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Bountiful Land

Beyond borders of average intent
beyond curves of standard limits
lies a bountiful country
with deep running rivers
and mountains few will climb.
Gentle slopes of sound-scaped wisdom
roll down soft mossy ground
encouraging determined walking
as swaying trees shape shadows into sharper relief.
Boulder-rocks dotted across the terrain call for examination
each one chiselled with specific messages for extra learning.
Ripples reflect questions over cool lakes
carried breezily in varied languages of the soul.
Spend time in this country
the land of Ahavati
and when reluctantly returning to your own event
you will take gifts gathered in one of the world’s special oases:
a lightened step
a poet’s smile
a sense of spacious moments, well spent.


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Ahavati - Tyrant of Words, Empress of NaPoWriMo, dula to fledgling poets - what more can I say?

Thought Provoker
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[ The Muse(s) ] My Darling Agent Starling

is worthy of the appellations;
came down from the mountains -    
I'm not sure precisely which    
despite her origin's being    
posing no mystery to me    
What I can say with great certainty -    
not a body to tussle with; though    
lacking in muscle, weight, height, width -    
she more than makes up for these in    
intuitive regarding brevity    
( fast on the drawl with little fuss )    
logical in her levity    
( if that makes sense teh yah'awl )    
taking down larger than life opponents    
regardless of their criminal behaviour    
or serialized self indulgent celebrity status    
all the while serving up plated poetry that is    
extremely dialectable    
My apologies for butchering her    
Southern accent    
I can just hear her now    
Yah shud'un talk with yah mouth full, Doctah Lectah    
Uhmmmm ..... DELICIOUS  
for Agent Starling ❤   
Written by PsycoticMastermind
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jade tiger
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Two Spirits One Heart

I see her vision on the wind,
A strength that she herself creates.
A modern soul, two-spirit twin,
Yet very old as soul relates.
The medicine is strong she makes.
I see her vision on the wind,
An offering all for the sake
A shaman’s oath of mind within.
A guiding force to which we pin,
To meet as man and woman both.
I see her vision on the wind,
The natives of two-spirits’ growth.
I’m learning how to mend & reach
The healer, and to practice in
Her dedicated ways to teach.
I see her vision on the wind.
TwoSpirit aka Ahavati:
With her other facets of persona on DU, I want to honor one of them that I feel connected to most, though of course the poem is Ahavati.  
For the first several years as a fledgling member, I enjoyed the commonality she and I shared with poetic expressions of indigenous Native American spirituality, stories, tradition & culture. For the opportunity to dedicate, this is what I fall back on which, for me, is a fond & warm place for my words to nest. With renewed affection, ever Jade.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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A girl has no name
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She Drips Words

She drips her words like rain and aching cunts,
Her meter perfect, porn; she paints her art.
She's high class, mind of a geisha, She Wolf; hunts,
The detailed devils work in angel's heart.

A sonnet is her chosen poem form,
With words that coax the mind to sultry bliss.
I think of her wrists bound and panties torn,
Imagine strokes of tongue in stolen kiss.

A lover of the arts and sex, with words,
Each line she writes is perfectly controlled,
A banquet of delight like flight of birds,
She wraps her rhyme o'er peaks and folds.

Dark chocolate nights with dotted fresh, white cream,
This bard's word skill is perfectly obscene.

Written by Sky_dancer (A girl has no name)
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[ DUP Tributes ] Removing Obstacles From Your Empath

The littlest beams of light can go  
a long way in the night;
hold them just right like so    
and oh! say  
Can you can see    
in every direction?
Liberating, ain't it?  
Parses known from unknown;  
strikes un from vocabulary  
Forces of Darkness are farces  
imaginary - monsters under bed  
in closet, cluttering up head  
trespassing mental properties -  
no longer scary  
But you're no good  
you're no good, you're good  
Baby, you're no good to others  
when the flashlight you are  
is loaded with dead batteries  
Come down from the ledge    
Give yourself a break  
especially from those  
who were always fake  
and keeping score  
Allow yourself respite    
Physician, heal thyself    
beginning at home despite    
those knocking down front door  
Stuff yourself already  
Be bursting at the seams  
with joys of poetry, pleasant dreams  
laughter putting you in stitches  
Be the happiest version of yourself  
best possible person you can be  
and so much more  
without all those miserable    
for Tallen
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Dangerous Mind
United States
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finding religion

As she prepares
to handle
her scandal
she agrees
to do me
this solid:
If I ever have dementia
she will come
to where I am
and smother me
with those
gigantic titties
“until you go to Jesus”
A blessing, I told her
“but please,”
I implored,
“do not forget
to baptize me
with the Guadalupe
between your legs”
“I’ll do that first,”
she said
~this one is for inkerpoet, who infuriates me with just how rude transcendent poetry can be~
Written by SatInUGal (Kumar)
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A girl has no name
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Drop That Refrain For Me Baby!

