Poetry competition CLOSED 7th August 2018 10:07pm
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Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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fred_r_kane
fred r kane
Twisted Dreamer
United States
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Childhood Trauma

She rests in Autumn leaves with a smile of spiders;
they've replaced her lullaby and her kiss.
I lie beside her and beg for resurrection,
and I whisper to her heart how much she is missed,

but she wont get warm.
She wont get warm.

Blood is splattered on the family album.
There’s a pool coagulating on the floor.
The hammer fell, but I’m feeling no justice.
I can’t feel anything any more.

She wont get warm.
She wont get warm.

Outside a church I stood in the rain.
Something is calling me into the wild.
When I feel the sacrilege,
I scream at the heavens;
“Mother is the name of god to every child !”

And, she's in the Autumn leaves with her smile of spiders.

Father is a wolf at the foot of the stairway:
a portrait hung in web every time mother speaks.
It contradicts all
I thought was worth saving.
Now, vertigo, blood, and the stench are making me weak.

I can still hear her speak,
but she wont get warm.
Written by fred_r_kane (fred r kane)
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fred_r_kane
fred r kane
Twisted Dreamer
United States
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Unholy ghost in this machine

Brother John Staggered out of his desert:    
picking teeth with a scorpion stinger.  
His eyes wide, evidently blinded  
by the bone white sand (another mescaline vision).    
He said- “Forty thousand years or forty God's-eye days    
left me with no money and my devil to pay.    
Now I’ll settle for a shot of scotch    
and a chance to get a glance at the Reaper’s watch.”    
    
It's so lonely being god like.    
Your only friends are avatars.    
I pay a visit just to get the spike,    
and collect a few new battle scars.    
Tiny crucifixions.    
Quaint assassinations    
are of no real concern;    
I’ll always come back, always    
come back to you.    
    
I put the money in the brief case.    
I got it from the man they call the Dead Ringer.    
Caught a train to my secret place    
where I met up with that underground singer.    
She sang: “Forty thousand years or forty god’s-eye days-”    
I was working for the cash to keep my devils paid.    
All she could produce was a bottle of scotch;    
I was pissed to see her wrist had on the Reaper’s watch.    
    
It’s so lonely feeling godlike.    
Can’t leave behind any evidence.    
Let they who seek have do it in faith    
as they approach my place of residence.    
Tiny mutilations.    
Quaint assassinations    
are of no real concern.    
I’ll always come back    
always come back for you.    
    
     I'm an unholy ghost in this machine.    
     Unholy ghost in this machine:    
     answering those dirty little prayers    
     for some of that    
     laundered money.    
    Ain’t it paranormal    
    how I can get away clean?    
    
“God, fuck, and damn it” is philosophy:    
taken from the man who said he’s seen it all.    
I read the book, and I took it all in     
while I was waiting for my devil to call.    
It’s been forty thousand years (or forty god’s-eye days)    
since I was lying by a corpse who was a pretty good lay.  
Now, I'm sipping Tennessee (keep your bottle of scotch)  
while I take the time to shine the Reaper’s watch.    
    
This is what it is to be godlike:    
you proportion the worms to the number of stars.    
A hundred bullets, or just three good spikes,    
and all your friends are avatars.    
Tiny crucifixions.    
Quaint assassinations    
are of no real concern,    
but they can always come back    
always come back to you.  
 
Yeah, they can always come back-  
Always blow back on you.
Written by fred_r_kane (fred r kane)
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shaniadittee7
Avengers
Strange Creature
Bangladesh
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Your Wind Through November

I found myself in a new place
Standing, my hands asking for yours
You took me as I never wanted  
Humming the joyous verse  
With new lyrics & melodies  
Painting colors, our future  
On a beach, on a Sunday  
On a mountain, on a very sunny day  
We're glittering, blessed by sun ray  
You saw me through bubbles
But I saw through your heart.  
  
The sky grew bluer  
Green smiled greener  
& sun shined brighter  
All colors together  
I'm always a dreamer  
So I know it can't stay any longer  
Now I'm left with only a present  
It's your wind through November.  
   
