Poetry competition CLOSED 24th November 2019 4:24pm
WINNER
LunaGreyhawk
LunaGreyhawk
RUNNERS-UP:
Evocation
and butters
New Member of the Month November 2019
My Dog
"i am loyal as i don't have manners"
that's what they say,
but i do, just can't explain.
If i am barking, my feelings are well expressed
but not understood.
my existence is their protection,
the security of the entire family.
still, every man done wrong, is referred to my name
"dog",
My actions can be reckless ,sometimes
but responsibility is,
being the gate of their yard.
Take care of me, I'll take care of you
(ruff-ruff!!), i hope you understand now.
that's what they say,
but i do, just can't explain.
If i am barking, my feelings are well expressed
but not understood.
my existence is their protection,
the security of the entire family.
still, every man done wrong, is referred to my name
"dog",
My actions can be reckless ,sometimes
but responsibility is,
being the gate of their yard.
Take care of me, I'll take care of you
(ruff-ruff!!), i hope you understand now.
Written by imbongi
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But We’re Sick of Him
Bukowski swore he was a man all for himself, that’s
edgy to love: bleak, pitying ramblings,
man versus humanity
but I swear
he’s not much of a poet unless you have two ears,
a tongue that fucks
soaking wet with language
and a heart that also sings when its drowned in liquor
after sleep there isn’t much you can do
for a man who can’t come when he’s awake
edgy to love: bleak, pitying ramblings,
man versus humanity
but I swear
he’s not much of a poet unless you have two ears,
a tongue that fucks
soaking wet with language
and a heart that also sings when its drowned in liquor
after sleep there isn’t much you can do
for a man who can’t come when he’s awake
Written by Rachel_Lauren
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Mentor
It all started with a message
“can you mentor one more please?”
You not only said yes
But with open arms
Under your wings
Took in a total stranger
To groom, nurture and prune
Daily watering
This seed died not of thirst
Training the mind so
There won’t be death at your feet
A times, not convenient
For you’ve got
Commitments and family
Looking up to you
Your life to live and writes to pen down
Yet, you chose to water a seed
In another continent
Struggling to grow
This seed is sprouting now
And making you proud
In the little way seedlings knows
To make a farmer proud
Watching out for the tree it will become
With encouragement to just be “you”
All day long
It’s another day
A circle is complete and another drawn
In the calendar known to man
You’ve got dreams yet unfold
Visions to be manifested
Aspirations to be reached
Your life a beacon of hope to many
Mountains you’ve climbed
Valleys threaded yet undefeated
Many lives severed
Many still struggling
To stand and stay still
Yet your anchor holds
In Him who’s got your back
All day long
Your heart beats and longs
To be a life line to those
Whose path you cross
Yet you remain at the back
The screen your face to shield
Your hands exploit does
In lives privileged
To be touched by it
Happy Birthday
“can you mentor one more please?”
You not only said yes
But with open arms
Under your wings
Took in a total stranger
To groom, nurture and prune
Daily watering
This seed died not of thirst
Training the mind so
There won’t be death at your feet
A times, not convenient
For you’ve got
Commitments and family
Looking up to you
Your life to live and writes to pen down
Yet, you chose to water a seed
In another continent
Struggling to grow
This seed is sprouting now
And making you proud
In the little way seedlings knows
To make a farmer proud
Watching out for the tree it will become
With encouragement to just be “you”
All day long
It’s another day
A circle is complete and another drawn
In the calendar known to man
You’ve got dreams yet unfold
Visions to be manifested
Aspirations to be reached
Your life a beacon of hope to many
Mountains you’ve climbed
Valleys threaded yet undefeated
Many lives severed
Many still struggling
To stand and stay still
Yet your anchor holds
In Him who’s got your back
All day long
Your heart beats and longs
To be a life line to those
Whose path you cross
Yet you remain at the back
The screen your face to shield
Your hands exploit does
In lives privileged
To be touched by it
Happy Birthday
Written by Graceful
(Akinlua Grace)
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Razzerleaf said:Its official, im a techno numpty, How do I nominate? when I press enter comp it only brings up my poems to chose from, how do I get to someone else ? Could someone embarrass my by telling me how easy it is to solve please?
RL, simply copy and paste the URL of the poem you wish to nominate here. It will automatically show.
RL, simply copy and paste the URL of the poem you wish to nominate here. It will automatically show.
Fruit picking from plectrums
I've been lost
In a Humbuckers
field, picking
plump fruit from
plectrums, to fill stomp boxes
full of ripe fancy.
My fingers
cut deep on thin strings,
and I bend
with gravel
as I work away fretless,
always keeping time.
Weighed down by
a solid body,
sustained by
the richness
of a pentatonic crop,
heavy with rocks.
In a Humbuckers
field, picking
plump fruit from
plectrums, to fill stomp boxes
full of ripe fancy.
My fingers
cut deep on thin strings,
and I bend
with gravel
as I work away fretless,
always keeping time.
Weighed down by
a solid body,
sustained by
the richness
of a pentatonic crop,
heavy with rocks.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Mathematical Pain
Every day is a rotation
on the complex plane.
Everything moves just a bit
in predictably changing vectors,
all progress reversed
and redone,
so many times it's forgettable
if you don't bother to count.
It's derivative.
No matter where I run
the distance remains,
two plus two is still four,
sounds don't change meaning.
No matter how high I climb
only the X axis awaits me,
and numbers don't even care
if I'm about to puke.
I think I liked it better
when things were simple
and whole
and natural
and one digit.
When did life get so out of hand.
Where did all these
variables come from.
Now I can't even count to three
without going through
several infinities squared.
But such is pi.
on the complex plane.
Everything moves just a bit
in predictably changing vectors,
all progress reversed
and redone,
so many times it's forgettable
if you don't bother to count.
It's derivative.
No matter where I run
the distance remains,
two plus two is still four,
sounds don't change meaning.
No matter how high I climb
only the X axis awaits me,
and numbers don't even care
if I'm about to puke.
I think I liked it better
when things were simple
and whole
and natural
and one digit.
When did life get so out of hand.
Where did all these
variables come from.
Now I can't even count to three
without going through
several infinities squared.
But such is pi.
Written by bigppMASTER
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
AspergerPoet56, Mister_Write, wallyroo92, Miss_Sub, Tallen, JohnnyBlaze, David_Macleod, alcedoathis, Josh, Stoney223, Razzerleaf, badmalthus, Jade-Pandora, butters, Eerie, AEMelia564, angelaball, Marks, Rachel_Lauren, AgentStarling, PoetsRevenge, Honoria, Cocoa, slipalong, Heaven_sent_Kathy, Chuck
Thank you to the following members for voting:
AspergerPoet56, Mister_Write, wallyroo92, Miss_Sub, Tallen, JohnnyBlaze, David_Macleod, alcedoathis, Josh, Stoney223, Razzerleaf, badmalthus, Jade-Pandora, butters, Eerie, AEMelia564, angelaball, Marks, Rachel_Lauren, AgentStarling, PoetsRevenge, Honoria, Cocoa, slipalong, Heaven_sent_Kathy, Chuck
Whooo hooooo! Congratulations, Luna! This is my favorite of yours! Webmiss will be along to correct the trophy award soon. It just says my name because I nominated you. I am unsure who won second place - as it's not highlighted in Orange the way the winner is, so will congratulate them once Webmiss has corrected it!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Tallen, she's all yours now!
Edit: I see "The Loner" by Evocation is all grey - so perhaps they won second? We'll know soon!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Tallen, she's all yours now!
Edit: I see "The Loner" by Evocation is all grey - so perhaps they won second? We'll know soon!
