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POEM OF THE MONTH ~ FEBRUARY 2020

Layla
Layla
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Poetry Contest

Nominate an Amazing Poem to Represent DU across social media!
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/11247/

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/11243/

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

Ahavati
Ahavati
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Opus

I have aspirations to become a writer,
But first I have to compose a lot of prose,
Honing in on the craft making it tighter,
And the light will appear on the path I chose.

Though my poetic works may make not reach millions,
I’m OK if it only reaches one soul,
I may not possess the intellectual brilliance,
As long as the words live long enough to be told.

I crunch numbers by day and write by night,
Seeking the meaning of life piece by piece,
It’s like finding answers when the rite feels right
Through self-reflection I feel at ease with peace.

Still I strive to write the poem that says it all,
I look for the words with purpose and focus,
Driven with inspiration I heed the call,
So that one day I’ll write my magnum opus.
Written by wallyroo92
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Ahavati
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No Beliefs, No Benefits

Monsters still exist because  
Of some sort of ancient  
Deceit  

Ignorance is the best  
comedy  

God forgives, secularists  
don’t  
 
“you’ll have the craziest night of  
your life with a big,  
fat, ugly pig. I highly  
recommend it.”
 
 
Politics depends on  
Rubes  
 
“Everything is illegal in  
Massachusetts.”
 
 
He dies at the end from  
Radiation poisoning and  
Joins his daughter in  
Hell  
 
Imagine these fingers doing  
Anything else  
 
I got a bead on the  
Last thought you  
Had  
 
You don’t want more,  
You want less  

 
I’ve seen what it means to  
Sustain this terrible  
Monster  
 
And I won’t have any  
Part of it, I  
Won’t  
 
 
 
Written by Taurek
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JohnnyBlaze
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Tunnelling

If it meant anything
I’d remember this room

these bones
and their grave
of aftermaths

how she’d carve her scars
into a knotted bed frame
proclaiming herself chiseled
somewhere between draft
and work of art.

I’d remember your etchings
with every barefoot silence
creeping through flame

for it’s all ash now
and I am an old brush
smearing your kiss
across my cheek

branding your lips
my most hellish war

because in the end
we are all bare before
our slaughterhouses

promising to feel
our highs before we die
in one final letter
to oblivion

and you
my epileptic bride,
shivering a fit of pity
fold before me

halfway
between halos
and the flicker
of white light.
Written by 24601 (John Brady)
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Tallen
Tallen
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ruction

in her ire
earth spat fire
whose picture was more perfect
than a thousand words
i was more curious
about the furious
swelling of her bosom
injurious
spuriousness
her exhibitionism
unique phantasm
creating chasms
of spasm
with deadly enthusiasm
her hills belching
red hot acid vomit
her mountains drooled
lethargic lava
slowly cooled
like stubborn phlegm
on their sloping cheeks
crusting over
the fragile hem
of my cassava
plantation
of my cassava
the fragile hem
crusting over
on their sloping cheeks
like stubborn phlegm
slowly cooled
lethargic lava
her mountains drooled
red hot acid vomit
her hills belching
with deadly enthusiasm
of spasm
creating chasms
unique phantasm
her exhibitionism
spuriousness
injurious
swelling of her bosom
about the furious
i was more curious
than a thousand words
whose picture was more perfect
earth spat fire
in her ire

© Copyright 2020 January 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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socksscareme
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Socks
Thought Provoker
Ireland
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The Light Triad - tale of three women

Love had a baby
with Empathy
and her name was Faith

Courage was set to be wed
to Grit's daughter, Determination
but the dreamer instead

had a love child with Faith
Hope, a bastard child
hated by the town of industry...

The village came out
with pitchforks

Tying her up with
Her young daughter

set her ablaze
for the sin of
romantic notions

Grandmother Love
was a gift of pure magic
so she spoke to
the ashes

Faith again became
an irresistible woman

but Hope
a bird
who flew away
spirit of purest flame...

She returns at will
to roost in minds and
hearts to this day
still often
vanishing in grey

And Faith herself can seem
quite the corpse
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socksscareme
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Socks
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Symphony

Choral symphonies
Sweetly sang
Freeing
Feathered cellos

Rainbow dashes
Of fast
and furious
Flying brass and
Wind sections

Gathering in
Aerobatic
Daring display
Tuned and
Together

Earth's
Atmospheric
Avian show
Written by Vamps
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EdibleWords
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As if it already is—

If your fate is to drown, you can choke  
on a teaspoon of water ~ Jewish Proverb
     
     
Conversely, if your fate is to succeed      
slipping in dog shit at the right moment      
can lead to victory      
     
The Cosmos is mercurial—      
beautiful, but mischievous;      
honest only over the long-term—      
in short, seems a procurer        
manhandling a whore      
     
It never forgets to balance—      
creates infinite ways to resurrect      
a traveler with a karmic surplus;      
or, bury a reprobate accruing debt      
     
The Law of Attraction, at its heart        
is not about a means to an end;      
but, living as if it already is      
     
Focusing on process creates distress      
disappointment, and loss—      
allowing the Cosmos to work      
aligns us with each other      
 
War? Impeachment?      
Politics? Brexit?
 