   
I found myself looking at the dates  
Outside, the drops falling from heaven  
Making the glasses vividly seen  
Running on the date  
To the forest we shared  
To the beach we cuddled    
I saw you came, hoping I was still there  
Our eyes met soaking, it's no goodbye  
But rain drained all the glitter  
& clouds covered the sun  
Green, blue, all the colors faded away.  
   
The sky grew darker    
Greens got blackker  
Let the storm carry away all my desire  
Make my chapel drier  
Make it rain like never before  
Make me left with only present
It's your wind through November.  
   
Your rain & sunlit in November  
Your steps & hand in November  
Your storm & breeze in November  
Your promises & lies in November  
   
I find myself hoping for one more Sunday  
It's been ages, I never felt this way  
The forest now buried with snow  
Finally the stars heard me  
I'm here now, in white beauty  
Sun's glittering tree like new diamond  
Our eyes met drier, didn't say much  
But our silence shared the beautiful goodbye  
Thanks for your new wind through November.
Written by shaniadittee7 (Avengers)
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shaniadittee7
Avengers
Strange Creature
Bangladesh
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Nicotine Love

Got a picture of you in my phone.
I'm not gonna scroll it down.
I'm not gonna change.
Staring at the eyes of your face;
Those saying thousand of dreams.
Having a pinch of nicotine,
1.5% is not enough.
I swear this is my last;

Leaving the drawing,
Heading to the balcony.
So many stars twinkling out there!
Laughing & missing with me.
Got a earphone in my ear.
Playing sweet unknown.
Smokes flying through the cloud!
Hiding the moon inside.
Feeling frozen; but nothing to warm me up.
I'll overcome every obstacles for you.
I won't stop loving.
I swear on you.

Got two bottles of champagne,
Still waiting for your toast.
I will wait for you.
I swear on this nicotine tonight.
Written by shaniadittee7 (Avengers)
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David_Macleod
David Macleod
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RezOLiauQ6c

DU Page - try.com/poems/316035-save-me-revised/

Sung Beautifully by Missy :-))  
   
SAVE ME  
   
I've got the fear  
It's even dark in the day time  
And the voices that I hear  
Tell me it's useless just to fight on  
With every shed of tears  
The strangle hold it tightens  
And I've got the need  
I'm alone in a crowded place  
No thought how deep  
Brings me to a state of grace  
I need to feel  
The desire to touch written on my face  
Chorus:  
Save me, oh save me  
Catch me when I'm falling  
Catch me when I'm falling  
Save me, oh save me  
Can't you hear me calling  
Can't you hear me calling  
You--r name  
   
I've got the pain  
It's of my own creation  
And I looked in vain  
For my own salvation  
And this is the rain  
I sweat in desperation  
And I've got the rage  
My anger knows no bounds  
On every page  
My hatred can be found  
I should be caged  
Or let loose with the hounds  
   
Chorus:  
Save me, oh save me  
Catch me when I'm falling  
Catch me when I'm falling  
Save me, oh save me  
Can't you hear me calling  
Can't you hear me calling  
You--r name  
Woah, woah, woah  
Calling you--r name

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runaway-mindtrain
Fire of Insight
United States
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kissing in the snow

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kissing in the snow
Verse 1:            
I'm walking down the path we both made when we first laid the plans              
Ring in our new life...              
Holding hands while we would run so far away from those who snuff our light              
Shine on our new life...              
               
Chorus:              
Kissing in the Snow              
The flakes fall on the road              
She taste like wine              
Still on the vine              
I love her more each day...              
               
Verse 2:              
When we were only babes we would play and daydream all the day              
About this mystery life...              
Never knowing that we would wake from both our sleeps and see appear              
Burn on our new fire              
               
Chorus:              
Kissing in the Snow              
The flakes fall on the road              
She taste like wine              
Still on the vine              
I love her more each day...              
               
Guitar solo              
Verse 2              
Chorus            
             
             
lyrics, vocals, cheesy video:  Jeff Simpson(mindtrain)            
music: Jason Bradbury, Jeff Simpson
guitar solo: Jason Bradbury

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wallyroo92
Fire of Insight
United States
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My Everyday

The other day the pilot light went off in my water heater,
I checked it out but I couldn’t check the meter,
That meant no hot water for who knows how many hours,
But I had shit to do, so I took a cold shower.

The other night, my woman and I got into a fight,
She told me to remove my shoes from the living room,
I told her yes honey, but this is my house bitch!
I said under my breath and didn’t do it till morning, BOOM!