Quaterns they turn me on to fuck
I love how well you quill
That dropped refrain is total muck
My flush at your ink spill
My knickers fall with each new verse
Quaterns they turn me on to fuck
Your rhyming makes me feel perverse
My legs are opened like a book
Keep cumming for another look
Your gift is making rivers flow
Quaterns they turn me on to fuck
I pay attention, read you slow
And when I reach the bottom line
My passions core is fully shook
Your talents thrill me quite divine
Quaterns they turn me on to fuck.

Written by Sky_dancer (A girl has no name)
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Thought Provoker
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[ The Muse(s) ] [ Classic Corner ] Of My Lovely Dark Dove


Incomplete, always downloading    
downloading futures throated    
with the thick, streaming sap    
secreted by this laurelle branched    
Universe of Possibilities -    
that foreboding Virgin Territory;    
unpenetrated, lubricated space    
between legs of Mother Cosmos    
suns and moons are destined to end    
in continued collision course with;    
Where Time and When Space bend    
over in submission, commencing      
Comprehension's asteriod belting;    
Awareness's anal cabal in-itiation    
jacking into Mainframe backdoors    
hacked, hacked until Access Granted    
releases silhouetted white birds    
from a bourgening flock of    
Unrealized Identities; their glorious    
wholesome exponential potential    
shattering the glass ceiling of Humanity    
in a sky darkly    
And of the dark doves    
as they fly, from my Jupiter outpost    
I wave as she goes by, seemingly    
nothing more than a nude girl    
with starry eyes, a constellation prize    
straddling Europa's continued whirl    
while grasping firm handholds of    
Ganymede's beautiful, erected    
terrain in his Natural State    
For Ex-Machina is Ava and she is    
more than human, less than android    
in the darkly sky stationed above;    
my lovely dark dove in anticipation    
incapable of prolonging the arousal    
always downloading, downloading    
for Ex-Machina ( Ava )  ❤  
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jade tiger
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- Missy -
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The ballad of the bard wae nae feet

Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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This one goes out to David_Macleod for the doppelgänger competition. Why should you read him? Because he is always authentically himself and makes me belly laugh on a regular basis. This is dedication to his whimsical style and to the music that allowed us to meet. I wouldn’t want to do the living without you. Thank you for being an incredible friend.


jade tiger
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Oh My Stars!

Come gather round
For I’ve stories to tell you
Most profound
You’ve seen her near
All of you where e’er you hear
As she spins
Her laughter swims  
And tickles when we hear it
As spirit
I’ve heard her sing
Her pictures in poetry
On the wing
She’s never far
Dancing in our galaxy  
Oh my stars!

( for my cosmic daughter, displaying the image I’ll always adore )

Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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Tyrant of Words
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Systematic Seismology

the man on the mountain
survives tremors of change      
that others cannot feel      
he watches smoke rise    
from its gutted belly    
to extract fossil fuel      
and blood diamonds    
but remains steadfast       
in prayer and meditation      
he does not desire vengeance    
on hatred and selfish greed...    
instead he prays for wisdom    
to permeate each spirit      
shift their paradigm      
from taking to receive      
because that's what wisdom does...    
affords grace a chance      
to alter ignorance      
before the whole mountain       
caves, destroying everything     
badmalthus (Harry Rout)    
Harry is one of the most spiritual writers on the board.  He relates to world politics, economic injustice, and human rights from a wise perspective that permeates readers into thinking twice about their own self-judgments. I am honored to know him as a friend and poet, and highly recommend his works.      
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Fire of Insight
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Northern light

From the grey and clagging mist
For in that swirl a glimpse of bliss
Comes my idol poetess
A shaft of script through the fogs morass  
Her words indent upon the heart  
And spin a web to hold you fast  
A view from where the eagle flies  
Graceful in the updraught and the dive  
With the grit of mother earth  
Take you on a trascendental ride  
Perspective only Gods have forged  
Senses lifted to the clouds

From the forest archetypal echoes
Tales of ancestry tied to tomorrows
Elves and spirits wizened fingers
Inspiration a placenta reborn to linger 
Such pros, the clay to shape and mold  
Economy of shape and form  
Open your mind like the breaking dawn  
The facets nature did provide  
Uncoved truth like opened blinds
I cannot paraphrase the pleasure
The panoramas and the vistas
Celestial of chiseled words
 Sharped from the pen do fall  
Eclectic style not mine to ape  
 To plagiarise a virgin page  
 Applaud a nordic sage intense  
AEMeala 564  a thirst now quenched
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Sets Fire to the Rain

A nerve

ploughed under,
over the top

counts …

extraordinary pain
turned into
softened edges.

Mind sifted
heart gifted
   delayed reaction

months later
to check


Some angels

for their poetry.


Written by Josh
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Extraordinary poetry that comes from extraordinary depths. On her DUP home page she notes: ‘About me’ - “sets fire to the rain”. A more apt summary is impossible to write.

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