Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd March 2019 7:05pm
WINNER
PoetsRevenge
PoetsRevenge
Poetic Medic #4: Now Turn Your Head And Cough
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Let's get physical
[ not to be confused with the group by a similar name here at DUP ]
Poetic Medic #4: Now Turn Your Head And Cough 😷😷
co-host: Ahavati
It's time for your yearly physical!
We're continuing our series of comps meant to help writers exercise their critique muscles. Here was our previous :
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/10619/
Here is your challenge for this March!
Write a poem containing a minimum of 50 unique words.
THE RULES
One entry per DUP persona allowed.
Your poem must be titled.
You must post your poem in this thread - do NOT link to your poem.
You may only edit your poem within 24 hours of posting it.
You have 21 days - Good Luck! 😷😷
If you pass this simple physical, then you certainly have what it takes to make it through the entire Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo 2019 competition. We are currently taking resigistrations here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/speakeasy/read/10651/
Check out our previous Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo competitions!
2017
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/9560/
2018
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/10143/
Poetic Medic #4: Now Turn Your Head And Cough 😷😷
co-host: Ahavati
It's time for your yearly physical!
We're continuing our series of comps meant to help writers exercise their critique muscles. Here was our previous :
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/10619/
Here is your challenge for this March!
Write a poem containing a minimum of 50 unique words.
THE RULES
One entry per DUP persona allowed.
Your poem must be titled.
You must post your poem in this thread - do NOT link to your poem.
You may only edit your poem within 24 hours of posting it.
You have 21 days - Good Luck! 😷😷
If you pass this simple physical, then you certainly have what it takes to make it through the entire Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo 2019 competition. We are currently taking resigistrations here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/speakeasy/read/10651/
Check out our previous Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo competitions!
2017
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/9560/
2018
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/10143/
My Family Dentist
Inclement atmospheric conditions, just right
often coerces me - I'm looking back. . .
youthful years, small feats defeated feet
& a pair of two by four Douglas Firs
dark evil black red stained
firmly held against Metatarsalgia pained
a toddler's plantars plus nails finishing
up an extraction towards some
hole ridden enamel pearly whites.
Dental Dad!!
Don't get me started on relating the
methodology using household
pliers.
Inclement atmospheric conditions, just right
often coerces me - I'm looking back. . .
youthful years, small feats defeated feet
& a pair of two by four Douglas Firs
dark evil black red stained
firmly held against Metatarsalgia pained
a toddler's plantars plus nails finishing
up an extraction towards some
hole ridden enamel pearly whites.
Dental Dad!!
Don't get me started on relating the
methodology using household
pliers.
Dartington to Weir
I photographed you upon the river swell,
pale, eyes open, floating in icy air.
You were carried downstream and I watched you pass, a sister on her solo sail,
the river flowed at Freya's pace and you stayed too close to the edge as not to be swept away,
limbs hitting logs, mind shutting off, gently broken upon this virgin journey. I worried for you. I worried for me.
I felt culpable, in control and yet not in deadly fashion.
Slumber is not for the swimming.
When you were out of sight I raced
down to the Weir and waited,
for your little frame and your powerful soul, and there you came,
front crawling to safety and real life
and I thanked the river for your passage,
and I thanked your legs, lungs and heart.
How far we've come on this adventure, sister, we.
I photographed you upon the river swell,
pale, eyes open, floating in icy air.
You were carried downstream and I watched you pass, a sister on her solo sail,
the river flowed at Freya's pace and you stayed too close to the edge as not to be swept away,
limbs hitting logs, mind shutting off, gently broken upon this virgin journey. I worried for you. I worried for me.
I felt culpable, in control and yet not in deadly fashion.
Slumber is not for the swimming.
When you were out of sight I raced
down to the Weir and waited,
for your little frame and your powerful soul, and there you came,
front crawling to safety and real life
and I thanked the river for your passage,
and I thanked your legs, lungs and heart.
How far we've come on this adventure, sister, we.
From This Small Place
I dedicated myself,
Before my fourteenth year,
At the altar Poetry
When days were bright and clear.
It was a second dawning.
When I was born, the first.
Exploring, with a journal;
My insatiable thirst.
A year has turned to many,
I am the poetry.
My mind, the world within it,
This prisoner set free.
You’re lucky, my dear poet,
To dream, then awaken.
