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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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Persimmons

 

How long had it been?
No matter, as she grew,
she dreamt of children.

Even as an only child
born of an only child;
where she was in life,
she wanted girls.

Not just one - to raise as
an only child and still be
alone in one’s mortality.

It was a time of war
when first conceived.

The streets were grey
and rubble-filled
in stillborn drifts of snow.

She had conceived
during a time of war;
she knew she’d have a girl,

when prayers would echo
from ruins of rooftops,
for God is great
’Allah akbar’ in the smoke.

What a beautiful child,
born when there should be
flowers & ripe persimmons.

She knew she’d have a girl;
it was a time of war—
how long had it been?

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DanielChristensen
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We Walk Like Gods


The white sun riptide
built a vast sandbar
high and wide
and with bare feet  
we walk like gods
across the Atlantic

As it rose
the floor’s gold shimmer  
transfused blue waters
with tropic shades of green
and reflective scatter
of confetti emeralds
flirted with our
salt-stung eyes

Little feet stepped
carefully in plush sand  
around sharp coral edges
as the fish and eel
slipped through our legs
like silver party streamers
and we celebrated

We could map across
an entire ocean jungle
speaking a child’s
language—
our musical laughter
bounced bright notes  
off the choral
seaweed carnival
at our bending knees
and we celebrated

Cataclysm would not
harm us newly born  
so we walk like gods
across the Atlantic  
and wide earth’s
freedom filled our
young, brave
guts until
we burst

Soon, as our
volatile star sets
the sea would revert
from teal to sapphire
against a lively
yellow moon—
we are not in
our mothers’ homes
above catacombs


We walk like gods  
full of dark, wild earth
as the moon’s pull is strong
the merciless tide is heavy  
we are immaculate still
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DanielChristensen
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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.        
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
 
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snugglebuck
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Lost Men

( a double Quatern )    
   
   
For some to whom the years have not been kind,  
And beaten into treads of alley cracks.  
Where poison oleander of the mind,  
Grows pink and scarlet all along the tracks.   
   
Is omnipresent, making all else dim,  
For some to whom the years have not been kind.
The remnants of a battle none to slim,  
To oust the honored few we leave behind.    
   
The marches in the blinding rain confined,    
The ossify of driftwood’s living dead.  
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
In olive camaflage of jungle red.    
   
To row a swollen stream without an oar,  
Or bleach upon a dune in dreams to find.  
Did all the lost men fight a godless war,
For some to whom the years have not been kind.    
   
As if their shadows stay to walk the streets,
The host omnipotent is torpor’s self.
To wander aimlessly, each day repeats,    
With nothing left to show for of itself.    
   
Existing in oblivion as truth,   
As if their shadows stay to walk the streets.  
The price to pay to sacrifice one’s youth,
Will mean the cost of flags like covered sheets.    
   
The timpani of echoed solemn beats,  
“When will they ever learn?”, so goes a song.  
As if their shadows stay to walk the streets,
In darker bows in search of what went wrong.    
   
Like orca, to bring death before the mast,    
Another generation fills more seats.  
The overture, their fate has long been cast,   
As if their shadows stay to walk the streets.
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Ahavati
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Less than 24 hours until it goes to public vote! Get those nominations in!

Ahavati
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Thank you to everyone who participated!  A Public Vote has been requested, and the final winner for 2019 will be announced soon! Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year to all! xo

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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:

Stoney223, inechoingsilence, nutbuster, _boybrains, crimsin, LunaGreyhawk, Josh, Poetrybydhyana, Kinkpoet, Layla, Tallen, fields_broke, Jade-Pandora, zinnzinn, LunasChild8, russell_snow, badmalthus, PoetsRevenge, summultima, Heaven_sent_Kathy, Poetic_Strength, butters

Ahavati
Tams
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Whoooo hoooo! Congratulations, Rachel Lauren!  Well deserved win!

Rachel_Lauren
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Wow!!! This absolutely made my day!!!
Thank you to everyone who voted. I’m honored. 😢❤️❤️❤️

Jade-Pandora
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Rachel_Lauren said:Wow!!! This absolutely made my day!!!
Thank you to everyone who voted. I’m honored. 😢❤️❤️❤️


You deserve it, Rachel!  Congratulations!!🐾

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Rachel_Lauren
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Thank you!! ❤️

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