     
These are merely means—  
not ends. Get up;      
dust yourself off—      
breathe and believe      
~
Written by Ahavati
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summultima
summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India
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in the sheep skin, in the milk and in the theft.

my ankle was a thing in their eye, that turned                              
so I made the bed, wrote the note,                            
scripted the edges thirst                                  
                                  
onto sheets  of  flower-parlour'd mayonnaise,  up unto it's collar, the lips of it.                        
                       
   like I knew that my family had landscaped a magnificent garden                      
and unabashedly presented in vases their  soiled underwear;                    
from their polarity buds of effervescent  champagn-ic flue                                  
to the flourish of rose black-spot      
... to their piles of 'green' paperbacks.                                  
                                 
wondering always  if those nothings, could’ve, would’ve, should’ve ’been sparrow-startled into pardons.          
what blood-let  should have been spilled.                    
If only they could  have  weighed on the balance                            
the worth of butter against the margarine. with the devil in judge,    in harness                  
                 
despite his advances                                          
his assaults no more formulaic                                           
as hollow'd out blue-hawk,
as hollow'd out blue-hawk feasting on callow blue carrion.                                  
                                 
….that this song repeats.                                  
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summultima
summultima
uma
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India
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The Last Day Of Blue

Under buckskin skies
Twilight hunts colour
Arrowed > into
Nightshade quiver.
The deer seeks shelter
Edged on blued nunatak
Fearful of falling into another’s story.

Intensely sense the flow of
Broken bracken in brooks, eye blue
Snares the sinew of
Land in cerulean radial.
Grunt of gypsy rain
Thunder lion at the world pane
Electric mane and (rain)paw
Trawling the swamp sky
Dragging chairs over ceilings.
A twinned reliquary.

The deer shivers,
Thou cradles warmth of vision
To birth a memory breeched
Betwixt a library of yesterdays, and
Horizon’ed full-stops.

Blood-bow arcs from hoof to breast
The beast walks into a picture
Expecting to be homed over fireplace
Beside digitalis-ed families
& sub-urbanised sad clowns,

But -
Wooden frame buckles
Under weight of splattered paint;
Leaving artist’s crippled hands
Stigmata stained…..blue……

As if ocean wasn’t enough,
In sun sprayed glade
The survivalists memory wash
Inking thru’ silvered streams.
Those who tasted unrelenting rain
Flounder under mere drizzle.

Frome the other side of the river
There is a muting echo of truth & feeling,
A deceptive quietness lingers as dew
Long after hungering heat has devoured
Remnants of morning flesh.

The one who calls himself Jesus
Collects wood from drifting dredges, to
Resurrect cross on Motorway edge,
Steals nails from a hardware store
Threads crown from catacomb webs -
Stand up for another f
                                     a
                                          l
                                           l
If                                  
Only so
Dreamers can still dream.


**Oceans of rose petals to Uma for creation of the visual xx
Written by Trouble_Loves_Me
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Layla
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mas·cu·lin·i·ty

mas·cu·lin·i·ty
Ahavati
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Layla
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   the    mi rr or i n  g      mask...





....
from
the   p (/b)leating  
                         p(/f)uckering


       t(h)  ig h  > ten <  in g


nationless  uni-ver sal   =1=
           b (f)akes

               c  r a\\ // c k s


 this
     veritably
maillard
         hard  
  in the
       b (f)rown in g
       as (s)
    

dr  y      
 rap~ lessly       ri pp ed
     |#|p   arch  i n g|#|
       lands


  cuts       @itself
over the   deep ly    mo a n ing  
         y earn s
      in  d rama tic     \i n n e r /
                     throbbing


  c  aroti d~ f emo ra l  
                      dam pen  ed
             froggy    vein s
 

as  the  
  im p u l s ive  kine tic
       pressurizing      t antric(k) s  
   pulls !! up


the muted buddha's
           )( mouth ][



the tight-zip p e d >><<
           pur s i n g
                      lips }{

in  no  compulsion
    of     ^^ v e r b s


feels  =  * g o d


   &  
of course   t oo    g oo d.        
befitt i n  g
     the       be num b e d
           s k u l l s
     of the   lull i n  g     n  oon