For I never sleep until
Every thought’s forsaken.
unique words: 58
Anonymous
Always Tipping The Scales
When you lie down with snakes
one is bound to crawl up your
ass
You're just asking for it
with that blown ego as if
glass
way out of proportuon
always seeking
mass
approval
And they come
out of the woodwork
from their holes in the wall
to fool
no one but you;
stroked firm and tall
most of all, treated
as nothing short of
special
It's true
So true
Snakes on a plane
Snakes on a train
Snakes in your automobile
making you feel as though
you are God's gift to
Humanity in spades
giving that sad soul of yours
a temporary face lift
appealing to
Vanity;
shades
of
insanity
Having lost your mind
slithering amongst your own kind
Snakes!
Nothing but FAKES!
Hey!
Whatever it takes!
The very reason why
that soul of yours
aches
for authenticity
Welcome to the jungle;
this city of fallen angels
who can't back get up
without a boost;
wings clipped
clinging to the only roost
they've ever known
The die is cast
Glassed
Blown
Non-entry entry well beyond 50 unique words.
When you lie down with snakes
one is bound to crawl up your
ass
You're just asking for it
with that blown ego as if
glass
way out of proportuon
always seeking
mass
approval
And they come
out of the woodwork
from their holes in the wall
to fool
no one but you;
stroked firm and tall
most of all, treated
as nothing short of
special
It's true
So true
Snakes on a plane
Snakes on a train
Snakes in your automobile
making you feel as though
you are God's gift to
Humanity in spades
giving that sad soul of yours
a temporary face lift
appealing to
Vanity;
shades
of
insanity
Having lost your mind
slithering amongst your own kind
Snakes!
Nothing but FAKES!
Hey!
Whatever it takes!
The very reason why
that soul of yours
aches
for authenticity
Welcome to the jungle;
this city of fallen angels
who can't back get up
without a boost;
wings clipped
clinging to the only roost
they've ever known
The die is cast
Glassed
Blown
Non-entry entry well beyond 50 unique words.
The Anatomy of Presence
becomes all the colors you want
encircling parts of you
never having been touched
by knowledge or love
This Sacred Connection
dissolves the trap
of negative emotion:
anger, bitterness, spite
That’s when you know
you’ve made it;
despite what is faced
it is viewed as nothing more
than moving, living energy
through a filter of intent.
Presence, the very ownership
of having attracting it to you
enables you to transform
and release without blame
Then, in one breath
set it free, watch it go—
having learned beyond fault
it was only needed to evolve.
~
becomes all the colors you want
encircling parts of you
never having been touched
by knowledge or love
This Sacred Connection
dissolves the trap
of negative emotion:
anger, bitterness, spite
That’s when you know
you’ve made it;
despite what is faced
it is viewed as nothing more
than moving, living energy
through a filter of intent.
Presence, the very ownership
of having attracting it to you
enables you to transform
and release without blame
Then, in one breath
set it free, watch it go—
having learned beyond fault
it was only needed to evolve.
~
She Fell, Poetically
She fell poetically
waterfalling over rock cliffs protuberances,
in words gushing a million little rivers
setting them free against their witholdings.
Time set loose all withholdings
and gravity pulled the words
out of her soul.
And here, at falls, she broke apart
into a mist, a spray, a white ghost
of many tiny osmotic cells aloft,
each one a replica of her hearts yearnings
each one an evaporative memory of its own being
and all she was and had were memories.
A museum full of dead yesterdays
mummified in the embalming of harsh truths.
She was to become and return to nothing
but the words would remain
and the poems would thus be formed
as swift currents of possibilities
on the wind seeking to land in fertile minds
to teach, to reach, to enliven,
In falling, to rise anew.
.....
#Teachers
(138 words total = 39 repeated and 99 unique)
She fell poetically
waterfalling over rock cliffs protuberances,
in words gushing a million little rivers
setting them free against their witholdings.
Time set loose all withholdings
and gravity pulled the words
out of her soul.
And here, at falls, she broke apart
into a mist, a spray, a white ghost
of many tiny osmotic cells aloft,
each one a replica of her hearts yearnings
each one an evaporative memory of its own being
and all she was and had were memories.
A museum full of dead yesterdays
mummified in the embalming of harsh truths.
She was to become and return to nothing
but the words would remain
and the poems would thus be formed
as swift currents of possibilities
on the wind seeking to land in fertile minds
to teach, to reach, to enliven,
In falling, to rise anew.
.....
#Teachers
(138 words total = 39 repeated and 99 unique)
Limping Isn’t Easy
Limping isn’t easy, I stub my small cursed toe almost weekly,
It hurts so much that I’ll whine as if I’m a little wimp,
It’s so bad it’s hard to breathe because then I get all wheezy,
Which is why the next day I stroll with a casual limp.
