Poetry competition CLOSED 18th April 2018 4:48pm
WINNER
24601 (John Brady)
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RUNNERS-UP: Miss_Sub and case28

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king of the hill

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anna_grin
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MadameLavender said:
Case wins because
he lives in that fabulous place
where everyone is named
Alice or Mathilda.

Missy wins because
I just fucking love her, and
want to dry-hump all her craft projects.

Rabbit and Uma win because
they let me feature them
as poet of the week--well
as soon as Uma sends me
her interview ...

Mags wins because
I can't even lick her shoes
in reverence, she's so far
above my caliber and
I can't reach.

Devlin wins because
she's got the best idea of all --
shove it up my ass, and
maybe it'll make me cry
about something else
other than Mia.



you put it better than i could (how i feel about this competition, it is impossible to really say 'better' when there's so many high caliber entries)  ml,  i remember when my cat died i was not at all prepared for how important the loss would feel to me.  it sucks and i hope u remember to take care of yourself

in other news i am thrilled to announce that uma has stolen the crown with the tip of her scalding tongue

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24601
John Brady
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I don't love you, darlin'

It's midnight and you are gone
having blown up my cell for hours;
I'm still that first choice in a long line
of biblical screw-ups
 
cause baby got a touch of fuck about her
it bends her over the desk most nights,
her ankles holding her panties to ransom  
as she stands desperate
all toothpick heels
and nowhere to party
 
until she's banging my headboard  
with my useless skull and those thighs
are gripping my hips in a bone vice
knee-deep in wet disappointment.  
 
She told me she loved me once,
and I told her not to fucking lie
 
pushed her back against the door
gagged her with her ripped shirt,
because it was easier to fill her silence
than listen to another bullshit story
about how feelings fuel the world
 
and I don't love you, darlin'
you and your ricocheting emptiness
starving the joy right out of my cock,
you and your dismay overloading
into this cesspool of moisture
we somehow call a life
 
for I have memorized your flavor
your bitter-sweet burn of regret
wounding my throat with melancholy  
one gash after the next  
until bleeding, we explode
in the scarlet arms of our fears
 
and my girl I would rather  
drink myself to death
than have you murder me
one exhibitionist orgasm  
at a single
fucking
time.
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anna_grin
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woweee. @me next time john brady.  what a lovely unexpected surprise this is! of course the crown is not to be given lightly.

me myself and i will now confer and .. what is it they do in jury rooms, deliberate? anyway i will decide in a bit


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24601
John Brady
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@me?

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Magdalena
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an unapologetic 'fuck you'

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MadameLavender
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anna_grin said:

)  ml,  i remember when my cat died i was not at all prepared for how important the loss would feel to me.  it sucks and i hope u remember to take care of yourself


I'll be fine--lol--need to beat myself up for a few days then I'll move along with life.

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cloventongue89
Nathaniel Peter
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Beautiful Symptom

I guess silence is safety
And the best way to preserve our social image

Remaining true to self-perception but never truly self

Iíve spoken out of turn and too far to conceal
But you let the void that stands between us lie for you
As you attempt to outwit heart and fool yourself
Make believe Iím nothing and no one

Just another face with only the consequence
The toll it takes on self to consider
Yet never the damage done
Paired with anyone worth remembering

Like we see everyone
But all we are is invisible
Except for our distinguishing scars

Just another body
Just another word
Just a song we write about love
That we sing better than we know how to live

Make a whisper of me and Iíll be your secret kept
So tight lipped even to the point of searing a feeling
Like nerve endings in the fingertips and a touch revoked
You hate my letters but they tell so true
And Iím not quite convinced that Iím nothing to you

Tell me the truth about your honesty
Though honestly itís probably a lie
When did romance become so damaging?
Except on the terms of a confession better left unsaid

When we commend our openness
Until the dangers of vulnerability
Become gavels in the eyes of strangers
Like megaphones for self-reflection
And mirrors that accuse through apertures
With looks fired through silencers of hushed ammunition

Emotional blackmail like minefields wired to the heart
Waiting to be tripped upon exposure of all the things
We donít let the world see about ourselves
Apart from a cipher for metaphor
And context like make up remover for word play
Like poetry is heart in disguise
Yet emphasized all at the same time

As flaws are highlighted and spoken of as wellness
Despite the reality, that sometimes the best words spoken
Are but the ways we parade as if our hearts arenít sick
And what is the art of tragedy but a beautiful symptom
The ailments of the human conditionÖ
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fuck I'm.sorry for the delay everyone but mr. Brady is undoubtedly the heavyweight  champion as of now.

mags : your entries are also incredible, I really enjoyed the read and I wanted to give u the crown...
@cloventongue, I think it's stronger than your first, sadly the game has just been stepped the fuck up  :o

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DevlinDLC
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Oh, fucking pancakes!

I need to try this again ...





