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Poem of the Month - April 2019

LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
Guardian of Shadows
Sierra Leone
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Poetry Contest

What have you read that's awesome!
So sorry, but with spring's arrival the worm has been busy composting ... without further delay ...

Greetings, Fellow Poets!  It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official facebook page for April  2019!.

You have three weeks to nominate no more than two of you favorite poems from another DUP poet!

Please note the following when making nominations:

1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme.  This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.

2. Please limit your nominations to TWO poems. You can nominate a single poem for two different poets; but the nomination maximum remains at TWO (no matter how many pseudonyms they have).  The majority of competitions on DUP cap nominations at one or two poems so there's no need to go beyond that.

No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!

Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.  

BIG CHANGE:

ALL POETS ARE ELGIBLE AT THIS TIME, INCLUDING PREVIOUS WINNERS!  


Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.

Any nominated member who wishes to opt out of the competition may do so by messaging me ( Poem-Worm ). I will contact the person who nominated you and request an alternate nomination.

Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!

Running list of winners:

January 2019 ... DANIELCHRISTENEN
February 2019 ... SOPHIE_ERICSON
March 2019 ... AUDIOHARLEEA

November 2017 ... NAAJIR
December 2017 ... POETSPEAK
January 2018 ...      LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February 2018 ...    LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March 2018 ...        TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April 2018 ...           CROWFLY
May 2018 ...            ATOMIKBOMB
June 2018 ...            MISS_SUB (Missy)
July 2018 ...              MEADOWSWEET
August 2018 ...        LAYLA
September 2018 ... COLD FUSION
October 2018 ...       TODSKI28
November 2018 ...   TheMUSE22
December 2018 ...    BENDER

... So, what have you read that's incredible!?

DevlinDLC
DevlinDLC
Tyrant of Words
United States
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Another Bad Po-em re: grief

 

grief     drills in with
                a bit too sharp
              for any compromise

I    cannot  conjure pretty little
          butterflies (of you)
            flitting about to remind
           that your in some
             fucking Better Place
            looking down from bloody
           Heaven.

you         are Gone....gone forever.
             That's all there is of you.
              there's Nothing left
                
Blessed be the time you were here,
     Bedamned the day you left.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
2019dkzk................./
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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ImperfectedStone
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
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Timber

It was 4am,  
roads were dreaming
 
that chainsaw had been running  
for the last twenty minutes
as it echoed through trashcans
dirty plates, my skull
 
“I gotta get this tree down!”
Kurt spits, as if it were normal
to grind tools in small hours
when every fucker and his dog
was sleeping
 
I sure as hell knew  
that a man determined
to cut down a tree in the dark
had some things going on,
so I went back to my house
grabbed a flashlight & smokes
and headed on over.  
 
He starts yelling out
a list of atrocities  
 
how Amber had up and left him,
the unpaid bills in the hall,
how this tree had to go
before it fucked him up too.  
 
I pondered his words
wondering why one trunk  
amongst billions could cause
a man such angst
 
then I thought
about the impermanence
of living, how we are all waiting
for the bomb in our brains  
to attack a tree at dawn  
for no particular reason.  
 
By the time the trunk hit the floor
half the neighborhood was awake
 
I didn’t care much to hear them yowling
as branches lay defeated in the yard,
the sweat on Kurt’s brow
telling the same, desperate story.
Written by 24601 (John Brady)
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ImperfectedStone
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
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Inception - Day One

How dim these lights might seem in evening sun
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
To places’ time where fear would have us run,
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.

The Ancient Eagle cries and mountains ring,
As if their screams might sing our worlds to dust.
My heart picks up their song and so I sing,
And beat the drums and dance this ancient lust.

With somber screams no wounded night will hear,
From mountain smoke and bone and mud I wake,
To join the hymn of flesh and love severe,
To drink the bitter blood in life’s partake.

In flares and scalding heart, time’s rebegun!
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun.

1/30

Words: 126
Unique Words: 92

NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Thought Provoker
United States
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Morning's Rise – Day Two

Fast running feet on mountain loam,  
With baying dog that runs behind,  
A wood that tastes like wind and roam,  
Of sunlit pools and melon rind.  
 
In brothers’ yelps and screams descend,  
Fast running feet on mountain loam.  
We raid the dumps, attacks pretend,  
For Playboy mags and Styrofoam.  
 
