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POEM OF THE MONTH ~ JANUARY 2020

Layla
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Poetry Contest

Nominate an Amazing Poem to Represent DU across social media!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!  New year New beginnings!

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.
You have two weeks to nominate no more than two of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!

Please note the following when making nominations:

NOTE: The Spoken Word of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11192/

Because the vote for this com is anonymous, and spoken word pieces cannot be anonymous due to avatars and voices, we would prefer you nominate those pieces in the appropriate comp above so that voting remains fair.

NOTE: New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11185/

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. You may nominate only TWO poems from two different DU members.

3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!

4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.  

5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.

6. One win per member within a Calendar Year.

7. You must personally notify the member that they have been nominated.

Nomination Duration is two weeks followed by a week of site voting!


Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:

2020

January 2020-  NEW BEGINNINGS



2019

January, 2019 - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
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
December 2019- RACHEL_LAUREN


2018

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

2017

January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
April, 2017 - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May, 2017 - ALEXANDER CASE
June, 2017 - AEMelia564
July, 2017 - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August, 2017 - QUIETUSQUILL
September, 2017 - _SHADOE_
October, 2017 - POETSREVENGE
November, 2017 - NAAJIR
December, 2017 - POETSPEAK

2016

November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI

summultima
summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
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Tallen
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Tactical Manoeuvres

We both play the game of careful silence

He,
knave,
never direct

I,
bishop,
transversal

I'm offensive ~
 too early
  chaotic and fast
 
I formulate
 postulate
  negate
    equate

I hear every word you say,
 comprehend,
  beyond the mere

Seeing that there are no two sides,
 but one whole
  with two natures


I join dots
 draw parallels
  find patterns

I see the universe in an atom

Miscalculations cause mistakes
 miscommunication;
  ineffective mediums

No ad hominems
 strawmen
  or gaslightning

Emotions mitigate logic ~
 logic dictates

If you lose, willingly, you win wisdom and learning

Always play to win {even by surrender}
Written by Sky_dancer (A girl has no name)
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Tallen
Tallen
earth_empath
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Gaia

Breathtaking is the man who roams the earth
in search of his truth to renew his broken spirit.
He steps on mirrored stones while reflecting his disregard and disdain for lack of loving our mother earth and her children.
and her shores welcomed him home
Reborn is a man with knowledge to plant his garden and weep for the death of his harvest when he has no food to feed.
and she seeds for his spring
Honesty is the man that asks no gifts but labours for dead wood and stones to give to those without shelter.
and she gives rapture to the volcano
Deeper into the souls of men who bring forth nurture
to the children of nature
Is the man who lives by the earth with love that he need never be lost
and she is his home
Written by Lagertha (Elizabeth.G.)
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Ahavati
Ahavati
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2020

freshly sprung my january morn
from the ash of old-year fireworks
vacant womb—another year is born
tiptoe past the haunts where trouble lurks
all my yesterday pains i must heal
leaving scabs and bandages behind
secret recipes that i conceal
sagely occupy my latent mind

50/50 chances of success
give untaken roads false sophistry
lest i prove me wrong, let me confess
time does not afford such liberty:
reconstructing corpses long past dead
for the reigns of eschatology
fix life's bounds beyond time's retrograde
where none can re-drink his history

20/20 (legally not blind!)
yet i cannot see eternity
to this sole pursuit i am resigned:
finding visual acuity
macular-degeneration tribes
bend the newborn year upon its knees
lest a people perish, i'm the scribe
heed ye, then, my sound hypotheses

© Copyright 2020 January 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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Layla
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Layla
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defied.  and undefined.     the divine Us-in-Love  


 
 
 
 
1.
<< @00:58:53 UTC, 26.12.2004, beyond all tenses, tears in the tsunami>>

 
 
still the splitting hints & haunting remnants  
sit embedded in ruins as handcuffed sandgrains  
marooned in crimson tides engulfing nameless  
screams of mass-silenced piling up corpses..  
 
longingly unfazed shoreline runs as ever in parallelism  
to the unshaken skylines beneath amoebic-minded  
grey clouds in the circus-monkeying unpredictability
 
unleashes  
an eerie silence...as it still stands quite  
a quiet uninhabitably-cemented cemetery  
 
its brittle tidal salt breaths & still-hungering  
airs.. punchboxing hard with hit-particulates  
...bleed osmotic eyes to a deep smelling  
resonance from its trenching in cores  
 
encircling in wrathful wavy wrigging
live radiations of its benthic digging back  
brutal massacred burial place...
 
in still-s(t)inging congregations  
of red mud waspy buzz syringing  
virally vengeful hues of the century’s  
sacrificial bloodbath -from its erected  
skyhigh gallows in an inescapable  
rapidfire clocked drownings…  
 
sucking in all as mere ants, in its open-mouthed
indiscriminately fierce swirling flesh hunt spree
..these serially bloom blood-rafflesial apocalypse  
 
 
 
 
2.  
[**plasmic flaming thirdeye a molten eternal Us, defies any shady apocalyse**]

 
 
even the astronomical so-calculatedly ominous marring  
third-eye phenomenon- the blackening solar eclipse core  
ghostly dancing in the daring december daylights  
in abrogation of an orthodoxically ablaze inner sun, laden  
now with a fully enclosed- a distant shadowy moon
clings on for those minutes in devilish possession, yet  
with a divine warning fire-ring in marrying margination
 
 
the thickly earthen crusts in painted green algal matte  
in vertically digging in deep well breaths inhale -exhale  
as frothy brimming rapidity over the rich roasted brown  
freeflowing sands in maturing heat, coalesce as plasmic
coming together effervescing absorptiveness...
 
