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LunasChild8
Fire of Insight
Canada
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem to the poet you admire most
Write a maximum of 3 separate poems for 3 different poets/poetesses. Explain why you admire them, and in general what you would want to tell them in person if you could.

Don't be shy!

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RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
South Africa
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LunasChild8 said:Write a maximum of 3 separate poems for 3 different poets/poetesses. Explain why you admire them, and in general what you would want to tell them in person if you could.

Don't be shy!


May I enquire as it is not stipulated...

1) Is being a DU poet a requirement or can this offering be to any poet?
2) Are old writes acceptable or do you require new ones?

Thank you for your awesome competition idea.

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LunasChild8
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Canada
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The poets/poetesses can either be from DUP or world-wide famous. The work can either be new or old.

Thanks for your interest!

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RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
South Africa
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Dedication Poeticus .

   
 
One For Him.  
   
   
   
The wireless toots a concoction    
of symphonic abortion, through    
a four Ohm mid-range loudspeaker  
you sit there mining    
through scraps of paper and board    
remembering your phonetics    
to tweak her  
   
Bashfully dripping the last drop    
of cheap scotch down your throat    
in the hope it'll tidy the red pop    
in your eyes, when it reminds you    
what you wanted to write yesterday    
or last night or the early morning    
   
The haze of second hand cigarette smoke    
is but an illusion of a burning mind    
truth be told    
it's hardly a poetic joke    
All you needed was to walk the damn dog    
there you would find    
some lass, you could use    
new words for    
prove you were a god.    
   
   
And One For Her.  
   

arched backs    
beautiful feet    
and perfect courage    
delivered    
like three blind mice    
and    
you'll be the butchers wife    
   
smash the roller out the ball    
and inscribe your    
torrent deep    
in the denial of    
who you are    
and the strength    
of just one ego    
truer than the rest    
   
I wouldn't need to    
tattoo my emotions    
across the cover    
of my book. But for you    
just this once    
in this psychopathic moment    
I will[.]    
   
I did repeatedly    
write every fantasy    
about you    
your talent    
and misgivings    
but I collared them    
   
unpublished.
   
   
   
-x-    
   
 
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
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Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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You Remind Me

It isn't numerical, explainable  
or even wholly definable    
but it is an arrival    
an abstract made tangible    
enough to taste your flavour,    
whet this shivering blade    
and wait
     
perhaps you never left    
having already lived this hour    
hanging inanimate    
in a tangle of silences
and we are merely lessons    
in articulate past tenses    
we never chose to learn.
Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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Grace
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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For Jessica

Existing in minds, the poets imagery
gentle flow the images divine
of twinkling stars and chimes
in the proclamation of arrival
as the figure sublime
dressed in gossamer gown
and a knight’s armour
swept in with a warrior’s stride
lights of silver through white gauzy gowns
full of loving and love
the heralds’ trumpets sounded

sounds of hollow bamboo
full blown by soft lips
ululating melody
reaching for the snow-capped mountains
reedy sounds divine
woke the warrior’s slumber
smiles blushes and kisses
touches soft and fluttery…
distant sounds of fisher folks
mingled with soft sighs
as ecstasy supreme were reached

Walking through rose-scented gardens
striding over famine wracked lands
riding on horseback through the western plains
swimming naked in blue lagoons
picking shells at an isolated beach
making love under foreign white skies
green grassy land of before
holding hands under flower laden trees
picking a sakura from the garden
These imageries and more remind me of you
My Jessica


A tribute to Kou_Indigo
Written by Grace (Idryad)
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This is for Kou_Indigo. Miss you!

