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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
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Moon Child

 
Each night of overcast protection  
When the air is filled with coastal haze,  
Light of fair orb’s rising reflection  
Is seeking while hidden from my gaze.  
 
She graces each day, ev’ry ev’ning,  
Hoping notes of my love she will find.  
Sending tears of stars while believing,  
Praying for my words the sweet’st kind.  
 
I peer in the mist for my ember,  
As my thoughts tell her listen be still.  
On nights you think I won’t remember,  
But of course, dear child, I always will.  
 
My love, Moon’s affection, I’ve missed you  
As the tides in me still ebb & flow.  
How can I cease doing what’s nat’ural  
While your Mother’s embrace tells me so?  
 
For until there’s nothing left to scribe,  
Till the restless tides give in, and die.




The preview image is original art entitled “Nocturnal”, by Jade Pandora.  
                     
   
NaPo Prompt Comp 2018
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MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 86awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5593

Satan’s Lamb


Peculiar winds blew
on the corner of Set Street
and Loki Lane, while
angels hung
in mid-flight.

Even Satan averted his eyes,
red-cheeked,
at what was birthed—

a lamb, endless eyed
in deep pools of black, with
cloven pens
for hooves, yet
with a crystalline heart.

“I swear I did not do this!”  Satan cried.

“He is your lamb!” spat the Angels.

Creation groaned
and the lamb turned toward the Devil
and grinned…..





(for Hades Rising)

anna_grin
ANNAN
Dangerous Mind
15awards
Joined 24th Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 3367

i feel it like the bone spur on a phantom toe

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MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 86awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5593

Oz, Down Under

The villagers gathered
at the courtyard gates--
would this be the day
he would speak?

There were no greasy-fingered
trolls
to harpoon, yet
they longed for a word,
any word,
to set their souls at ease.

"Perhaps he is out riding the boat,"  one said.

"Maybe he is stirring the Barbie, "  said another.

"But the Bible says that no man
shall know the hour of his return,"  still another said.


The villagers nodded in agreement
amongst themselves.

"Hear, hear!  We shall wait!"  they decreed

And so they remained watchful,
hopeful,
that Oz would drop words
like bombs
into their minds.

"He will let us know, when!"



(for Hemi )

RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
South Africa 29awards
Joined 24th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1257

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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JusTim_
Tyrant of Words
United States 26awards
Joined 22nd Jan 2017
Forum Posts: 171

No More, No Less

Morning comes
these eyes too heavy to wake
not knowing did they even sleep
 
all night writing
of those lips  
brushing gently across my cheeks
 
rough drafts no longer remembered
after the twenty-fourth toast to your kiss
this mind's amiss
 
the well's gone dry
and I'm parched
 
silence echos thru the stillness
as I keep on mouthing your name
 
too many days are wasted
waiting for the right one to come
let me be your moon
a reflection of you and your sun
 
what is, what was, what's done
 
no more, no less
nothing to expect
Written by JusTim_
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poet Anonymous

My apologies
for being such a bitch
and not paying
homage to all the Poets
who enter ... I guess
I just don`t like cluttering
my own comps with comments
kind of like the way
I don`t like Hosting long comps.
I think many Poets know
that I don`t say or express
much on anything  
unless you PM me or I leave a comment
on Poems I have read.

So ... to all the POETS
who have entered thus far
THANK YOU for all the GREAT ENTRIES!

~Devlin


Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

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HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
United States 34awards
Joined 8th June 2013
Forum Posts: 1613

MadameLavender said:Satan’s Lamb


Peculiar winds blew
on the corner of Set Street
and Loki Lane, while
angels hung
in mid-flight.

Even Satan averted his eyes,
red-cheeked,
at what was birthed—

a lamb, endless eyed
in deep pools of black, with
cloven pens
for hooves, yet
with a crystalline heart.

“I swear I did not do this!”  Satan cried.

“He is your lamb!” spat the Angels.

Creation groaned
and the lamb turned toward the Devil
and grinned…..





(for Hades Rising)


Awesome. Thank you!

eswaller
Dangerous Mind
United States 30awards
Joined 22nd Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 749

For a Jade That Sparkles

Those words that bring up feelings of nostalgia for a place
I have never been to before. Those words that I always trace
With my fingers. With my eyes closed they bring familiarity
And warmness that washes over me like the crystal clarity
Of summer ocean waves. It is like I am right there with you
Experiencing every laugh and every smile. Even the accrue
Of tears are fading away. I find my way back home as we
Are not meant to stay in the past for too long. We fully see
The way we paint and sculpt pictures with the stroke of our
Pens like a painter with her muse having extra horsepower.
Written by eswaller
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RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
South Africa 29awards
Joined 24th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1257

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]        
       
       
      
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

Guess what I’m doing NOW?