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DevlinDLC
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no one digs your poetry but yourself, Dev Ö oh yeah Ö



SERIOUSLY Ö I don't know why
you even make it a point to stop on by
and pay my poetry your pathetic visits,
or why you would waste eye cells
and brain cells to decipher what you're trying to read,
might as well slit your fucking wrists and bleed;
my quill is a new breed of ink;
carved in the profanest of words
encapsulated by the rams of rage
capitulated by the inimitable of obscurities Ö
there's nothing pretty about my forked tongue beauty;
I am a different kind of poet on a whole other level
too intense for you, it's true,
extreme, brazen & blue, it'll put a serious dent in you
after you realize you don't belong here
in my hood, in my domain, in my egotistic lair
much less, my computer and my fucking chair;
and no matter what kind of bad ass name
you try to stake your claim and fame on Ö
truth be told pricks 'n bitches
I'm the bad ass one,
  from living breath
 †to the death of my flesh .
I'm the bitch
 †with the deadly poetic fist
I'm the Diva
 †throwin' it down
 †on the ground
 †the Devil knows better
 †than to fucking come around!
Shit Ö I'm pitching so much fucking heat,
to me you'll always just be another poetic meek
to chew up and spit out and step on and stomp out
so do me a favor and don't fucking pout
by sugarcoating my flavors
with your criticisms & bullshit'isms
just bury your fucking head and savor
all those jealousy's & sorrows
and tomorrow do us the favor
and seek your ego some psychological help
because it's you, baby
whose poetry no one digs † † † † † † † but your-fucking-self!








 †*Dev out, and you're done Ö Fuck!
 † † † † † and here you thought you were
 † † ''the one''! †

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David_Macleod
David Macleod
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Pirates of Souls

 
I went for a long walk
off a very short pier
after turning to you
my deaf ear
it was right for me
to walk the plank
it was mainly you
I had to thank
I swam away from you
through shark infested custard
you thought I wouldn't do it
said I couldn't cut the mustard
I could only cut the cheese
well who cut the cheese
when I made it to shore
on my own
and told you
to fuck off
you and the pack
of lies you rode
in on
you are now
just a wide receiver
how does it feel
the shitty end
of the constipation spoon
thing is there was no spoon
you were always full of shit
that's why you floated
like a bobbing turd
wallowing in a raw sewerage
that all came from
your brain enema
well your head enema
there are no
brain cells there
Just prison cells
that you locked
people and their
souls away in
not criminally minded
just bonded slaves
white slaves
who would have thought
white men with no
white privilege
mundane servitude
get yer smokes for ya boss
wash yer cottons for ya boss
feed ye like a baby boss
wipe ye down clean boss
there is not enough
caustic bleach
that would clean you
I am not driving miss Daisy
I am driving an ice pick
into the base of her neck
bleed her out
I was told this
Was just impossible
But I proved you can
get plenty of blood
out of a stone
the sad thing
is that this was
a rebellion for one
your emotional demise
made no real difference
to your character
as you carried on
collecting new souls
to destroy
and abandon
some folks never get
what they deserve
especially when they
deserve mistreatment
and punishment
some people are charmed
without being charming
some people say bless
without being blessed
some people are evil
without being the devil
there should be a hell
for these people
but there isn't
they will die alone
or surrounded
by sycophants
trampled by
forgetful elephants
they have one deathbed regret
loving was alien
real love
never given
or received
now that's what
I call punishment
What a waste of a life
This life of waste
I have no tears
I bought in beers
To celebrate
I would dance on your grave
Even if you were getting buried
In shark infested custard
The plank has gone
The pier survives
If you want to lose your pirate
Buy your own parrot and
Get your own plank
And just swim away

(No Ice Picks were harmed in the writing of this poem)
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Magdalena
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I would've picked Brady too. Loved that one the first time I read it.  

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anna_grin
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it's still the Brady show folks

but for all your entries, never have i felt so completely outclassed in a competition i am judging.  a coup is still possible but it has to be something something right now

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Juvenalis66
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Endless in forever

Endless! The sand flows through the hour glass.  
Infinite grains of dust in time.  
We bow our heads to power,  
under a whip, as slaves we bow.  
No use in rebelling to such overwhelming ego,  
as again and again, we will reap but sorrow.  
No limit we add to our flowing of days,  
as our river will merciless reach its estuary.  
We shall never gain the ocean, but we shall leave a bitter trickle of our soul that will be lost. And It shall be no longer tomorrow.
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slipalong
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Abuses child

Hidden under crumpled sheets
crying lifetime tears released †
timid hands and bitten nails †
a horror story fairy tale †
†  
undiscovered anger deep †
pitch and toss of nightmare sleep †
sour taste of blackmail sweets †
self harm under rolled down sleeves †
†  
the Pope with empty empathy †
religion hides its incest creed †
your child's quiet said a friend †
social workers blind again †
†  
toys to comfort and make believe †
crayon pictured drawn unseen †
hidden scars that never heal †
Abuses child is raised deceived

pedophile on the dark web
viewing each disgusting page
little girls and little boys
pervert with his grooming trawls

Jack and Jill he will enjoy
KIng of the Hill he now exploits
quite unheard that cry for help
swell that cry and sort it out
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