a climaxing fluidic ecstasy in its slow-sensually tremblin'
seismic eddy current channeling bodily passages unto its  
solidifying hard sterling iron-core, & freezing virtuous in  
countless billion years of meditative sagacities  
 
in magnetic origins of a beauteous chaotic phasal  
discontinuity.. yet in unimaginable amalgamations  
 
 
 
of Us .. as One  

defies   all~nil  
 (un)known  
laws logics,  this  
 
eternally floatative  
wilderness bubble  
 
Us, unstoppably  
pure and rustic

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by summultima (uma)
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JusTim_
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Thorns

i watched the colors change
like autumn maple trees
petals unfolding before me
and you didn’t need the sun
it seemed

thorns emerging
i can see their sharpened edge
smiling down on me
my skin is hungry
so I let you prick the very depths beneath
and my rosy cheeks burned brighter
in the frozen air
my breath evaporating
like chimney smoke

tell me to go home
tell me to get warm
before I freeze out in your garden
before I become frost on your stem
learning to go is hard
leaving you is harder
when the season turns again
i’ll be here
waiting for your return
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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Layla
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Sky_dancer
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Wintertide Metaphor

( after Louise Glück )
  
How was I to know        
dormancy could craft          
the art of contentment;          
         
that breaking beyond winter          
  to spring’s hustling charms          
would teach me of solitude⁠—          
  instill a crisp propensity          
  for suppression again        
         
Spring is cursory⁠—          
  a budding headdress only          
⁠for those that cannot observe          
  beyond outward beauty;          
who swallow, eventually        
summer’s flippancy;        
         
but, Earth is eternally employed⁠—        
a mother whose cord cannot be severed;          
  suckles you deeper within layers          
  of crusted shale to root forever;          
         
obscured bones of treasure⁠—        
  dust and ash reflecting yourself;        
the prodigal child          
  having survived the world        
  returning home after all          
~
Written by Ahavati
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Wh1skeySwagger
Wh1skeySwagger
Swagger
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Beneath My Skin

Nestled inside my calloused mind
Is a fragile heart that’s quite benign;
Beneath these layers of thickened skin,
My heart is breaking, deep within

I hide behind this tough complexion
As a subtle means of misdirection,
From the fear that I hold deep within,
That I will lose you once again

But this impenetrable wall that I have built,
To shelter me from all the guilt,
To keep my fragile heart at bay,
And help to stave the pain away

Comes crashing down before my eyes
To reveal the truth that underlies…
My fear of failing once again,
My fear of losing you again
Written by NewBeginnings
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summultima
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uma
Dangerous Mind
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Sky_dancer
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The Empath Speaks

I saw you in line,
uncomfortably stuck
between  
the harried mom  
snapping commands
at her wild brood
and
the businessman  
in the expensive suit,
shifting from one  
Italian loafer to the other,
impatience his resting place;  
your insecurity screeches at me  
loudly in its lack of words ~
please release me;
bright red-orange flames
fill your aura
and I can feel you  
burning  
 
the pain of existing  
etched into your face,  
your identity borrowed
from faded purple hair  
with glittery silver roots,
and the black kohl, smudging
eyes gone soft with wisdom;
your slumped, uneasy stance  
belies what you believe ~
you’re too old for dress-up,
if the sample of humans  
in this space of waiting
has anything to say about it
and trust me, love
I know how much  
they all do  
 
you turn your back to me,
shifting, shuffling ~
head pushed down  
with the weight
of your hurt,
and I absorb your longing  
to get away from here;
to be anywhere  
except where all these
shallow judgments  
will follow;
I see your coat,  
cobalt canvas with brass trim,
heavy and warm
with industrial-sized buttons;
my eyes caress  
the ouija board  
beaded into its skin;  
I can’t help but take in  
the exquisite quality
of this garment
you wear with such
unworthiness,
and that voice that  
speaks so often to me,
interrupting my ignorance  
and the bliss I bask in,  
spilling your truth
with surety into my ear,
you created this beauty
and I know now
in this
random moment,
tucked out of sight  
into the mundane,
what you need from me
 
climbing over my own awkward,
my own unworthiness  
matching your silent screams ~
I make my way to you,  
pushing past
Mr. Self Important
ignoring his huffed, sharp breath;
to whisper in low tones  
away from prying tire-kickers
and the you-need-to-grow-up
crowd of sheep;
and I tell you what I know ~
you are art,
you’ve struggled to break free
from the confines  
of your too-oft kicked spirit,
your damaged demeanor
is hiding a master of needle  
and thread knotted,
and your weary soul
need only to lay it’s head
on the pillow
of your perfection  
as is
to find rest
 
my words come
from somewhere else
and I give them
to you quietly  
but firmly,
watching those flames  
flush from fire to ice,
radiating outward,
from a core of embers
that just need a little stoking,
until they burst into stars
all around you;  
I know I’ve done the thing  
I’m here to do,
as much as I never wanted
to be the one do it;  
the smile
that transforms
your face into pure sunlight,
so bright it steals my breath;
your unsheltered gift to me,
maybe I’ll be the only one
to see it today,
but something tells me  
I’m wrong about that;
and I feel my own  
transformation  
follow
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