Poetry competition CLOSED 28th December 2018 4:39pm
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
RUNNER-UP:
Tenderloin
STRANGE CREATURE
Little Green Worm
O little green worm
Grant me distraction
From chemo and radiation
Let me into your artist palace
That I might find comfort and solace
Among your creative artists
Who do not stand in judgement
Of confessions honest
For I want to paint humanity
With a few words of poetry
Before I take my last breath
And am laid to rest
Where your country cousins
Will consume my flesh
Grant me distraction
From chemo and radiation
Let me into your artist palace
That I might find comfort and solace
Among your creative artists
Who do not stand in judgement
Of confessions honest
For I want to paint humanity
With a few words of poetry
Before I take my last breath
And am laid to rest
Where your country cousins
Will consume my flesh
Written by snugglebuck
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I was one
I was one
Who kept it bottled inside
I was one
Who would constantly hide
I was one
Ashamed to speak
I was one
Never reaching my peak
I was one
Who always would fail
I was one
Who’s life seemed so pale
But then
I found a place for my words
I found a place to be heard
I found a place, a community as one
I found a place where a new life begun
Growing from a lost strange creature
Becoming part of my new life’s feature.
I was one
But that one is done.
Who kept it bottled inside
I was one
Who would constantly hide
I was one
Ashamed to speak
I was one
Never reaching my peak
I was one
Who always would fail
I was one
Who’s life seemed so pale
But then
I found a place for my words
I found a place to be heard
I found a place, a community as one
I found a place where a new life begun
Growing from a lost strange creature
Becoming part of my new life’s feature.
I was one
But that one is done.
Written by Rjm
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
The Polity of Picasso
Severed to my bits in clay bungalow,
square foot gullet impressed by gemstones areolas
spun to a knocker.
Welcome.
Bolus sputtered up through the bricks of water snake engravings of the colon.
In redeem of welfare expense...
My mouth puckered on the inside stretcher of the cinder heap of ears and feet jerked by nerve to a keystone.
The pelvic crest saw entrants through,
streaming shaved tangles of hair through the coccyx for the wind's whistling chimes.
Though a few digit tips impaled from the floorboard on the drifter's corns,
an elbow mimed drape rod
as
one bicep, curled by the myson pivot of mortar crease,
bulged into the spinal links of the creaking door.
Our barons come.
At the heat of mold aged beading
from the drunk ceiling tit of one pec plaster,
mice scratched through the paper canvas and hooked my tongue by an overbite,
flailing in the mucous adhesive cement and slab,
whose uvula breathed into a blowfish lung in the aqua tank royal hall
to emit the gas of utterance
while the eye saw from the china set
the bony man with his teeth prodded in a globe of the unassumed realm
and coffee leaves of simmered sweat,
patted not from down his neck dry as Saint Augustine's relic shrine,
as to essay by the disembodied creeping mouth, across the coackroaches' summer rut,
stung by a grapevine of the omnipresent poor,
the oral tradition of ears on a wall.
square foot gullet impressed by gemstones areolas
spun to a knocker.
Welcome.
Bolus sputtered up through the bricks of water snake engravings of the colon.
In redeem of welfare expense...
My mouth puckered on the inside stretcher of the cinder heap of ears and feet jerked by nerve to a keystone.
The pelvic crest saw entrants through,
streaming shaved tangles of hair through the coccyx for the wind's whistling chimes.
Though a few digit tips impaled from the floorboard on the drifter's corns,
an elbow mimed drape rod
as
one bicep, curled by the myson pivot of mortar crease,
bulged into the spinal links of the creaking door.
Our barons come.
At the heat of mold aged beading
from the drunk ceiling tit of one pec plaster,
mice scratched through the paper canvas and hooked my tongue by an overbite,
flailing in the mucous adhesive cement and slab,
whose uvula breathed into a blowfish lung in the aqua tank royal hall
to emit the gas of utterance
while the eye saw from the china set
the bony man with his teeth prodded in a globe of the unassumed realm
and coffee leaves of simmered sweat,
patted not from down his neck dry as Saint Augustine's relic shrine,
as to essay by the disembodied creeping mouth, across the coackroaches' summer rut,
stung by a grapevine of the omnipresent poor,
the oral tradition of ears on a wall.
Written by DecipherMe
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Many Hands To Reach Me
The antidote to drifting
keystrokes
to excitement
dulled
by pornography
derivative
of misogynistic
brainwashing
I arrived here
bashful at first
taking cues
from confident
seamstresses
stitching their
fantasies
and coercing
me to cross
the threshold
to say
and show a little more
the handle
- my anonymous presence
carried some resonance
with others
hiding
from complicated matters
this need
for retreat
to let the future self
reconcile a past life.
keystrokes
to excitement
dulled
by pornography
derivative
of misogynistic
brainwashing
I arrived here
bashful at first
taking cues
from confident
seamstresses
stitching their
fantasies
and coercing
me to cross
the threshold
to say
and show a little more
the handle
- my anonymous presence
carried some resonance
with others
hiding
from complicated matters
this need
for retreat
to let the future self
reconcile a past life.
Written by Tenderloin
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Anonymous
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Down the Rabbit Hole (Strange Creature Comp)
she fell into the deep
not having any idea what
she might find
for her it was a place
to release pent up stories
sometimes too raw to share aloud
her pen easily found strength
marking page after page
here, her voice was found
in writing it out
it was her means of escape,
she could hide here among strangers
who knew only her thoughts
shared in the only way
she knew how
here, her words could flow
releasing memories,
inspirations she may
or may not choose to look at again
a place she felt welcome in
with no judgement
just guidance,
so she stayed
not having any idea what
she might find
for her it was a place
to release pent up stories
sometimes too raw to share aloud
her pen easily found strength
marking page after page
here, her voice was found
in writing it out
it was her means of escape,
she could hide here among strangers
who knew only her thoughts
shared in the only way
she knew how
here, her words could flow
releasing memories,
inspirations she may
or may not choose to look at again
a place she felt welcome in
with no judgement
just guidance,
so she stayed
Written by jemac
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