Poetry competition CLOSED 18th February 2019 3:18pm
WINNER
Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
RUNNER-UP:
slipalong
Beyond Origin
Groove train
In a pocket feel of our music soul played to behoove
Sets a chorus of scholars in concert of secret groove,
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Mysterious light from these Vril maelstroms unsung
Such solar stop-light as the Thulistic rites then come,
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So burn black sun of such tangible illusion funk beat
Sumerian drums are then woken after lifelong sleep,
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Disturbing slumber of impending golden age trance
Sliding new constellation rotation of their old dance,
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Shining star to our rhythm dimensional inner mirror
Showing mental conflicts of history from heart error,
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Offbeat dark road of selfishness to end in a doctrine
That thought pimp job got them bitches all locked in,
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Since these actions manifesting create heaven & hell
All good & evil to exist as a self-imposing mental cell.
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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A Suspension in Time
The spirits of our ancestors come calling,
A suspension in time where the mind connects,
It’s ethereal, beyond this material world,
Linking the past to the present.
It’s a primordial sound, that presence,
The very essence of our profound souls,
Resonating in the halls of our brain,
Recalling an earlier primeval era.
Hear the drums beckoning you,
Feel your heart follow the rhythms,
Chanting the chants of our predecessors,
Dreaming their dreams from within.
Heed the echo of voices through time,
When man and nature were once close,
The reverberation going through the mind,
The intonation reminding us who we were.
Reconnect with Mother Earth,
Upon a time when man was one with her,
Be with Father Sky to witness and rebirth,
The rise and dawn of man.
The spirits of our ancestors come calling,
A suspension in time where the mind connects,
It’s ethereal, beyond this material world,
Linking the past to the present.
It’s a primordial sound, that presence,
The very essence of our profound souls,
Resonating in the halls of our brain,
Recalling an earlier primeval era.
Hear the drums beckoning you,
Feel your heart follow the rhythms,
Chanting the chants of our predecessors,
Dreaming their dreams from within.
Heed the echo of voices through time,
When man and nature were once close,
The reverberation going through the mind,
The intonation reminding us who we were.
Reconnect with Mother Earth,
Upon a time when man was one with her,
Be with Father Sky to witness and rebirth,
The rise and dawn of man.
Anonymous
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Anonymous said:<< post removed >>
Many the thanks your way for hosting a competition
very dear and close to the "beat" of my soul , Lady AMelia...
Well met , everyone , I do believe the beginning heard our words !
Forwards into the roads of our past we travel , creating our future !
The Web Is Woven With Our Weyyrd
Many the thanks your way for hosting a competition
very dear and close to the "beat" of my soul , Lady AMelia...
Well met , everyone , I do believe the beginning heard our words !
Forwards into the roads of our past we travel , creating our future !
The Web Is Woven With Our Weyyrd
slipalong said:Congratulations Blackwolf on winning the silverware, my entry marked could do better thanks for the interesting comp Amelia
SlipAlong , many thanks to you , and may your words
weave the Weyyrd even more wonderfully next round...
My name has a long history in the wolf clan , as Fenris
is woven of the energy stream , or Web of Night and
heralds the renewed day...
His is my gift , and my bane , my destiny , as I weave
the words , and the Web of Weyyrd , that is mine alone...
Be Well In Your Path
SlipAlong , many thanks to you , and may your words
weave the Weyyrd even more wonderfully next round...
My name has a long history in the wolf clan , as Fenris
is woven of the energy stream , or Web of Night and
heralds the renewed day...
His is my gift , and my bane , my destiny , as I weave
the words , and the Web of Weyyrd , that is mine alone...
Be Well In Your Path
