Poetry competition CLOSED 15th December 2019 10:17pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Secret Santa Poetry
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write an anonymous secret Santa poem!
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The entries are listed here as they appear
#1
Seeing you (in romantic old idiom)
Seeing you
makes roses jealous,
makes all the stars
sharpen their points.
Seeing you
makes a Spring day
run out of coil,
dissimulates
every poem.
Seeing you
causes tides to
roll forth and backward
and proves that love
cannot be reduced
to words.
(Written for Rachel_Lauren)
#2
you plucked me
from a sea of
writers and
poets,
showed me
a mirror i kept
trying hard to
fight off,
its clear i knew
fuck all about
my words that
boil,
or lack
thereof...
i was only
two and two
in those small
moments,
but i think
you knew ...
when i was
just stubborn,
three cheers
to the irish
fellow,
for his lucky
eyes & eagle
like presence,
i know this
thank you
is long overdue.
(Written for Lepperochan)
#3
november landed
me in a permanent
corridor;
strange weather of
overcast vision &
black fisted
smudges—
i thought and
could have done it;
i’m no foreigner
towards it,
thank you for
pulling me
out of a noir—
abyss shaped
envelope,
your words
beam ancient
yellow suns
bringing warmth
inside of our
own stomachs
& mouths.
(written for Missy)
#4
Stalking among
The jungle leaves
Is a predator poet
With insatiable
Creative needs
Who devours
All she meets
With sweet verse
And beauty
But don't mind me
For I rant with jealousy
Because I wish I could be
As great a poet
As she
(Written for Jade-Pandora)
#5
when I read Kathy
I suddenly understood
why Heaven sent her
her earth poetry
is a lifetime of seeking
while the spirit lives
not for perfection
but in how one soul alone
can make a diff’rence
to find it in faith
in its cyclical seasons
to die and return
(Written for Heaven_sent_kathy)
#6
Geoff’s my tabby friend
who walks with me
atop moonlit fences.
Serenading songs,
holiday cheer—
the cats all gather near.
Come on, let’s party,
to join us in
an alley conga line!
We find dumpster bins
with fine dining,
of wine & duck pate tins
Geoffrey tosses breasts
and chicken parts
to hungry feral guests.
While we purr and eat,
he takes a seat
to read us poetry!
He can do no wrong,
king of the hill,
his sonnets all night long.
(written for Hepcat61)
#7
For Man And Boy
It surely wasn't nurture
That made you a force of nature
It was not the god of creation
Or some biblical meditation
Because you had to fight, fight, fight
To struggle to see the light
Sometimes it was like punching smoke
The red mist that made you choke
You felt despair
Like no one cared
Danced with devils
On so many levels
But you stood up proud
And proclaimed out loud
"I Am Me"
"I Am a He"
You were very heroic
And bravely stoic
I pledge my support to your becoming
Friendship and support will be forthcoming
I offer to you my greatest respect
It’s always on call for you to collect
A man, a poet, a master of wit
A man who will never lie down and quit
This is not just a Christmas wish
It’s not me just talking pish
A man with boy brains
Deserves numerous champagnes
I raise my glass and toast to you
With love and honour and honest review
(Written for _boybrains)
#8
She came upon one so quite plain
Had that veneer of unsophistication
Ever need that cloth un-shone
Ahavati, she came to lend a hand
No fine thread that weave contained
Just sackcloth and the ashes grey
What was left a surfeit of rough calico
Ahavati manned the loom of poets grand
The rags that rendered one forlorn
Now the applique two have sewn
Fine intricacy a needle and a point
Ahavati spiked a design to stretch and grow
mediocre that I thought I owned
comes pieces so delicately adorned
a fine brocade from that devote
Ahavati`s challenge to equal every famous quote
A button hole with silken strands a pretty
what was covered now unfurled
Of flowers and bouquet`s of words
Ahavati, before her critique I was blind
A nest to crochet something special handed down
Not just a man lost in the bobbins
no design and no clear heading
Ahavati brought words needle eye for I to find
A tapestry of talent its dormancy unearthed
For her bespoke to help the novice verse
An icon avatar not self obsessed
And Christmas bows to wrap that poetess
Secret Santa`s gifts of immeasurable worth
That advent is a HO Ho Ho the back a hearty slap
Gratitude in secret is the present wrapped
As she was my embroidery as I sally forth
(Written for Ahavati)
#9
Sky dancer
a galactic arm
in the cold of winter stars
shines o’er moon’s face
as cosmic dragon
dancing weightless & bright
chants in its orbit
vibration echos
entering Earth’s life force
in sky dancer’s haze
awakens the gods
who turn to face & worship
singing together
(Written for Sky_Dancer)
#10
A black-feathered crow,
the silhouette of night
as the crow flies
away from its
heritage,
but
caged by
its syllables
and its memories,
dark as noir, of death
before dawn with
siren calls,
that
also turn
to night, but it’s
then, as crow perches
above, over city
streets with
fleeting
shadows by
city lights and neon,
that separate
and then
merge,
into the bars
and private clubs,
where the
high
& the low life
are as one, hiding
a disdain,
till the
rogue dogs
of the hour, drag
the hookers back to
the alleys, and
the crow
on
his laptop
pecks out the love
and sex, the violence
and treachery of
the dime store
novels by
Spillane.
(Written for Crowfly)
#11
Honoria
in honour of Honoria
this little gift—no chore—for her
to let her know we recognise
her heart, her spirit, how she tries
to be a warm support for all
a gentled soul, heart wall-to-wall
whose poems ring with her own truth
of joy and trials beneath her roof
a friend who gives unceasingly
a merry xmas kiss—from me
(Written for Honoria]
#12
In parts of U.S.A., the food court rules,
Inside a sprawling mall where shoppers eat.
It’s Saturday, the kids are home from school,
A mama bear will take her cubs for meat.
The wilds of the northwest is where they roam,
This growing fam’ily for which she’s proud.
Before it’s time to hibernate at home,
She and her ten cubs in the court will crowd.
They stand in line with trays for ‘a la cart’,
Then forage at the salad bar for sides.
For bears to eat it really is no art,
And Mama makes sure that she well-provides.
And on this special night before they sleep,
The cubs will write a list for Santa Clause.
The candles flicker bright for souls to keep,
As heads all bow, eyes shut with folded paws.
(written for ediblewords)
#13
Dear Poet,
I want to thank you for you sharing your art,
The words and images that wins the heart,
Every day I look forward to seeing a design,
The brevity and levity make the piece shine.
Dear Poet, you have a pretty amazing skill,
Your verse feels like it’s an engraving spill,
Etched in the eye’s mind in color and style,
Abstract to a point it always make me smile.
Dear Poet, you have a gift for vivid depiction,
Coupled with poetic and thoughtful diction,
So I just want to say you have my admiration,
This is just a small token of my appreciation.
(written for Poetspeak)
Anonymous
Ding-dong... it’s the first day of December...
Anonymous
Woohoo! The first secret Santa poem has been dropped!
Entries are posted anonymously in the first post as they appear.
... knock knock Rachel_Lauren 😉
....any minute now
Anonymous
... not unless you’ve grown tits, dear... 🤣
Anonymous
Knock Knock Lepp...
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