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Grace
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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Madam Fortune-teller

Smouldering eyes look deep within
Hearts of loving kindness
Or of hatred deadly poison
Close your eyes
If you have secrets
For everything escapes
Through the window to your soul
Or sleeps within

She is a fortune teller, a seer
She looks into a crystal ball
And see your past
Look at your future
If you are not careful
And think she is a fool
You will suffer misfortune
Like stumbling into the ditch

She is no witch
She is as beautiful as she can be
Her pinkish red and brown hair
Makes her look so fair
Her blue glittery fingernails
Will make you stare
Her lips coloured sheer coral
Look ready for a kiss

She is gowned in black satin
All frilly at the end
The burst of colours
On her sequinned head band
Holds her coloured hair in
If you are a man
You want to run your hands through it
Women want to shear it

So come one come all
Get your palms read by the gypsy queen
All colourful in black satin    
Her eyes rounded with black kohl
Her nimble fingers touching the crystal ball
Will fascinate you most of all
Before she tells your fortune
What your future holds

Please leave your donation at the door
Make it generous, a hundred will do


*Ps. Kitty, lets make that fortune.*
Written by Grace (Idryad)
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This is for Kitty Montreal.

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Grace
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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For the Wanderer

For the Wanderer
Grace (Idryad)
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This is for Strider.

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Blackwolf
I.M.Blackwolf
Dangerous Mind
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Ode To The Unknown Poet

The Unknown Poet , Name Not Blessed Nor Cursed

As No One Ever Knew Who Wrote Those Words And Verse

Who Wove A Web And A Spell , Of A Heaven Or A Hell

And How That Felt , Art To Melt The Hearts , Do Tell

Or Just Of Life Lived With A Poem Penned Until The End

Or Some Love Letter In Passion's Rhyme Did They Send

Or To Change A Social Injustice They Did For The Rest Of Us

Just Rockin' And Rollin' Like Some Determined Sysiphus

Or To Speak Phrases , Blind Mind Mazes In Their Defense

When Something In Their Consciousness Did Not Make Sense

Or To Bring Laughter , Ever After , And Odd Mirth To Our Lips

This Is My Ode To That Unknown Poet , Blessed By Muse's Kiss !
Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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Lyrically_Inclined
Fire of Insight
United States
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Her

She’s a poetess
A sensual word lyricist
She writes what I want to say
Like a poetic ventriloquist
She’s a genius
Erotic goddess
She hides behind an avatar
To be modest
Her subtle sense stress
Leaves me senseless
Makes me wanna undress
And love myself...

While I pretend to make love to her
Confess my sins to her
Yearn to enter her
Give in to her
Pen her
Bend her
Win her...

Heart.

She’s a mystery
But it’s clear to me
That it was destiny
For this discovery
To open my eyes to see
That Love can be...

Spelled out on a page

For her
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States
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He Always Thanks Me When I Come

( an erotic double Sonnet )

In all my years I never knew a one
Of man or boy that fell in love with me,
Who was polite when after sex was done,
To grateful show how good the act can be.

And then I met a man of po’em bent
With virtue for the formula of rhyme.
‘Twas on a Friday on the Internet,
Who showed the art of love, Bob Dylan-time.

But how he did, it titillated one;
It was distracting what he did with words.
For cyber-scening he would use his tongue,
O! What it did and what it would prefer.

I could stay home and read a book instead
(I’ve life-long strived on being better read).

While early on when we were single-O,
I’d listen long to learn about his kink.
He thought I should be free to let him go,
In case I felt the need to change up ink.

But life for us proved quite an endless dare
Including learning what each knew of love.
For art of writing is a forte shared,
The ways of which a lover long dreams of.

And when I’m there I never need it said,
He’ll lie between & tongue the wetness deep.
He always thanks me when I come in bed,
To gentle nod, and mumble in his sleep.

I whisper soft, ‘I should do that to you’.
Of course I will, then I’ll be thankful, too.




Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
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Hepcat61
geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
United States
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Jaded Collaborations

(a long pantoum)  

For poets, mouths regard as needed things,  
Like ships that stand at harbor’s ports await.  
From sheets we stain with gifted wonderings,  
Our mouths give resonance, our treasures state.  
 
Like ships that stand at harbor’s ports await  
Full holds of diamonds, pearls and finest Jade.  
Our mouths give resonance, our treasures’ state  
That hold our spills, our seven wonders laid.  
 
Full holds of diamonds, pearls, and finest Jade,  
We shine and sparkle, stars in winter night  
That hold our spills, our seven wonders laid,  
With open mouths release our held insight.  
 