(Jade Tiger visits RevolutionAL in South Africa!)  
    
I roar & romp right up to Al’s front door    
And pose w’ paws on hips growlin’ his name.    
He peeks a crack & blinks then hits the floor,    
I push aside the plants and grab his frame!    
     
I pounce upon Al’s bod' as he cries "OW!”,    
There's no use to object, the signs are clear.    
I'm hungry for some cow, I want it now,    
You can't deny the fact Ms Tiger’s HERE.      
     
Go throw some veggies on the bar-b-que.    
I'll eat the steak half raw, then I'll have you!      
     
But after conversation with my friend    
I knew for Al this wouldn’t be th’ end.
   
     
I never knew you had a flair to cook!    
You should compose your food like poetry.    
I’ll help to sponsor your first gourmet book,    
Then everything you’ll write by recipe!      
     
So what brought you here to th’ southern most,    
The continent ain’t big enough for you?    
That’s why the Africans all tend to boast,    
When you “arrive” then they’ll be famous too!    
     
I guess I can’t eat you after my steak    
With all the topics that I love to push.    
I need someone to conversation make,    
Your family are all hiding in th’ bush!    
     
Well do I get the job? I’ll start right now.    
I’m worth my weight in hamburger of cow! 


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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

OLD TOM & the TIGER (with Hepcat61)

(a nursery sonnet)  
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/239494-old-tom-and-the-tiger/    
     
The tiger knew no cage but “habitat”      
The time that I have spent away from home    
She was the queen of her half-block domain      
Has never been like there and yet the same.    
She’d rest in summer shade like any cat      
To take me back, but limit where I'd roam,    
But then would come the cold mid-winter rain      
That brought me down each time the winter came.    
        
Old Tom, would lounge as well and watch her stalk      
Most times while deep in thought while I would tread    
As she would pace and watch the humans stare      
Ignoring humans even though I'd see,    
Old Tom would stride and match her walk for walk      
From shadow's movement when I'd raise my head,    
And she would smile to watch his strutting there      
For there you'd be, Old Tom, amusing me.    
        
But with the rain his queen would barely stir      
The bitter cold of rain would have me think    
These frigid rains that made her feel so sick,      
About the trees and grasslands of my birth,    
So lost, then came a rustle in her fur      
Before my mother's lessons were extinct,    
It was Old Tom with nip and tug and lick      
And since, companionship of your full worth.    
     
Old Tom would stay and play with her awhile,    
You always knew just when the time was right    
He always seemed to prod his tiger’s smile.      
To visit with your queen to her delight.    
     
     
With my gratitude for Geoff's permission to collaborate with his original write, as a call-and-response.    
 
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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In honor of Hepcat61, who inspired me to finally try my hand at sonnets after months of reading his.

anna_grin
ANNAN
Dangerous Mind
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i feel it like a bone spur in a phantom toe

 
 
 
he wanted nothing  
except a midas touch  
a book deal  
and immortality
 
you gathered up spit for your words like there was water in your lungs.  fkn idiot. chaos magic in your dna: death-defying but only because you had a falling out with her.  you were always going to go back.  i don't care where you are.  we've forgotten you; how does that feel?  you're not important here.  when i leave, it'll be the same.  i know you saw the  darkness.  the gravitational collapse i thought that i could handle.  but you knew different.  and its not over yet.  it's not fucking over.  
 
shouldn't have left you hanging
 
but its who i am;
 
you know that.  
 
 
 
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crimsin
Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
United States 120awards
Joined 25th Jan 2011
Forum Posts: 2608

I love you Poet and here's why

 
you are a man of honor
you don't take no shit
when I lie on the page you know it
because bullshit doesn't fly
it stinks

my best hasn't hit a nerve in you in a long time
maybe I've gone soft
but don't count me out mister
I haven't given up yet

I will arouse your passion
get you fired up
why because it's so sexy
to see you lay it down hard

I will get you fully erect
with a raging boner
suck you as long as it takes
while your favorite porno queen is playing
till you have me lapping at your cum
no spitting always swallow kind of whore
your dirty little hell slut

shooting it straight is your way
you don't play games
if people were wondering now they know
real talk from a true New Yorker

you asked me what I love about you
how about I don't get no ass kissing from you
if I don't get your full attention
you skip over me

I respect that
I respect you

your hard where a man should be
you piss nails
then melt me with prose
how do you do it?

all wrapped in that sexy package
you got me turned on just thinking about you

so there it is
truth be told
I am in love with a man I can never have
but damn it that's hot
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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