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Dangerous Mind
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Poetry Contest

The Classic Corner : Ralph Waldo Emerson

Co-Host - Ahavati ( the architectress of these educational comps )

Part XI in an ongoing series introducing serious writers of DUP to the most well-known poets, both classical and modern.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) was an American poet most widely known man of letters in America, establishing himself as a prolific poet, essayist, popular lecturer, and an advocate of social reforms.  Emerson achieved some reputation with his verse, corresponded with many of the leading intellectual and artistic figures of his day, and during an off and on again career as a Unitarian minister, delivered and later published a number of controversial sermons.

Emerson’s enduring reputation, however, is as a philosopher, an aphoristic writer (like Friedrich Nietzsche) and a quintessentially American thinker whose championing of the American Transcendental movement and influence on Walt Whitman, Henry David Thoreau, William James, and others would alone secure him a prominent place in American cultural history.


Write a new poem honoring Emerson inspired by any of his poems.  We feel listing particular poems may be constricting, and want you to follow the inspiration wherever it leads.

Do your best to make us feel as though we are reading poems by Emerson.  The more we feel you "capturing his essence" in "your own words" , the higher you will score.  This will involve choice of wording, delivery, subject material, formatting, target audience - a wide range of factors.  

The Rules

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, attempt to keep it no more than 250 - 300.  

4. Any form is acceptable ( but studying the poet is advised ).  

5. Hashtag your poem #RalphWaldoEmerson and link to your poem here. Do NOT copy paste your poem to the competition. The point is to eventually direct visitors searching for Emerson to your poem via the hashtag we hope will eventually be implemented by the Webmiss.  

6. In your poem's notes, provide a link to the poem(s) by Emerson that inspired yours.

Comp will be judged by a panel including myself.  You have one month; best of luck to all entrants.    

Thought Provoker
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Nature's Kiss

By morning glow on bridge and stream
Arrives the light of new day’s bloom
The Vernal looms, or so, it seems
Intent to birth forth from her womb  
The frozen hills and woods rejoice
The sun returns, the earth to warm  
This morning drowns out winter’s voice
In righteousness, the world transformed
The victory of springtime, nigh  
As foe of warmth shall melt away
The forest creatures, wakened, sigh  
As if to God almighty, pray;  
But, peace of winter shall be missed!
Where is the north wind’s holy place?  
It’s chill, alas, to be dismissed
To arctic’s distant resting place
While in our sun-drenched summer bliss  
Forget not Walden's autumn glow
The change of season, nature’s kiss
On all humanity, bestowed!    
Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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Dangerous Mind
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The Nature of Nature

Nature is more than a flower
Or a menagerie of creatures
Nature is not a delicate butterfly
Nor a stand of magnificent trees  
Nature is more than any of these
Instead, nature is a divine spirit
That dwells in every living thing
Including, my friend, you and me  
Written by snugglebuck
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Tyrant of Words
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Limits  ( After Ralph Waldo Emerson )

Who hath known Limits
Its crepuscular Being    
Dividing twilight betwixt    
Half-light, emerging shadows.    
Secrets we forget    
Too easily when unknown;    
Whether this life—    
Or some one passed.    
We are innocents yet—    
Both wisely ignorant, we be;    
But, could it be determined,      
Without knowledge, which is which?    
Written by Ahavati
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Thought Provoker
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The sermon # Ralph Waldo Emerson

The lectern it stands empty now
the whispers quiet when once there were shouts  
off fire and brimstone filled gods house  
the orator that preacher stood, proffered that book formost  
parables to shame our sinful lives  
that we unwothy regard ourselves with self despise  
bees and natures best  
that we should seek like honeyed text  
and even the meek Rhodora bush  
 gives solace when we are vexed  
creation spelled in graphic sylables, pofound, perplexed  
the devil tempts us with his sweets  
the bottle full of deamon drink  
temperance to quench that thirst so deep  
to covet perhaps your neighbours wife  
naked truth that the unfaithfull lead  
and stripped behind a pious face  
the tryst of shame and barefaced cheek  
to lift above the mundane plane  
from the grey of forever saved  
and to seek a glee a trancendental phase  
for reasons cherubims new flight  
 and a euphoria of right  
shake the citadels of faith  
theology with a flaming torch  
philosophy, to not be contrite
Written by slipalong
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Dangerous Mind
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Rat Bastard


