Poetry competition CLOSED 21st November 2019 11:02am
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JohnnyBlaze
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Poem of the Month - November 2019

LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
Guardian of Shadows
Sierra Leone
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Poetry Contest

Find someone new!
Mi Copa:  My apologies for the confusion that was caused with the"hiding" of certain poems in the October 2019 competition ...

I've always felt that this competition, more so than others was a chance to highlight not only established writers on this site, but new and emerging voices as well.

With that in mind, I tried to keep the competition winners to one poet per calendar year whereby no poet could win more than one month in a given year, thus the running winners list as a guide of poets that couldn't be nominated.

Somewhere in transcribing the rules from one month to another this addendum got dropped, and with that I found the competition became the same group of devoted poets nominating the same poets over and over ... and over

In no way am I disputing the quality of the writing nominated, because quite frankly most of the winners are poets I follow (and or are kind enough to follow me) ...

With that in mind, if the same people keep nominating each other and then voting for each other ...  how's that a literary competition(?).

What I'm looking to do to close out the year is to keep nominations to (1) those who have never won Poem of Month - SO PLEASE DO NOT POST A PREVIOUS WINNER FROM 2019 or 2018 (it just clogs up the page and makes it harder to get to the nominees ...

and (2) ideally nominate poets who have less than ten writing wins.

Please PM myself or other MODS on how you want 2020 POTM comps to run: (1) anyone can win in any given month or (2) one win per calendar year for any given poet ... ?

There will still be no self nominations in either format.

With that said .............

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 November 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.  

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 a MOD. 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
April 2019 ... FROM THE ASH
May 2019 ... MISS_SUB
June 2019 ... NAAJIR
July 2019 ... LAYLA
August 2019 ... AHAVATI
September 2019 ... MISS_SUB
October 2019 ... HOWLING_WHELMS
November 2019 ... JOHNNY BLAZE

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!?

Jade-Pandora
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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A Moment’s Truth

 

An effect
of the altitude
bites hardest at night

Despair—
while waiting till dawn
in its
savagery

A long
wait that comes
too soon

Airless—
the ice
never melting

blocks
a natural bridge
if ever there

Penance—
the deep
frigid of blue sky
is blinding

Only the condor

—soars
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Sky_dancer
Sky_dancer
The Cosmic Dragon
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Keeper Of Time

'Time past and time future  
 What might have been and what has been  
Point to one end, which is always present'  
              -T.S. Elliot  
 
 
Keeper of Time for whom the clock winds,  
keeper of all things misaligned,  
 
Keeper of one, two and three,  
times of which are Time's decree.  
 
Striking clock we strain to hear  
stridently to end all fears.  
 
Where is the one whom time keeps still,  
what are such needs you only fill?
 
Timely, though, you all but know  
rushing not toward Fate's furlough,  
 
Hastening on to keep us near  
this perilous world we hold so dear.  
 
Feverishly, we walk in step  
along to your pace with no regrets  
 
Knowing we can ne'er retreat;  
Time, the decider of all we meet.  
 
Where is the clock that so unwinds  
into our fate to enter blind?
 
Midi, le soir, le nuit, bonheur,  
you tell us all we need to hear.  
 
They say you keep us all in line,  
they say our allegiance must be a sign  
 
That all we owe to you, our minds,  
Keeper of rhyme, keeper of Time.  
 
         .....  
 
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Tallen
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earth_empath
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The Echoes of Music

The Echoes of Music
Skipper (1Skipper-)
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Gahddess_Worship
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Seule

These thoughts
feelings
always ever buried
shallow but deep
 
This confounded bundle
tied with concertina
no loose ends
a most bloody knot
 
Repelling all yet
longing for an Alexander
his clever cleaving ways
to again undo
 
So I will just distill
another splash of ink
equal part of sang
equal part of tears
 
Painting the blankness
perhaps with something sage
that won't smudge
 
or finally fade
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by LilDragonFly
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crimsin
crimsin
Unveiling
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in the holistic haze of  C H A O S...

