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Where do you bloom?

ThePoetcastProject
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem about yourself / your poetry

The June show (episode 13) is coming up folks, and we would like to again offer up the hallowed end spot of the show to feature your poetry on the podcast. The podcast goes out on multiple platforms including Spotify and Apple Podcasts, so it’s great exposure.


If you've not heard the podcast yet you can listen to past episodes here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/podcasts/


June is blooming season, flowers are growing and trees are showing off their green leaves, so we are asking you to write a poem about who you truly are and what does your poetry say about you? maybe you are blooming as a person or your poetry has taken another direction? we would certainly love to know if it has, you can approach the poem anyway you wish, just show us your true roots we don't bite at all.  

Obviously we would really love if you would be able to read and record the poem yourself for us, but please do not feel pressured. We (or a member of the reading team currently being formed) will be able to read the poem out for you if you don't want too. We understand.

Need help with creating a video? Head on over to The Loud-Speaker poetry group for help and advice on your audio / video submissions: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/groups/loud-speaker-poetry/discussion/


Rules

*You have three weeks
* New poems only
* Audio / video / songs accepted
* Up to 2 entries per sunflower
* No extreme content / extreme erotica / a little swearing is fine.
* Winner agrees to have their poem read on The Poetcast Project June podcast.
* No word count, just don't go mad
* Any questions, please feel free to ask.

Good luck!

-TPP

calamitygin
calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
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Bloom

It comes to me this season  
An urge to blow the bloom  
into
This day
And watch it float on the wind  
 
In this light  
It would be  
An awesome spectacle  
Like an apparition  
Of phantasmic spiral  
Twirling into its seek  
The darkness a great ride for it  
And platform to coast it's colors  
 
Though they fade  
They would surely fade  
And be nothing  
 
I had felt this  
And done it  
And would not do it again  
 
I cannot blow along  
Familiar winds  
 
But new currents have come along  
And hooked the corners of my smile  
urging itself  
To spread wide against the O  
And my uncalm  
Inhaled  
At odds with with the corners of  
What I am  
Used to  
 
I breathe through it  
And the lovely  
Ease and it's scent exists easier  
Inside me  
Daily  
 
When pigments of new petals  
Turn blue  
I dip and streak it  
Into indigo slant  
across page  
Delivering my self free of the shade  
But not the rise of it  
To the sun  
 
not the totalling of it to my whole  
And it would be if ...  
 
But I don't  
I am much too eager  
To let it lie and rest a little  
To meet myself I've cast into  
the role played convincingly  
 
My own shadow  
And see her grow out of it  
 
 
 
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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MadameLavender
MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
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The Space Between Rails

(Written for Poetcast Project's "Where Do You Bloom?" comp)
 
 
 
I come from dust, and
locomotive steam, belching
from smokestacks.
 
I am roots
that take hold in sands
between rails, and
ties, rising  
up in displays of violet blooms
that sway as trains run by
over—
and over.

(They can’t destroy me…)

 
I stand still
in these worlds alongside
humanity—
parallel places where Victorians  
once dripped their wealth, leaving
remnants of their lace
for me to draw down upon myself.
 
I need to preserve it all—
myself
my words
their whispers….
Written by MadameLavender
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Angeliki
Angeliki
Fire of Insight
Australia
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Holding On

Holding On
Angeliki
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slipalong
slipalong
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
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Honeysuckle

In the hedgerow bursting forth
cimbing on a slender stalk
chance upon me as I walk
fullsome crown atop the thicket poked

Winding through the spring and summer still
the company of birds that trill
heavy to the nostril comes that fill
 that wild song, the air so laden soaked

With tender words a spray of mist
come ruby cloud where I would sit
and none usurp its upward twist
the sense of romance so provoked

The arbour where I twine in love
on the air like wing'd doves
atomise mistletoe and Christmas clove
trumpet heady airs and love invoke

Hum with insects industry
for nectar nature gives for free
bind my spirit lend me that esprit
the sweet honeysuckle all sense become awoke

Temper find each clustered head
wild perfume within just common hedge
vine my heart deems so perfect
incense god made to be bespoke

