Poetry competition CLOSED 11th August 2019 4:34pm
WINNER
ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
RUNNERS-UP:
Ahavati
and Heaven_sent_Kathy
Fly Me To The Moon!
Apollo🔭
At last it’s here, I knew it’d come when Man
Is able to “mine” water from Moon rocks.
Across bleak tundra in the strike field north
Akin to squeezing blood from turnip greens.
But is this anything we all should cheer.
I roll my eyes and think that’s all we need;
The ghosts of Forty-Niners rising up,
To hitch their covered wagons to a star.
But worst of all, Sea of Tranquility,
Converted into condominiums.
With special rates for senior citizens,
And fuel-up mini-marts with cola slush.
Across the flatlands sprawling on for miles,
With blacktop parking lots absorbing heat.
Range rovers, and saucers from out-o-town
Displaying fuzzy dice, galactic flags.
Eventually, a stagnant ring of trash,
Will, over time, be following the Moon.
As keeping a straight face the one we know,
Green cheese will mold & be like sweaty feet.
It’s near the condos where there’ll be a park
And dedicated to Apollo’s flight.
In honor when the journey first began,
And ended once the auction gavel fell.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Midnight's Muse
Bathe in the light of a lesser sun
dance soft in a star filled cloak.
From dusk to dawn the lone sentinels done
our sleeps dreams in her awoke.
Luna marks the passing time
though never shall she age.
Where clouds she'll hide till hard to find
are drawn curtains before the stage.
Far away yet so near
achieved and touched thy face.
Yet in tales of you we still fear
oh, how you have shaped this race.
Written by midevil
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We Came in Peace
beyond our blue realm
of existence -
fear clawing our throat
through a countdown
to a new era in space;
how were we to know
it was only the beginning
and many would follow
in our steps
We were the root
of all master numbers: 11
A sign of enormous power:
mental, physical
and supernatural
Our liftoff Life Path was 3:
The Star- a determined spirit
recognizing value of knowledge
We were a personification of dreams
for those stargazing -
wishing they were with us
Space seems distant, cold, unknown-
yet- we felt a hearth, absorbing
into our senses of perception
leaking recognition in our blood
Looking back at Earth
we were awestruck
by a desire to learn
expand, discover-
be all we can be
as a human species;
submitted to our greater destiny
despite those saying.
It could never be done – so this,
this is for all the crazy ones, the misfits,
the rebels, the troublemakers,
the round pegs in the square holes...
the ones who see things differently --
they're not fond of rules...
for future generations, the lovers,
the believers, the patient in spirit
and those who never abandoned hope
the weird, the black sheep, the eight balls
the left of centers, the wallflowers,
the bizarros, the loners, the outcasts,
the rejects, the outsiders, the odd ducks
the eccentric, the broken, the lonely
and most of all, the lost and forgotten
reaching for the Universe’s hand:
This is “one small step for a man,
one giant leap for mankind”
We came in peace-
and left forever changed
~
As Moon Converses Slow Its Path Through Night – Sonnet Seventy-Seven
As Moon converses slow its path through night
To charm the stars to form their pictured frames
With songs traverse in brilliant movement’s light
Once sung with grace in godly verses claimed.
Though Sun may gain its sky with slanted dawn,
And seek to quiet Moon’s more subtle songs,
Its orange deranging heat brings frenzy on,
That leaves no quiet place for calm’s belong.
But Moon, in pirouettes of ancient rhyme,
Let’s fractious Sun in spot lit tumult rave.
As heathens will destroy themselves in time,
So vac’ous Sun becomes its own day’s slave.
E’en as the Sun in anxious unction seethes,
Behind the earth, the Moon, its night, relieves.
To charm the stars to form their pictured frames
With songs traverse in brilliant movement’s light
Once sung with grace in godly verses claimed.
Though Sun may gain its sky with slanted dawn,
And seek to quiet Moon’s more subtle songs,
Its orange deranging heat brings frenzy on,
That leaves no quiet place for calm’s belong.
But Moon, in pirouettes of ancient rhyme,
Let’s fractious Sun in spot lit tumult rave.