  
 
 
   
dunn want to clear off the cobwebbing chaotic universes  
of the sleepless eyes ….they tremble as racing tuning forks    
craving maddeningly in endless salivating strings ….syncing    
with this weird thudding heart gone rogue tonight ... from  
shattering avalanche unto those once clear corridors, under  
heavy border patrols on either side of this wavering geometry  
   
   
no... would consume all &  utter not any more this silent moment..  
else these depths of serpentine memories..mining as deadly thought trains
 
   
[flown fertile as a deltaic lubricant in sweet~smotheringly  viscous love.. drowns  
this all over in your frothy entrapping magneticious pools uproariously voicing    
fleshy tides...in hard cicadal rings of high frequential aphrodisiacal drumsticks    
   
evoking a whaling moringal hunger.... of a wetty~gummy secreting ambergris    
..such musky resinous fogginess marring eyes in thickly sweating tears… yet, the    
walling eyelids in airtight locks lets out not the seeming apparitions.... in no    
   
transmigrations of the visioned binaries- the divisive skeletal whiteness frames    
fingering erect amongst the wobbly multiversal zeroes…mirroring image memories    
of the eyes overlap the darking realities as non-negating permanent permeance ..in    
   
clonal copying presence,  unfadingly repetitive of its serially blinking seconds    
…spatters all over as random graphic ants in lightning streaky crisis..  draws  
subliminal sublime motions crossing lightyears in each blinkly~breathly gaps..  
   
...need you as the needling  firming “I’s” all across this porous substratum    
coring in as fully zeroing nullness …we, this Us, are compounding gardens    
of seeding abstractions..afloat as majestic achenes of faithful conception]
 
   
   
would crumble down as fossilizing insipidities in diatomaceous siliceous    
 stardust breakdowns of both our origins and eventual liberations…and    
   
these merging inbetween ululating realms of a riotous tribal sultry heart    
in its earthen dancing nakedities of heartfeltly handwoven visceral discoveries    
   
of our half-drowsy half-awoken super (solid) immersion    
   
...would never be felt  
(perhaps wholly superceded by prematuring etherealities- oddly    
in shady lights under such invasions)  
   
in our spontaneous skies and flesh    
fusing diversities - a phasic full circle    
in agelessy orbiting human~divine destiny …  
   
of the abruptive nascence or seasoned undulations  
we tread and tread unto our Oneness destinations
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
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crimsin
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Unveiling
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'I go to seek a great perhaps'

Wielding needle as shovel
She wrote with nectarine fingers
Scarred by nicotine & crown thorn
Womb reliquary of bloodied warfare -
‘Am I digging hole or grave?’

Is writing act of loss?
Beyond seeking, leaking curved verbs
Onto windmill tips, flood until body flat lines -
Tending cemeteries where ephemeral died
Fragments still,
Nothing more than chapter obituaries:
It is not the death the parchment promised.

Once the skies were full of witches
Low flying flock of brooms sweeping
                            suburban chimneys
Whistling soot-voiced plumes of smoke
Flu(t)e flames in throat of God.
All is smoked.
They burn witches, don’t they?

Somewhere,
Cinderella is a revolutionary leader  
Slipper’ing Disney misogynists
With red hot poker,
Dreadlocked (Rap)unzel
Sells modern fashion to fascists
& Beauty….
Well, Beauty still sleeps….waiting.

Cheek-by-jowl, murder most foul
Liberated from baby puke
And cold-war nuke talk,
Anne and Sylvia betrothed themselves to
Grooms of martinis in Boston bars.
An elderly lady recognised the literary pair
Leaving her thoughts on lip of porcelain cup.
 
Garish wallpaper dripped unwritten verse
Cash till pulsed as rhythm of typewriter birthing
A peculiar kind of love,
On their emptied two chairs
Have ghosts reclined in soiled shroud?
In dreams of others poems write themselves:

Madness has moments
And then vanishes
Before returning
.

In valley of maybes, maybe….    

May those who find exquisite beauty in suicide
Carry corpse past steaming factories
Thru’ gliding newspaper ribbons
                                 abseiling alleys
In reflection of derelict shop window.

World stops turning for Her Kind
As stiletto blades tear into turf –
As every keen scholar knows
The world is everything that is the case.

It is always
Seemingly
Her Kind.


