Poetry competition CLOSED 28th December 2018 3:21pm
WINNER
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Heaven_sent_Kathy
RUNNERS-UP:
Jade-Pandora
and PoetsRevenge
"Yesterday is History"
Poetry Contest Description
The Classic Corner: Emily Dickinson Tribute
Co-Host - Johnny Blaze
Part VI in an ongoing series introducing serious writers of DUP to the most well-known poets, both classical and modern.
Emily Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.
Despite her prolific writing, fewer than a dozen of her poems were published during her lifetime. After her younger sister Lavinia discovered the collection of nearly 1800 poems, Dickinson's first volume was published four years after her death. Until Thomas H. Johnson published Dickinson's Complete Poems in 1955, Dickinson's poems were considerably edited and altered from their manuscript versions.
Since 1890 Dickinson has remained continuously in print.
Guidelines
As Dickinson's poetry rarely contained titles, you may choose and write a new poem honoring her from any of her published works. The first line of your poem MUST also be the title. The link to the poem that inspired you needs to be posted in the Author's notes of your DUP submission.
1. One entry per DUP persona.
2. No erotica; this is open to all ages and can't be viewed with an ECW.
3. No exact word limit; however, most of Dickinson's work contained short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation.
4. Any form is acceptable.
5. Hashtag #EmilyDickinson.
Comp will be judged by a panel including myself. You have one month; best of luck to all entrants.
Yesterday is History,
'Tis so far away
Yesterday is Poetry
'Tis Philosophy
Yesterday is mystery
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away
~ Emily Dickinson
A Murder in Snow
( After Emily Dickinson )
A Murder in Snow -
perched upon white
thousands of crow -
gather to formulate
A Murder in the night -
this patterned death
from windows we admire -
their silent form of life
~
A Murder in Snow -
perched upon white
thousands of crow -
gather to formulate
A Murder in the night -
this patterned death
from windows we admire -
their silent form of life
~
Written by Ahavati
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[ CC ] Hell Has Unpoetic Properties
Hell has unpoetic properties -
novel constructions minus plot -
while a level for every devil ...
yards they just don't got!
Nary a tree leaves me questioning
Maker for makings making no sense
Grass ain't greener Other Side either -
side-less-ness exists without fence
I'd rather dwell in Possibility's acres
Aching for Paradise on Earth, I wait -
eager to relieve beleaguered eyes
in walks about my Heavenly Estate
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Non-entry entry
How Arrogant Are We
How arrogant are we
To equate human extinction
With the end of the world?
When we humans disappear
The stones and rocks will not care
For they will still be here
#EmilyDickinson
To equate human extinction
With the end of the world?
When we humans disappear
The stones and rocks will not care
For they will still be here
#EmilyDickinson
Written by snugglebuck
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There’s a Certain Slant of Light ( after Emily Dickinson )
There’s a certain Slant of light
as Eventide crests –
Kyanite empyrean
O’re its flaming breasts
Deep repose, it doth evoke –
Diminished to hour
Recalling – Memory extols
‘Neath shady bower
Life’s bounty, freely gathered
– What may be found –
Laid before a lambent throne
Our daily accounts!
But, Woe! – What penalty doth wait
‘pon crepuscular siege
Of Outer Darkness eternal –
Should no fruit be reaped?
~
#EmilyDickinson
as Eventide crests –
Kyanite empyrean
O’re its flaming breasts
Deep repose, it doth evoke –
Diminished to hour
Recalling – Memory extols
‘Neath shady bower
Life’s bounty, freely gathered
– What may be found –
Laid before a lambent throne
Our daily accounts!
But, Woe! – What penalty doth wait
‘pon crepuscular siege
Of Outer Darkness eternal –
Should no fruit be reaped?
~
#EmilyDickinson
Written by Ahavati
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[ CC ] My Soul Dominatrixed In Bondage Moments
My soul Dominatrixed in Bondage moments
Long Dungeoned, latexed from her Destiny
I seek recompense in matrixed rendesvous
decadence with Classical Poetry
willing Mistresses dispense
Elizabeth Bishop bites her lips -
pigtailed thought of mine she does pull -
haunting my hollows with her
keen observations harnessed
amidst every taut handful
and taunting that follows -
slave to Assessments in prose
I am a voluntary guest at best
Meanwhile, Emily Dickinson, deviant
dickens she is - her Liquor goes
straight through to my hips!