As heathens will destroy themselves in time,
So vac’ous Sun becomes its own day’s slave.
E’en as the Sun in anxious unction seethes,
Behind the earth, the Moon, its night, relieves.
Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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Where dreams are made (Moonbeams)
All that way with fingers crossed
And looked in histories eye and never blinked
Each who looked in wonder lost
That orbit crested of mans elipse
Some say a hoax a PR stunt
Of moonshine distilled on the studios floors
All smoke and mirrors to put the US in front
The doubters the cyinics would never applaud
To go to where deamers hearts always fly
The pull on your soul like rise of the tides
The burn of the thrusters under starry sky
That sonnets flight to where moonbeams derived
Step down from the LEM and stand on the earth
For millions their lives to look up and reflect
To pull down the moon and be the first
A moonstruck obsession will require hard work
The astronauts bounded to plant that starred flag
The cheese of their grins that beamed to shine forth
For such achievments to bag and to brag
Micheal Jacksons moonwalk just dust on the floor
And looked in histories eye and never blinked
Each who looked in wonder lost
That orbit crested of mans elipse
Some say a hoax a PR stunt
Of moonshine distilled on the studios floors
All smoke and mirrors to put the US in front
The doubters the cyinics would never applaud
To go to where deamers hearts always fly
The pull on your soul like rise of the tides
The burn of the thrusters under starry sky
That sonnets flight to where moonbeams derived
Step down from the LEM and stand on the earth
For millions their lives to look up and reflect
To pull down the moon and be the first
A moonstruck obsession will require hard work
The astronauts bounded to plant that starred flag
The cheese of their grins that beamed to shine forth
For such achievments to bag and to brag
Micheal Jacksons moonwalk just dust on the floor
Written by slipalong
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[2019] Moon Over Miasma
Something to look forward to---
distraction from calendars perpetuating
Doomsday year round; formidable reactors
towering up around the nation, adding to
the mushrooming cloud of uncertainty
forecasting a long, nuclear winter
Little over a decade after Atlas shrugged
was the Herculean effort hoisting Apollo
and crew on shoulders high enough
to check the Moon's vitals;
clean bill of health was given
Not necessarily a convenient
place for colonization and cities
but nonetheless an alternative
escape route from atomic atrocities
and other assorted planet killers
cooked up in laboratories;
one small stepping stone
on the path to Mars
perhaps Jupiter
somewhere
out there;
a haven
safe
far enough out of range
and away from those plumes
for living another day
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Moon: God Series
Wet through -
out bleeds a creamy white in streams from your cracked, half-naked skin
that harbours light on ships who trust your vessel,
as no other,
sea - she knows your name,
she sees you as a fierce force of long forgotten fantasy,
she dances beneath you as if you were
her Maypole,
she fertile and swollen
at the height of her readiness.
A song plays when you
are crumbling on the inside, expending your energy, descending
into darkness -
as dear Persephone before you.
We know your shell,
we who baptise beneath you
and worship you -
holy, in your light,
in your rest,
in the gift of a ghost,
who haunts from above -
maybe it always was you,
maybe it got lost in the translations of time
- dear Moon,
I do not forget to revere you.
I do not forget to give thanks,
to strip down
as day I was born and
wade into the church of your choosing.
out bleeds a creamy white in streams from your cracked, half-naked skin
that harbours light on ships who trust your vessel,
as no other,
sea - she knows your name,
she sees you as a fierce force of long forgotten fantasy,
she dances beneath you as if you were
her Maypole,
she fertile and swollen
at the height of her readiness.
A song plays when you
are crumbling on the inside, expending your energy, descending
into darkness -
as dear Persephone before you.
We know your shell,
we who baptise beneath you
and worship you -
holy, in your light,
in your rest,
in the gift of a ghost,
who haunts from above -
maybe it always was you,
maybe it got lost in the translations of time
- dear Moon,
I do not forget to revere you.
I do not forget to give thanks,
to strip down
as day I was born and
wade into the church of your choosing.