Just this morning as I was making everyone breakfast,
I noticed there was no milk for coffee in the fridge,
But I did see there was powdered creamer in cupboard,
So I used that instead but just a smidge.

My everyday thug life is a hoodlum’s slice of paradise,
Living on the edge with a pledge and a sacrifice,
My average day is the hood way and crazy theme,
The schemes I dream up are just a scream.


My credit is five-eighty it’s lazy and shady,
I pay half my credit cards and so they gang up
The hollers from callers are not from some ballers,
Every month collectors hassle me but I hang up.

I catch chicks staring cuz’ I’m so bold and daring,
I wanna tell ‘em “Hey! Eyes up here and not at that”
They check out my skills, I know it gives them a thrill,
Watching me fold my woman’s panties at the laundromat.

Even as I cruise down the boulevard I get stares,
They’re like “that dude is hardcore” but they have no iota,
Of the life I that live with no reason to forget or forgive,
Even though I have a wheel cover missing from my Toyota.

My everyday thug life is a hoodlum’s slice of paradise,
Living on the edge with a pledge and a sacrifice,
My average day is the hood way and crazy theme,
The schemes I dream up are just a scream.


The sign says sixty-five but I’ll drive sixty-six,
There’s no limit to my spirit that’s how I get my kicks,
My lunch at work may only be an hour,
But I’ll take sixty-five minutes to show them my power.

I’m so hardcore people look at me think I’m like Thor,
Just smaller, fatter and a little closer to the floor,
My mug shot is a picture of me on my coffee mug,
With a hint of rum on the run because I’m so thug.

And if someone tries to talk down or disrespects me,
I file a complaint through the proper channels hastily,
My silence is golden and it helps me embolden,
Because my rage is a caged fart I can’t hold in.

My everyday thug life is a hoodlum’s slice of paradise,
Living on the edge with a pledge and a sacrifice,
My average day is the hood way and crazy theme,
The schemes I dream up are just a scream.


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beanbandit
David Gonzales
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Love...love...love...

Love... love… love…
Is a lot to say

Some say that love is really just a drug…
Send a shot this way…

I put my hand upon her heart and tug…
She tells me not this day…

So cool I turn my heart off with a shrug….
I will not display…

Untrue I tell myself I need no hug…
But you haunt my shame…

Love… love… love…
Love is not a game

She took my hand and led me to my grave…
I didn’t want to play…

So cruel I stood and dried my tears with pain…
Like I’m not from shame...

She took my heart and gave her all to change…
I fear I’m wrought his way…

I tried to run far from it, run far away…
Heels just stopped and stayed…

Love… love… love…
Love is not this way

Her rain boots squeaked on the floor with ease...
Said there’s more to me…

I kept my hand upon the door for peace…
Shout vehement speech…

Her ears grew armored toward my reach…
I hope she didn’t see...

And hope one day she’ll love a king…
Not my impostering...

Love... love... love...
Is a lot to say…

Love love, love...
Written by beanbandit (David Gonzales)
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LunasChild8
Fire of Insight
Canada
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Congratulations, Miss_Sun for winning the DUP Idol competition! You have an incredible voice and the instrumentation + lyrics added the cherry on top. I'm so pleased that you've participated and gave me the opportunity to listen to your amazing songs. Well done!

Congratulations to first runner-up, runaway-mindtrain. Like with Miss_Sub, I like the extra effort you've put in actually singing your song and creating instrumentation for it. Well done!

Last, but certainly not least, congratulations to the second runner-up, Jade-Pandora, for her excellent song-writing skills. I enjoyed reading them, and imagined different sorts of melody that could accompany your songs. Well done!

A huge thank you to everyone else who participated and shared with me your songs. I look forward to reading your work in the next competition, "Lord of the Poems: The Fellowship of the DU."

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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States
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Wow thank you so much, to our lovely host Luna!  I’m very honored to be a runner-up to this competition, and my congratulations to trophy-winner Missy, and to fellow podium mate & superb poet Jeff (runaway-mindtrain!

See you all again... and to you, dear Luna... thank you for having me!

Jadey

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Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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Oh wow! I’ve been away so just catching up. Thanks for this :)

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