We shine and sparkle, stars in winter night,  
But now I seek reside of closer place.  
With open mouths release our held insight,  
Such lips and tongue let all fair words erase.  
 
But now I seek reside of closer place,  
Where mouths can serve a deeper purpose still.  
Such lips and tongue let all fair words erase,  
To find both mouths delight in other spill.  
 
Where mouths can serve a deeper purpose still,  
My tongue’s pursuit to read your every line,  
To find both mouths delight in other spill,  
That deeper would my penetrate define.  
 
My tongue’s pursuit to read your every line,  
With yours to master mine, as loves present.  
That deeper would my penetrate define  
In you, that space our revelries fervent.  
 
With yours to master mine, as love’s present  
Within our joinings such imbibes partake.  
In you, that space, our revelry’s fervent  
Brought offerings dispel in common take.  
 
Within our joinings, such imbibes partake.  
As common mouths uncommon flows combine,  
Brought offerings, dispel in common take  
A rise and ebb, exists beyond design.    
   
As common mouths uncommon flows combine,  
From sheets we stain with gifted wonderings,  
A rise and ebb, exists beyond design,  
For poets’ mouths regard as needed things.
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cloventongue89
Nathaniel Peter
Fire of Insight
United States
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Forbidden Muse

Sweet and forbidden admiration
Flirting on the fringes of going too far
Nameless beauty evermore you are
A fortified wall and things better left unsaid
I read you still as I follow your thread

You still bleed down the walls on occasion
Something to marvel upon display
Brief with depths undisclosed in everything you say
Open and abstract yet concise
The insights of your relative slice of paradise

Every pearl, a pebble and a ripple
Picking up on the undertones of such vibrations
As I hear exactly what I want to see
Like a blind man misinterpreting the sound
Thinking of the way you made a mistake out of me

Yet I sit here just as innocent and guilty
Beheaded by your silence and withdraw
As we find sainthood after the blood on our hands
For the light of the darkness that we saw

In the aftermath of tragedy
And a never after rendezvous
I’m lost for happiness
And seeking a muse that speaks like you…
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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eswaller
Dangerous Mind
United States
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To The Poets on DUP

Reading their words from afar… they do not know it,
But I wish and long to be inside of their head or world.
What is it that makes you write? The way that you fit
The words so perfectly together like they are curled
Around every wisp of smoke and the spark that ignites
A fire. They help me feel less alone in a big world that
Sometimes feels cold. The way they help all the nights
Become brighter and less dark. They are like the flat
And forlorn dreams that become more possible after
Being forgotten about for a long time. Names that are
Like friends and friends. There is much needed laughter.
You make look to the sky for guidance like the North Star.
Written by eswaller
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RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
South Africa
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Dead Poet, Society?

     
In the quarter moon        
an entire        
bookshelf        
lies        
lost        
       
Dormant        
space        
in cyber-village    
       
In appreciation for ten years of    
solid        
reading        
-gold        
       
I present        
Journal Entry 1018              
       
       
Clouds        
burst        
darkness        
no        
silver linings        
golden ends        
or        
treasures        
sparkling        
rainbows        
       
Christ spare        
a moment        
to apreciate        
a nomad        
warrior        
(they call it        
mobile living)    
   
It's spacious    
warm    
with        
campfire-stories        
       
Untill she fills the      
driving        
seat        
well, then        
[and only then]    
it drives        
like        
a Twincam        
with a        
Free-flow        
screaming        
Fuck You        
to the        
wind        
       
smacking        
hold down        
in        
the        
corner        
flooring        
steel        
to the        
metal    
slicing tar    
enroute        
a bar,        
jukebox        
and        
closing time        
       
Slapping    
handbreak        
- a 180        
middle        
finger        
at        
society;        
because        
see        
       
FUCK YOU        
and ME!        
       
We took          
commercialized        
gang-raped        
the        
essence        
of that        
damn        
park        
[we drove through]  
When the        
table        
trashed      
the        
goddamn        
windscreen        
while        
the woman        
owned        
Kings        
daughter's        
clowns        
and        
courts    
:  
;  
.  
 
And the morning    
saw no -  
mourning?    
   
       
       
 .
[<3]        
       
       
      
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