Clinging tight to "whatever"
make it to the top with much endeavor
bring to each a little measure
a pleasured life before I croak
Written by slipalong
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Thetravelingfairy
Thetravelingfairy
Fire of Insight
United States
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Before the Summer Takes me

Written stories on petals
Ink on my stem
These words are what fuel my floral essence
Blooming, to the sound of my own mind
And growing amongst others

Winds may sway my little body aside
Fraying those bits they see
Life isn’t always milk and honey
And it shows
On my tattered green

Picking myself up from the soil
Dusting those faults to the sun above
I live fearing another wave of heat
Undermining a successful spring

So I tell myself
“Plant your seeds
Before the summer takes you.”
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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BenJohnson
BenJohnson
Darth Brooks
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United States
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Quarter

(Written for Poetcast Project's "Where Do You Bloom?" comp)
 
My bed is made without a wrinkle
I like showing it off to my dad  
He throws a quarter into  
the center to inspect my work.  
 
All of the toys are off the floor  
free of dust because  
I am finally big enough to use a vacuum  
Not far from the floor are my shoelaces  
Tied and tucked in to the right.  
 
He smiles down at me as the  
quarter bounces three  
no, four! times before  
settling down to rest  
in a sea of blue polyester  
 
He pats me on the head  
and I smile like I had  
just won a ten stage  
talent contest with myself  
He grabs the quarter  
and leaves without saying a  
word, I beam with pride
 
Two years later I pull my  
mother into my room  
in order to present  
my masterpiece
 
She pulls the quarter that  
I ask every morning if  
she has kept  
from her pocket and  
she tosses it into the air  
a yawn escapes her  
 
It lands near the corner  
of the bed as I notice  
a place I could have  
pulled a little tighter  
 
I cringe to myself as it  
bounces once and takes  
its leave on the sheets.  
I look down and I notice  
the tail of a plastic dinosaur poking out  
I realise that I had left  
the glass from last night’s  
water on the dresser  
 
She doesn’t seem to notice,  
she just tells me that I  
need to head out soon  
if I want to make the bus on time.  
 
She leaves my room and I follow  
grabbing the quarter  
placing it into my  
pocket for safe keeping.
 
Ten years later
I am making my bed  
while trying to get the  
sleep out of my eyes  
on Saturday morning
 
The puppy my roommate  
absolutely had to have leaps  
upon my bed in order to greet me  
 
She ducks and weaves as  
I reach for her collar in order  
to get her off  
 
She bumps into my dresser  
and it knocks over a  
beer bottle which lands  
on the floor next to a  
 
half open empty box  
of pizza that’s kept me  
fed for the last two nights  
 
I finally catch her and throw  
her into his room  
I head back to my own and  
shut the door behind me so  
I can finish my work  
in peace
 
After finishing my chore  
I turn to head out of my room  
Taking a quarter out  
of my pocket
I toss it behind me  
 
I shut my door without looking to see where it landed.
Written by BenJohnson (Darth Brooks)
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gifteth
gifteth
Alibo Terna Timothy
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CAST DICE

Say my prayers, roll the bones
Bruise feet dashing on stones
Holding faith, but it is running low
I love to wraith, but the pace is slow
Trying so hard to get a six. What a cast!
No piggyback and a little short on gas
Am strong, so i get the hardest fight
Knowing that joy will come at first-light.
Written by gifteth (Alibo Terna Timothy)
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wallyroo92
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In The Last Days of Spring

In the last days of spring I cling to the memory
  Of a reverie I vividly dreamed
In the days before summer begins
I sit in my balcony garden
Watching the trees sway in the breeze

And here
     Amid the plants and the flowers
I spend hours grilling, thinking, reading and writing
    Until my heart is content
I discover myself just a little more everyday
Amidst the blossoming buds in May

It’s in these days in this daze when I find inspiration
A mini vacation away from all the drudgery
I find appreciation
Where I get to relax in the garden of life
     In what my wife set up as a small escape
An oasis if you will
Where I can vent and create

The season is changing
The air is getting warmer
The hot summer days are approaching
But the blue skies of late spring
     Bring a nostalgic thought
Leaving me aching for words to spill