# Title. Arguably last words of Rabelais.
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Ahavati
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dreary morning in a truck stop off I-70

 



doughnuts made by
the sick hands of
dirty angels

doughnuts given the
names of long dead
movie stars
stars:

the Gable
the Bogart
the Monroe
the Dean

asp poison would taste
better

go to restroom

wash hands
wash face

wash off the human
race

nothing left here but
coffee, cream, sugar,
the music of the spoon
against the sides of
the cup and one
last taste

Written by buddhakitty
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Ahavati
Ahavati
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I Know You Can

 
It's not that you are living a lie
 
You've been lying to yourself  
for decades, never fully  
tuned into the truth  
of who you were  
 
through no one's influence  
on the dial but your own  
 
The real struggle began when  
I can became I can't  
because ...
 
 
and for whatever the reasons  
continued; train of thought  
gained momentum in direction  
counter-clockwise to desire;  
 
travelling far off course  
 
yet going nowhere  
except in frustrating  
roundabouts  
 
Believing you are capable  
is one thing;  
 
practicing  
I can  
is a whole 'nother story  
 
Here is the next part of yours;  
you are the author  
 
Same as the poetry you pen  
write it with care -  
revise, revise, revise  
knowing you can  
 
And If you must insist upon otherwise  
know I'll be waiting at the station  
for your arrival  
 
Until then ...  
 
see you there  
 
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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butters
butters
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
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Lessons in life (Part 2 Smoking kills)

I cut the cricket bat from a plywood sheet,
wrapped tape around its rough handle,
used an old beer crate as a wicket.
The summer had delivered a perfect evening
poised over a memory that set the scene
and started to roll the cameras.

The cliche version would have been
on location in an American suburb,
father and son playing catch on the front lawn
mother filming from the wooden porch
all fit, white teeth and healthy,
sunlight would glisten on the lens.

But this was a concrete back yard with high walls
and a gate that opened onto broken glass,
Dad was a spin bowler due to the short breath and run ups,
each innings uncoiled him, took its toll.

I began to worry, watching the colour slide
down his face, a novelty pen turned upright
to reveal a naked body.
I pretended to miss, and listened to the clink
of empty beer bottles as the ball clipped the crate
relief shouted,out, across his face.

The director wasn’t happy wanting to go again
but the star was already leaving the set,
desperately seeking his trailer, exhausted from
his fifteen minutes of acting, it wasn’t long
before smoke draped its silk jacket over his shoulders.

We toured with that film, I did all the pro-mo
while he snorted oxygen shipped in cylinders,
always away from the public’s gaze.

I was asked once what it was like
working with such a professional.
I lied and talked about his better days,
paid tribute behind a filter of blue and green.
I held his hand for the final scene
but couldn’t find the words at the after party.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

I asked you to stop breathing
cease the bellows rhythm,
end this fake goodbye.
Body now trespassed beyond retreat,
basic in function,
rise and fall,
rise and fall.
You waited until I slept,
I missed your reply.
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Lessons in life (Part 4 Trees need protecting)

Strange that it had grown
on the side of a sandstone slab.
A huge knarred hand reaching out
to touch another world,
held by an underground prison.
I thought of it as old,
generations had played at its wrist,
swung from its finger tips.

The rope had been robbed
from a coal mine,
It gave out black blisters
and was hung by a rumour.

The pendulum effect was magnificent,
motion sickness spun from its canopy
to the creak of a rolling Galleon.
Exposed roots collected skin and blood
from thin boned boys on summer days
that shared a look at dirty books,
before they chanced the rope
and felt the kiss of bark.

They chopped off its hand
with no one to hold it,
broke up the slab,
sealed the wound with tar,
built houses over its tomb.

I walked up the hill to see it gone,
my clothes grew with each step,
until I stood as a small boy
remembering,
how I once learned to fly.
Written by Razzerleaf
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PoetsRevenge
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Dangerous Mind
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Autoluminescence

The blast of drums and blazing light  
That strike of inspiration's sight  
A flood of words no dam can hold  
A tap direct to muse's gold  

The bio-luminescent source  
Your guiding star at your heart's core  
The gateway into realms of mind  
A fountain, limitless inside  

The muse was always part of you  
Inseparable from what is true  
Within the soul is song and verse  
You, wild symphonic universe.
Written by Sky_dancer (The Cosmic Dragon)
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Australia
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Like a Beautiful Bouquet

 
 
 
 
a circle of friends should be picked
 
for the color of heart,
scent of words
 
not the hue of skin
nor stench of thoughts

 
 