Hark! the herald vermin squeaks  
cheesing me off now for several weeks  
Rat Bastard with his honest critiques  
chewing apart my poetry; squirreled in his cheeks  
Follows me up and down the halls  
scampering throughout these tunneled walls  
Little beady-eyed beast in your feast  
darting north then south, west to east  
stuffing your mouth --  
Will thouest ever get your fill?  
And yet you still  
can't get enough of my verses  

Written by JohnnyBlaze
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jade tiger
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Like Lust In The Chill Of The Grave

The men that find such beauty when it’s theirs,    
Each one expects his sum for all he owns.   
To walk and pace and call it forth by name,   
While noting of each feature like his child.  
Purveyors of the land on others’ backs,   
These owners of the gullies, woods and vales.   
The arteries that give drink to the fields,  
Of long and winding rows so straightly plowed.  
Corrections overseen by foreman’s hand,
Where script allots the hedge and masonry.  
That show ahead where every tree will stand,   
No curvature of range-breaks in the way.    
Nor casting shadows of the day allowed,    
May block the sun when tender shoots resist.   
Who are these wants and bids forever scheme,   
When soon they will be added to the soil.  
They never bargain on the scythe of Death,   
As all will breathe their last, O! happy dreams.    
The Earth’s reply:    
“Ancient, yet    
Everlasting on;    
The stars have shown    
Upon my seas    
The skies;    
For I am witness    
Many times    
Though not have I    
Seen everything I am    
Through your eyes.    
And rules abide    
Succession of the wit    
And writs that cast    
In stone,    
Yet shall be thus;    
And only stone,    
Long after men    
And heirs are dust.    
“So understand    
And know the truth,    
That what you do    
Can ne’er replace    
The blessings of nature;    
For who I am,    
There is    
No place for me    
In your sphere;    
Nothing of me or mine    
Is yours —    
But with a grant, a nod    
I let you stay.”
‘Twas when I heard the song,    
I was shivering and cold.    
Reduced to nothing more;  
A man in his prime growing old.  
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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The Karma-Venture!!!

The underlining thirst of seeing one’s reflection…
Conjured a voyage to different dimensions…
Witnessing “chaos” and “tranquility” on its path to progression!!!

A sense of eternity prevailed…
Losing the “self” to experience the eternal “void”…
The question of “self” ceased to exist, the “awareness”, paving the illusion of “self-knowledge”!!!

The eagerness to follow one’s “karma”, makes it a lonely affair…
Hovering around to rest in “peace”…
One finds the “end” to experience a new “horizon”!!!
Written by Soulesslywhole
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Love's Temple

‘T is naught the beating orb
Of thine own blood-force,—
The honorarium goes hence  
To a blithe spirit whence  
All things imbued, in course.  
Follow as thine essence own,  
Embrace and is embraced;  
To give free-rein and to chase  
Where e’er it doth insatiate;—  
To fly in such a mask belies  
Yet closer to revealing.  
As one who is a god,  
That promises, concealing  
Where else it is going;  
Needing no direction,  
No question, no answer,—  
When all you know  
You silence, and avow,  
And receive from love  
What it is you have endowed.  
All to the god for heart sake,  
Who accepts and abides  
All terms with thee;  
The strength of offering,  
With joyful sense  
Of keen intense;  
To a bond of future’s maid,  
Investment fully paid.  
That does not bind her whole  
But shows intent,  
For love, as arbiter,  
Shall repay you your faith  
With season’s garland  
Placed upon  
From whither maiden’s haste;  
A rose-stem missive,  
And bee-stung kisses.  
A butterfly that flutters by,  
To skim the pond;  
Thy floating reflections,  
Of hopes arising free  
On mists of utter certainty.  
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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