With sun low bent and calls for home,  
Through sandstone spires and redneck roads,  
Fast running feet on mountain loam,  
With hopes of stew and pie “ah ha-mode.”  
 
We wash – “make sure behind your ears”  
With snapping towels, and mustache foam,  
We pray in rhymes, “sweet dreams” appear,  
Fast running feet on mountain loam.  
 
2/30
 
Words: 109  
Unique Words: 75  
 
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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Tallen
Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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permanent marker

 
softly now
hear these words
like a whisper
barely heard
yet fully felt
against the vein in your neck
tasting your life beat
tongue teasing

breathe
inhale my sincerity
gaze into forest eyes
as you paint your colors
upon my pale canvas
I brace
heels & claws
welcoming you into my eternal spread
rhythmically bobbing
with the force of your expression
as you exercise your demons
anchored deep
within my holy water

and bear witness
to truth

you need to understand
it’s not that I get off
on the pain
I respond to what drives it
the love
and the passion
the need
with absolute desperation
to leave your mark
where it can be seen
tangible
visible evidence
that we may both later caress

~ after ~

eyes rolled back
to the moment it happened
as your lips lovingly graze
lingering
over my perfectly imprinted flesh
causing pulses to pick up their tempo
as we reminisce
on shudders & sighs
and stolen breath
as palms spread a rosy impression
and teeth etched your signature
my hungry spine arched
your essence buried
within my depths
bathed
in torrents of devotion
flooding the halls of our hallowed temple
drenching us
in the sacred language
of your beloved hieroglyphs
glowing within my being
spoken without speaking

no, love
it’s not about hurting
it’s about feeling
and what you do to me
to my heart
like a tattoo
unable to be removed
permanently inked
into the whole of me
the soul of me

again I say
no
it’s not about pain
it’s how your love stains
and I wear it proudly
so…
it’s okay, baby
go ahead & mark me

Written by FromTheAsh
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Tallen
Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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The Anatomy of Beacon Fell

I reached the top of the peak and looked out onto her nakedness,
Her mounds and folds swept for miles ahead,
as she lay recumbent,
gazing up at the sky,
who was un-blushed.


Each peak, each rounded breast of hill,
a monument to her unclothed beauty.
My eyes took in the heaped bosom of her embonpoint,
the rounded stomach of her dales,
the full, life-giving hips of her shapely summits.


The scars and scores of where the water had channelled
Nourishing and healing, challenging and unforgiving in nature.


I saw from a distance how softly she peaked and fell,
how the clouds wished to touch her, to know her, as did I.


And as I took in her voluptuousness I thought of my own nakedness,
And, in that moment,

I loved myself.
Written by Sky_dancer (The Cosmic Dragon)
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poet Anonymous

Timber

It was 4am,  
roads were dreaming
 
that chainsaw had been running  
for the last twenty minutes
as it echoed through trashcans
dirty plates, my skull
 
“I gotta get this tree down!”
Kurt spits, as if it were normal
to grind tools in small hours
when every fucker and his dog
was sleeping
 
I sure as hell knew  
that a man determined
to cut down a tree in the dark
had some things going on,
so I went back to my house
grabbed a flashlight & smokes
and headed on over.  
 
He starts yelling out
a list of atrocities  
 
how Amber had up and left him,
the unpaid bills in the hall,
how this tree had to go
before it fucked him up too.  
 
I pondered his words
wondering why one trunk  
amongst billions could cause
a man such angst
 
then I thought
about the impermanence
of living, how we are all waiting
for the bomb in our brains  
to attack a tree at dawn  
for no particular reason.  
 
By the time the trunk hit the floor
half the neighborhood was awake
 
I didn’t care much to hear them yowling
as branches lay defeated in the yard,
the sweat on Kurt’s brow
telling the same, desperate story.
Written by 24601 (John Brady)
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ReggiePoet
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Fire of Insight
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FromTheAsh
FromTheAsh
Tyrant of Words
United States
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…   ..  ..Bones of a Letter

 
it’s how the feathers are      
falling and laying    
-circum’symmetry      
      
t’is a subtle matter to        
perceive their meaningful       
form .. endings touching        
intimate beginnings      
       
       
why exist with empirical        
calendars        
and be not christened in        
mouvement?      
all partings ..      
all togetherness..      
has taught me what kind    
of creature time truly is..        
       