 ----------------------+-------------------------





eyes    
bl oo m    black  
        as    
     raw   magnetite  
 (wh) ores
            co mm ercial  
         milki n g    fullm oo ns


yet  
gotten     s(t) uck  
           in    

       over~ (their self) lappance
                                                     of their     n.o.w    
                             in    co inci d ence  -----------><--------------
                                                   the    e cc entrical    
                                              stardust i  n   g
                                                      g  r  a v  iiiiiii    t  a  s
      

still
the symbolical
               risen      fin ger s
     in fairy     gritty         pallor
            of  eternal     en core
                    gri pp i n  g
                            holds


that  in  
 en~fielded          ploughi  n   g  
          swathe
       in   the        ::body::   of    
                 s mok y  
                   ashen          bl oo ms
           of    foggy    mi rr o ring
   morning's


           paining   dewpanes...
                           in  markedly  dense
              indelible   palmistry  
                        fate___/--------\____lines
              &  some            
                         fault *XX* lines     t oo~
 

 -their      
         long i n  g    
                         transversal------>  s
                                             -------> s    
                               starstruck
                                                 by  
                                           bold & loud  
                                  spading in

                                      ||
                                      .. ..
                                      ||
                                      V V
                              long  ii tudes
 


and,    you see
  the deep
           inset fullen i n g  eyeblacks
     are  f r o z e n
                   in    magni fi ca tions

______________#_______________






is it the eyes
    or the mirror
or the eyes of mirror
  or mirror of the eyes



that's    
fi ring    in  
                  infinite~
                               multi~*~* plying  
                       full  thro tt le    
               tri  gg  er   (>>%%<< )
  


of
what's underneath
        the
        b asking   ??  mask
                         until ~>      unle ss <
                  un# masked


or
forever        an
               unbeknownst
                        spectatorial
             metaphorical
                            tri  gg  er
                    #XX#



                       un~bursting
                     their  
               kerosene~scuppering    
                        dragon   red     lanterns
                                  l  anguish i n   g  

                                               i
                                             n    
                                           t
                                         o
                                       o
                                     .
                                   .
                           an      unsaid        deadend
                                     a  clini~c a llllll        
                           ster  ~ii~ lity
                                         vac uu mmm
 



                                  (what~ev          errrrrrrrr.........)
                                                    

                                                    //\\  //\\  
                                                         //\\

                                        om. om. om. om



        


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Vamps
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Love Letter

Will you be remembered in the blazing stars  
Your face reflecting all that you are      
Or will your name come in quiet whispers      
A brush on the lips of the sick and twisted        
All of the things you'd do and say      
A mind of madness and disarray      
Will you fade from memory      
Forgotten and lost to all that you've seen      
      
Come home to me        
I know the puzzle of your heart      
Come home to me        
Don't let the world tear you apart
       
Will I find you at places we used to meet        
Stumbling around in these electric streets        
A string in the maze of the underground
Wanting to be heard but never to be found        
The troubling glint of your eyes        
The desperation in all your sighs        
Are you weary are you tired        
Of mucking around in the mire        
       
Come home to me        
I know the puzzle of your heart      
Come home to me        
Don't let the world tear you apart   
       
Put together all the bridges you have burned        
The walls are screaming for your return        
There's no more shame there's no more sorrow      
Just a yearning for one more tomorrow        
The dark clouds gather up above        
The rain's washed away all your love        
Oh how you'd dance so full of soul        
Your bones now rattle in a six foot hole      
       
Come home to me        
I know the puzzle of your heart      
Come home to me        
Don't let the world tear you apart    
       
Come home to me        
I know the puzzle of your heart      
Come home to me        
Don't let love tear us apart
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Gahddess_Worship
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Neigeux

The wee hour of four  
has found me      
again      
despite this newest elevation        
       
Curled snug in my chair      
fully aware      
of the poetic drifts      
swirled and all surrounding      
       
Bold winds whip      
as cubic flakes flit      
frosting the tableau        
unfolding far below      
       
Not a skier on the slope      
giving me such hope      
as my mind meanders      
betwixt blue-white and moonlit shadow      
       
Is this truly where      
I left my self      
so very long ago
   
when spirit shed corporeal coil      
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
 
Written by LilDragonFly
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Layla
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These are all fantastic, but I'm sure there are few more hidden gems somewhere.

There's less than 24hrs to go, Let's find few more that deserve recognition.

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