools, that window’s angled bars define.
From their assigned psychosis, inks are bled.
From poet’s sealed tomb, come ruin, spread.
 
(Ok, ok, ok - I know you said 5 - so I used 5... and then 4 more - wondering if I could fit all of them in a sonnet... Thanks for the challenge -)

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DaisyGrace
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Lust

When my psychosis
takes complete hold,
I pray that I will find the will
to be amongst the lemongrass
and peppermint and rosemary
cultivated by your careful tending.

Here I will grow,
unseen, while the clockwise
rabbits nibble my fingers and
gravity pushes ever down and in.

A baptism of dirt and aromatics
and the constant touch of
your hands.

*****
entered into the "write a poem using the following words" competition. the bold words are the words from the comp.
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