Written by ImperfectedStone
(The Gardener)
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"To the moon Alice"
If ever a word, as only a song
Solace sleeps the underground
As far above, so it is below
In space and time the sound
Of beating hearts, the rhythmic pound
Flexing through the afterburn
As pupils dilate the sight
The light of streaming fires churn
The cadence of deliverance
The great divide of stars and stripes
Rests in our remembrance
The face of everlasting night
Solace sleeps the underground
As far above, so it is below
In space and time the sound
Of beating hearts, the rhythmic pound
Flexing through the afterburn
As pupils dilate the sight
The light of streaming fires churn
The cadence of deliverance
The great divide of stars and stripes
Rests in our remembrance
The face of everlasting night
Written by TLM5150
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Beyond This World
I want you to close your eyes and take my hand,
We’ll journey to a place you’ve dreamed of before,
We’ll rise above blue skies and across all lands,
To heights and realms where birds cannot soar.
I want you to feel the warmth of my embrace,
As we go past the layers of the atmosphere,
Going into the darkness, the void of space,
Where the two of us together won’t have fears.
And as we fly over this beautiful world,
Our bodies will be protected by this cocoon,
By this love with wings that now become unfurled,
And land on that brightest side of the moon.
From there we’ll marvel at all the distant stars,
We’ll bounce around and stroll on the surface,
Basking in a love beyond this world, it’s ours!
A haven where we find solace and purpose.
I want you to close your eyes and take my hand,
We’ll journey to a place you’ve dreamed of before,
We’ll rise above blue skies and across all lands,
To heights and realms where birds cannot soar.
I want you to feel the warmth of my embrace,
As we go past the layers of the atmosphere,
Going into the darkness, the void of space,
Where the two of us together won’t have fears.
And as we fly over this beautiful world,
Our bodies will be protected by this cocoon,
By this love with wings that now become unfurled,
And land on that brightest side of the moon.
From there we’ll marvel at all the distant stars,
We’ll bounce around and stroll on the surface,
Basking in a love beyond this world, it’s ours!
A haven where we find solace and purpose.
Born for this moment
We wake, wrapped in each other
Bodies warm
But the morning breeze invades our sanctuary
An epicentre near,a whirlwind picks up and speeds to us
Threatening to blow our tent away
Just as i find Ur epicentre
And work on it meticulously
The suns rays reflect gold on us
The sound of the river downstream
Can't musk our moans
"ooohh!"
"there!"
"dnt stop!"
"harder!"
No lifeguard
As I drown in Ur wetness
Wetter than the river flowing
downstream outside
No neighbours,no regulations
We are at par with nature
As birds chip by the trees
We moan more,disrupting their rhythm
As sun breaks the sky
In retrospect,I pound as if to break Ur bones
Literal,the sun can't break the sky
Same to me breaking bones urs
The river hits rocks hard and splatters
Between Ur legs my tongue comes hard
Gasping,u splatter
Baptizing my face
I woke for this
I was made for this moment
Where I sent Ur head spinning
Ur gasping,a match to the life
Waking outside
To the break of day
To our moment
Bodies warm
But the morning breeze invades our sanctuary
An epicentre near,a whirlwind picks up and speeds to us
Threatening to blow our tent away
Just as i find Ur epicentre
And work on it meticulously
The suns rays reflect gold on us
The sound of the river downstream
Can't musk our moans
"ooohh!"
"there!"
"dnt stop!"
"harder!"
No lifeguard
As I drown in Ur wetness
Wetter than the river flowing
downstream outside
No neighbours,no regulations
We are at par with nature
As birds chip by the trees
We moan more,disrupting their rhythm
As sun breaks the sky
In retrospect,I pound as if to break Ur bones
Literal,the sun can't break the sky
Same to me breaking bones urs
The river hits rocks hard and splatters
Between Ur legs my tongue comes hard
Gasping,u splatter
Baptizing my face
I woke for this
I was made for this moment
Where I sent Ur head spinning
Ur gasping,a match to the life
Waking outside
To the break of day
To our moment
Written by Kingmat01
(Martin2019)
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