       
another crackling in life-      
threads is starting to      
manifest      
so i stroll into its sound      
for a slice of light      
       
       
though inebriated with        
anxiety is my entelechy      
..plural heartbeats        
of wild sorrow and the        
anonymous are overflowing        
my flesh      
   
ii;       
for now my breathings        
abolished        
       
       
staring at the bones of a letter      
that' has birthed pages,      
upon pages of memories,  
safety      
and wholeness and love for      
many years      
       
while intersecting  words become      
cognate pearls of silence      
       
un'prethinkable      
       
at the moment,      
it’s called a collapse into        
certitude of the unknown      
       
       
it’s about the things we      
lost in the fire turning back      
to their original        
gravitational        
states sailing upon harshly    
gentle      
breezes of air      
       
giving something to feel      
sending lessons to be embraced      
.. it is painful.. .it is beyond      
       
ix;      
holding onto the rhythm
and  what my  
better half shared,  
or else i'll crumble whilst
trying  not to show ;      
yet peering in the mirror  
at the woman with
lace-dropletts journeying
the structure of her face
"exhale        -inhale-     exhale"     
       
       
       
       
Written by HowlingWhelms (Noire)
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FromTheAsh
FromTheAsh
Tyrant of Words
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...U...

   
funny...how a simple drop    
in a pond can cause enigmatic ripples      
and evoke devotion      
      
...      
     
spell casting.....everlasting      
makes me wonder      
how long have i been fasting?    
     
...      
     
i swear baby      
i didn't know how hungry i was      
until i met you..      
     
...      
Written by Naajir (TimSkee)
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cold_fusion
cold_fusion
Dangerous Mind
Australia
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The Heartbreak Of True Love

 


what is right

and

which is left

Written by Amorous_tryst
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cold_fusion
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Dangerous Mind
Australia
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Departure

 

things I planned to say
when it came right down to it
voice failed me again

all those words I felt
seemed unnecessary then
hearts and tears speak best

you’ve helped me be brave
countless times – but now I fail –
scared to close this door

go be awesome now
heed your call – I’m always here
and we’ll sing again

Written by brokentitanium
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Miss_Sub
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- Missy -
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our love would be like a jackson pollock on LSD  


I needed inspiration so I chased it
in the sense that made promiscuous addicts feel neutral

and quaint
  and content     and pretty disgustingly pretty

I detest that my life would feel empty without you, babe
but all I hear is diana ross echoing off a cerebral 45
and someone fucking me nowhere near as supreme;

I order a cheese omelet vacant of
fluorescent yellow embryos     and a cup of straight black coffee
that doesn't caffeinate the heart …but depresses it
my soul cries out for an upper;

then I feel a pang of suicidal sex     the second the fork
pierces the omelet and the guy from the booth
2 tables down sparks a vapor over a book of Kaur

in that moment I see butterflies     fluttering
        erratically; coked out
on a thing called pollen'tics     I drop my fork and he looks up;
he looks promising within a plume of disappointment …
but I think our love would be like a jackson pollock on LSD  

but he doesn't think so as I think to hard pass     but he takes a seat
across from me and asks what the meaning of life means to me?     I signal
the waitress for my check and hand it to him     this is a crime, he says
with a tear grazing his deflated ego

he reminds me, however of Saint Elmo's Fire     that lonely walk
that lone shadow casting off the wall     the green mile that turns life
into death then into an afterthought of did they really exist?  

and I think I would be the prostitute that giggled
& crooned    and thought him gay

   and that Kaur would later dis me
in an unconventional poem about      maggot beauty
& recycled cappuccinos & post-consumer waste lipstick

and somehow I'd walk away feeling fixed
feeling exactly like that   like a recycled maggot
slinking its way     through post-consumer shit  

Written by DevlinDLC
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Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
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Bitching In Print

(written for Devlin's "Shock Poet" comp)



Sometimes, God
lights my fingers on fire across
the keyboard, or
spills His DNA from my pen.

Sometimes I do it myself, when
there is nothing but screams
behind my eyes.

God and I, both have something to say
yet,
where does He end
and I begin?

Perhaps there is no end
or no beginnings, and
it’s all one continuum
like the endless strings of chemical reactions
I see in my mind
of everything, down to the atomic level.

And
I
must
get
it
out
because I cannot make it stop
so words already written
form on paper
in rants and laments, but…..

sometimes
flowers and diamonds grow, in between
and the world really is alright.
Written by MadameLavender
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