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hibiscus-and-sparrow

                 
       
       
      flowers giant        
       
                               pink &        
       
                              green        
       
       
                  projected thru        
       
the window screen        
       
       
((and the wind blows like the wind               
       
and the wind blows thru the trees        
       
and the wind blows the leaves away        
       
and the wind blows time away        
       
but not the doings of time    
     
entirely )        
       
       
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn        
nnnnnnnnnnamo AmitaBhaa        
       
i reflected        
       
       
rather benignly        
       
upon        
       
the spiritual movements        
of this        
       
  with tea        
       
to whomever        
       
and the shelf beside        
       
on its stomach is a radio        
 (….maybe I will say gramophone.....)        
       
no,        
on its stomach        
 is a radio        
       
ripped open        
       
from which music spills, gushing,        
like the Rhône        
       
      -euro-new-lounge-        
electro        
      -jazz        
       
-Caribbean        
-zephyr chill        
       with        
       
quaalude feathers        
 and speckled bills .        
       
       
..hello.....        
 ….hellow        
is anybody home?        
or is this just        
some kind of        
slow motion lonesome?       
       
       
hey there bruv,        
      What is love,        
                             you think it true?        
       
Yea,        
 sure i do ,        
       
       
but not a thing to take on faith alone        
       
       
and thus behold        
       
or thus be sold        
       
at its word or name        
 or face or fame        
       
nor to set on simmer either        
       
in backgrounds like a stew        
       
but is, we shall say, that what is done for you,        
       
& that which you do and do and do.        
       
       
(jejune        
à ma        
grande        
surprise )        
from here        
i hear        
your pulse        
and your        
pause        
like a sunrise.        
       
just outside my door        
       
violet air streams by,        
just up my floor,        
from out yonder it pours,        
rushing in        
       
and all around        
       
       
       
submerged as i am        
       
sunken eyed  bug eyed
       
as a phantom of hot air        
       
or dart frog with the suck-it tongue        
       
in this body        
       
as empire and none        
       
       
but prone, you know?        
as if floating        
       
in ever deepening ever widening        
       
hexagonal daydream aquariums        
       
aerial millponds        
       
fuzzy loafing        
bog comas        
 of ghostly ellipsis        
       
echoes of        
 the vast undercurrent, legions of        
       
smoke lagoons come liquid Soma        
       
stalagmite reality of riptide and thy tender eyes        
       
glittering whitely but far far far from any sight of mine.        
       
       
so yeah        
 sometimes we float atop the surface so lightly        
and sometimes we sink in,        
 down beneath        
(the smothering stone of psyche)        
and sometimes we fall under        
more concisely        
       
       
and drift along        
       
the bottom        
sucking mud, a flounder,  
a mudskipper        
sucking bloodworm artemia        
       
                  -or along the far edges        
       
            and the outskirts        
       
                  and the purlieu        
       
of the world and the centermost world,        
       
 and the world indeterminate, out of sequence, such fare, what        
       
difference? for destitute is my plenitude &the        
       
earth                                      of lagoons        in swan light and amphibian yields     or flowery fields        
       
       
                                          dressed to the nines, a painter's muse,        
       
       
                                          giant and brightly        
       
       
                                                       pink &        
                                                green        
       
       
                                    surveyed thru        
       
       
                  a rubber tangerine        
       
       
until  the       end of       art or       years or       everything.        
       
       
All across        
                     the slipshod waste        
the woodblock ballet        
                     thunks away        
       
the garden        
is a machinery of mud        
       
Hokusai paints prettily at the buds        
       
                  and like Wang Ch'i        
              
      his petals offer up        
       
            their ruby charms        
       
for madrigals        
       
and Montifrignilla        
       
       
while wandering Sordello        
       
dredges back to Goito,        
he pulls his trunk alone, a broke-down elephant dud,        
       
                  amid flowers        
              
giant pink and green        
       
blueberry canary yellow        
       
hibiscus and sparrow        
       
yes i remember now        
have pity on a fool        
       
oh, hell,        
       
       
let me explain        
       
       
but, no,        
       
i never will.        
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
 
Written by Vandel_Viaclovsky (Van)
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summultima
summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India
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top of the mountain

 
.


i have
waited
a long
time
for nothing...

it's been
the
greatest
achievement
of
my life


Written by buddhakitty
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