And though it may be small
     It’s a big place for me
I bloom among the flowers in my balcony
Composing with optimism
     That the world will get better
As long as we work toward it and believe
So I sit in the garden
     Writing
          With determination and hope
In these last days of Spring
Written by wallyroo92
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poetOftragedy
poetOftragedy
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South Africa
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I'm who I'm

I'm not defined by my birth right.
I'm not defined by my parents.
I'm not defined by my color.
I'm not defined by my race.
I'm not defined by my sex, age, weight nor my height.
I'm defined by my choices.
I choose my thoughts.
I choose my own religion.
I choose my vogue, my trend.
I choose to be loyal to my dreams.
I choose those I call my friends.
I choose my path to my own destiny
And yes.
I have made choices I've come to regret.
And made some that make me happy.
And I have made some that make me wanna hide my head in shame.
And I have also made some choices that makes me feel alive.
Maybe the choices I've made don't appeal to you.
Maybe these choices makes you hate me.
And maybe they're what makes you love me.
And sometimes this choices are all I have.
And sometimes this choices are all I need.
I'm who I'm.
Because of the choices I've made.
So cast your stones and cast your judgments.
You don't make me who I'm….
Written by poetOftragedy
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_boybrains
_boybrains
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Some impressive entries
have been entered so far 😎

I look forward to reading more
keep them coming folks! 🖊 📚

DanielChristensen
DanielChristensen
The Fire Elemental
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_boybrains said:Some impressive entries
have been entered so far 😎

I look forward to reading more
keep them coming folks! 🖊 📚


Seconded mightily as I soar through the sky in the wake of Mjolnir!

Okay I'm actually wearing jean shorts before I get proper dressed in suit and tie to go shopping anon, but I am riding the lightning in spirit!

Thank you everyone for these awesome entries and I can't wait to see who comes out as king of the poetry gods! (In this particular instance. No pressure.)

eswaller
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Where I Bloom From

I bloom from all the cracks in the sidewalk  
And where people step all over me, but do  
Not take the time to admire the little things.  

I bloom from the imperfections people balk  
At and are too scared to see. I bloom into  
Words flowers are jealous of. One springs  

And blooms from all the light, but I bloom  
From the darkness too. I bloom from the ash  
As it led me to have new skin, hope, and life.  
 
I bloom from a sacred and protective womb.  
I bloom from the choices that left me to crash  
And burn, but allowed me to learn in strife.  
 
I bloom from the words, torn and tattered,  
But yet it is poetry that becomes my savior  
When I still would have been too broken or  
 
Hurt to move on. I bloom from the splattered  
Messes. I bloom from my success and failure.
Lastly, I bloom from everything people ignore.
Written by eswaller
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Phantom2426
Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
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Bloom Doom

Grew up the youngest
of three blooming brothers
Spreading my petals
everywhere I went
but trouble kept
getting my petals
stuck because of my
Oldest brother's problems
But now my petals are
holding because of
this frenzy shit the
goverments/spooks created
I am tired of this and me
being my Oldest Brother's Keeper
So plesse let my petals go do
Their blooming
Written by Phantom2426 (Francisco J Vera)
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PoetsRevenge
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Bloom, You Must

'My sole employment is, and scrupulous care,  
 To place my gains beyond the reach of tides,'  

                - Henry David Thoreau  
 
 
I am rooted in such grief  
as fate's sour stream e'er runs beneath  
to carry all the world's runoff,  
flowing wide beyond belief.  
 
In ev'ry man resides this place  
wherein his mind has fallen from grace;  
the hand that brought him far away  
is too the same as new found foray.  
 
Oh, stems that bore such heads of gold  
to rise above the ways of old,  
e'er forth to bloom you must,  
would every bee betray that trust.  
 
'Tis the root of everything  
that comes to light in what sorrow brings;  
perhaps it lands so far away  
blown as seeds to sovereign ways.  
 
And there, shall every answer be  
blooming amongst both rock and tree  
and I, denouncing conformity  
shall bloom alone,  
my mind e'er free.  
 
     .....
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