When yours truly walks into any room folks say “he’s very cheesy”
Especially because of the way I’ve tried to preen and primp,
But once people see my stride they claim it’s slightly sleazy,
Hobbling awkwardly makes me look like some playful chimp.
No matter how much I try to make it look cool and breezy,
In my stagger I lack the swagger resembling a pimp,
It’s because I’m clumsy in the way I move so it isn’t easy,
To take a tumble then for days on end walk with this limp.
141 Total Count
35 Repeated
106 Unique
Limping isn’t easy, I stub my small cursed toe almost weekly,
It hurts so much that I’ll whine as if I’m a little wimp,
It’s so bad it’s hard to breathe because then I get all wheezy,
Which is why the next day I stroll with a casual limp.
When yours truly walks into any room folks say “he’s very cheesy”
Especially because of the way I’ve tried to preen and primp,
But once people see my stride they claim it’s slightly sleazy,
Hobbling awkwardly makes me look like some playful chimp.
No matter how much I try to make it look cool and breezy,
In my stagger I lack the swagger resembling a pimp,
It’s because I’m clumsy in the way I move so it isn’t easy,
To take a tumble then for days on end walk with this limp.
141 Total Count
35 Repeated
106 Unique
With my eyes closed
I don’t go outside
as often as I use to do
and over time
it looks like
I’ve brought it on myself
the way I feel.
When I think how
everyday
on summer vacation,
when the heat
made ghost rings
‘round the sun,
making the sand dunes
shimmer
like a mirage —
I’d run
barefoot in my sunsuit
down to the beach
from our
clapboard bungalow
that visibly tilted
slightly,
with a pail & shovel
to dig up
sand dollars,
and starfish dried stiff,
watching the waves
roll in at low tide
nearly able
to reach my toes.
77 unique words
I don’t go outside
as often as I use to do
and over time
it looks like
I’ve brought it on myself
the way I feel.
When I think how
everyday
on summer vacation,
when the heat
made ghost rings
‘round the sun,
making the sand dunes
shimmer
like a mirage —
I’d run
barefoot in my sunsuit
down to the beach
from our
clapboard bungalow
that visibly tilted
slightly,
with a pail & shovel
to dig up
sand dollars,
and starfish dried stiff,
watching the waves
roll in at low tide
nearly able
to reach my toes.
77 unique words
Happy World Poetry Day! For Country and Poem in one sentence!
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/10689/#441385
Best description wins the trophy for your country!
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/10689/#441385
Best description wins the trophy for your country!
Anonymous
Like our Classic Corner comps receiving so many exceptional entries, this competition was very difficult to judge. And since everyone was able to complete the challenge, we were left with little choice but to judge other factors such as grammar, wordplay, delivery, unique subject material, etc.
PoetsRevenge, your entry simply knocked our socks off with a rapturous write from the onset of the title. You could do without the first line, since it is identical to the title. Otherwise ... Congratulations on winning the Trophy!
Honorable Mentions go to the rest of our participants! You all delivered captivating, unique writes with a minimum of 50 uniques words and titles as requested. If you can keep this up for 30 consecutive days throughout the month of April, you will easily earn yourself the most unique DUP trophy of all:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/forum_post/440265.gif
DUPeeps reading this, if you already haven't, you have less than 8 days to register in the Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo 2019 competition here by simply posting " I'm in " along with your location and time zone:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/speakeasy/read/10651/
Simultaneous will be the NaPo/GloProWrimo 2019 Prompt Comp, in which entries written for the former using specific prompts will automatically qualfify for an additional trophy in the latter challenge.
Ahavati and I and the rest of the NaPo Team look forward to your participation!
PoetsRevenge, your entry simply knocked our socks off with a rapturous write from the onset of the title. You could do without the first line, since it is identical to the title. Otherwise ... Congratulations on winning the Trophy!
Honorable Mentions go to the rest of our participants! You all delivered captivating, unique writes with a minimum of 50 uniques words and titles as requested. If you can keep this up for 30 consecutive days throughout the month of April, you will easily earn yourself the most unique DUP trophy of all:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/forum_post/440265.gif
DUPeeps reading this, if you already haven't, you have less than 8 days to register in the Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo 2019 competition here by simply posting " I'm in " along with your location and time zone:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/speakeasy/read/10651/
Simultaneous will be the NaPo/GloProWrimo 2019 Prompt Comp, in which entries written for the former using specific prompts will automatically qualfify for an additional trophy in the latter challenge.
Ahavati and I and the rest of the NaPo Team look forward to your participation!