Back in sockets, eyes roll
as I become drenched, full
from Tongued sips of which drips
passion - never fails - o'erflows
in usual fashion - metaphorical trips!
Play so ... wordy, it feels ... dirrrrrrty
Unbuckled - left a moist heap on the floor
Such strain and pain this body did take!
Oh my God!
How it does ache for more!
Was it Lust or Love?
Poetic Medic, I need
My Consonance, wore
and Assonance, sore
No doubt requiring Bandage
Mistresses of Classical Poetry for
you I will continue to bleed in
homage
#EmilyDickinson
Written by MaryWalker
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Non-entry entry
[ CC ] I Taste Of Wines Brewed By God
I taste of wines brewed by God -
from laced satin confines white
Desirous to dance nude - be it odd -
I've come drunken in moon's hindsight
Debauched with Dew I drink from you
Bright summer night will inevitably end
I am as Busy Bees buzzing flower or bust!
Eager to kiss Butterfly Wings - I must descend!
Divine as nectar filled Seraphim quim -
Please! Be my Angelic Host this eve
'Till Sun arrives, I'll continue on knees
to lick and swill - Suckling nectar 'till I leave!
#EmilyDickinson
Written by MaryWalker
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Non-entry entry
Mirrored deception
As their senses having now been hewed
By a falsified canto, this lie was embued
Forthwith melodic line played to a slant
Twisting doublets across in lying chants,
-
Their noisy edges made into silent faces,
-
Subconscious mind trick pimping dark charm
Certain ethos coursing a foolish vein of harm,
-
Self-secluded in dark chamberless rooms,
-
Exposing mysterium as a false worth
Their slanders into a malicious curse
An anteroom opening celestial sense
Burns a symbolic fire death pretense,
-
The mind rebirth into middle pillar light
All are born to see this light in the night
As hope that life will so balance to right.
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Make Hay Make Hay
Competition NON-ENTRY
Make Hay Make Hay
Ripe passions play
Sultry Sea Tempest
Firey breasts repast
After storms thunder
A babys slumber
Floating Stars we
Moored hearts free
&emilydickenson
Make Hay Make Hay
Ripe passions play
Sultry Sea Tempest
Firey breasts repast
After storms thunder
A babys slumber
Floating Stars we
Moored hearts free
&emilydickenson
Written by rabbitquest
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Wild Tess Wild Tess
wild Tess wild Tess !
You and I must mess
In luxxO-motive
Madd backseat undress
Honk all you want
Parked hearts stay Zonked
But mine - loose 'n Free
Zero to Sixty in 3.3
Hot Hawthorne Cruisin' Night
Chargin' Station Beacon LIght
Might you supercharge with me
bask in elec-Tesla-tee !
#EmilyDickenson
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44087/wild-nights-wild-nights-269
You and I must mess
In luxxO-motive
Madd backseat undress
Honk all you want
Parked hearts stay Zonked
But mine - loose 'n Free
Zero to Sixty in 3.3
Hot Hawthorne Cruisin' Night
Chargin' Station Beacon LIght
Might you supercharge with me
bask in elec-Tesla-tee !
#EmilyDickenson
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44087/wild-nights-wild-nights-269
Written by rabbitquest
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If I Could Leave One Legacy ( after Emily Dickinson )
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations -
I would alter each destiny
with available education;
That decisions stem from facts
viably based in reason
verses illiterate frustration
in politics and religion
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations
I would introduce the poetry
of every Holy compilation
That thorough wisdom be gained
from an ancient form of art
verses inaccurate translations
manipulating the truth
~
#EmilyDickinson
for future generations -
I would alter each destiny
with available education;
That decisions stem from facts
viably based in reason
verses illiterate frustration
in politics and religion
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations
I would introduce the poetry
of every Holy compilation
That thorough wisdom be gained
from an ancient form of art
verses inaccurate translations
manipulating the truth
~
#EmilyDickinson
Written by Ahavati
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