Poetry competition CLOSED 13th August 2020 3:05am
WINNER
da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
RUNNER-UP:
wallyroo92
Are You A Word Killer : "Other Wordly Spillers"
Poetry Contest Description
Give Me Your Other Wordlyness In Word
Three Weeks :
In the Code I know and teach 21 equals *I Am*
So Who Are You ?
And *what* do you *know* about any Otherworld ?
Lay it down , or get out...rhymin' in timing , gets points...
You in ?
Get down to it
( intuit )
In the Code I know and teach 21 equals *I Am*
So Who Are You ?
And *what* do you *know* about any Otherworld ?
Lay it down , or get out...rhymin' in timing , gets points...
You in ?
Get down to it
( intuit )
Bars To Reach The Stars
Trying to go hard with these bars and leave scars on your mental
Putting my heart in every part until I start getting sentimental
Psychologically imparting philosophy into poetry habitually
Writing and speaking into reality how I'm feeling spiritually
Esoterically many are understanding my other worldly views
Broadcasting telepathically six degrees of separating news
For those who choose to peruse to consume who I am
Not to be confused with spoof coming through as spam
Cover your cams cause eyes keep spies on both you and I
Add T-Y globally, universally and galactically beyond the sky
So we can fly higher than the drones causing broken homes
Finding our own planet to inhabit then cover it with a dome
Entering it with intuit that we need it to get some peace
Some Sun like blackjack 21 so the division will cease
This is me facing the east praying and trying to compete
It may not be other worldly so now I'm going to take a seat
PEACE
Putting my heart in every part until I start getting sentimental
Psychologically imparting philosophy into poetry habitually
Writing and speaking into reality how I'm feeling spiritually
Esoterically many are understanding my other worldly views
Broadcasting telepathically six degrees of separating news
For those who choose to peruse to consume who I am
Not to be confused with spoof coming through as spam
Cover your cams cause eyes keep spies on both you and I
Add T-Y globally, universally and galactically beyond the sky
So we can fly higher than the drones causing broken homes
Finding our own planet to inhabit then cover it with a dome
Entering it with intuit that we need it to get some peace
Some Sun like blackjack 21 so the division will cease
This is me facing the east praying and trying to compete
It may not be other worldly so now I'm going to take a seat
PEACE
Written by da_poetic-edifier
(Damon)
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Thank you both , Damon and Missy !
Both excellent , yet how different in style and paradigm...
I can already tell this is going to be an interesting comp...;)
Who is next ?
What can you offer as your style and phrase ?
Both excellent , yet how different in style and paradigm...
I can already tell this is going to be an interesting comp...;)
Who is next ?
What can you offer as your style and phrase ?
Star Talk
When I am thrown back to
Shades of dying
Through walking breathe Universe
In search of resurrection
To lighten the tongue softly
With Star talk
Offering scores of Gods
The ability
To shine their ego
In a constant crown
Of constellation
With extravagant names
Of ancient Kings
Fierce hunters brandishing weapons pulled and ready to pierce
And women with the intuitive smoke
Of oracles
When I am in this space
Of mist and vague illusion
And the ambient effects
Of wine
Or others that might bend my sky enough
To see beyond it
And into others
I come before a Father
God with sheepish grin
And barely covered
His arm outstretched
And finger pointed before it
To pinpoints, brightnesses
Scattered carefully
And covering the great map of the infinite
And I would wander through
The rest of my days
Thinking on his smile
And wondering why it would look that way
Shades of dying
Through walking breathe Universe
In search of resurrection
To lighten the tongue softly
With Star talk
Offering scores of Gods
The ability
To shine their ego
In a constant crown
Of constellation
With extravagant names
Of ancient Kings
Fierce hunters brandishing weapons pulled and ready to pierce
And women with the intuitive smoke
Of oracles
When I am in this space
Of mist and vague illusion
And the ambient effects
Of wine
Or others that might bend my sky enough
To see beyond it
And into others
I come before a Father
God with sheepish grin
And barely covered
His arm outstretched
And finger pointed before it
To pinpoints, brightnesses
Scattered carefully
And covering the great map of the infinite
And I would wander through
The rest of my days
Thinking on his smile
And wondering why it would look that way
Written by Calamityofgin
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Anonymous
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Freaks Come Out at Night...
I hide in sleep then escape to other worlds
when no one is looking. In the ether I find
the strange, the weird and the bizarre.
What I learn from reactions is that I am the
one who is weird and bizarre. Other entities
have no bodies, they are spirits whose only
actions are thoughts. They travel in the astral
with the speed of light. The have no concept
of where just anywhere. Time doesn’t exist
in the OtherWorld, there’s just the infinity
of existence, the constant “is”.
I can’t escape the concept of time. Always
a beginning and an end. We fear death as
the end but up here there is no death,
only finality. Stars long extinguished still
light up what we call the sky. Infinity is
endless and not knowable to our minds
that know only the finite. I am out of
place in this OtherWorld. I am tethered
to what I know by what I know. I can’t
escape who I am. I am a reject.
Soon I will wake up to the mundane.
when no one is looking. In the ether I find
the strange, the weird and the bizarre.
What I learn from reactions is that I am the
one who is weird and bizarre. Other entities
have no bodies, they are spirits whose only
actions are thoughts. They travel in the astral
with the speed of light. The have no concept
of where just anywhere. Time doesn’t exist
in the OtherWorld, there’s just the infinity
of existence, the constant “is”.
I can’t escape the concept of time. Always
a beginning and an end. We fear death as
the end but up here there is no death,
only finality. Stars long extinguished still
light up what we call the sky. Infinity is
endless and not knowable to our minds
that know only the finite. I am out of
place in this OtherWorld. I am tethered
to what I know by what I know. I can’t
escape who I am. I am a reject.
Soon I will wake up to the mundane.
Written by anvinvil
(Anvillan)
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On my Logos - I Am a Big idea
Fractal geometry
Organized dissipative
microbiome
(digesting entropy
balancing progress
expelling decay)
There is a village
in me
faces you see
...popping up
like an 8 ball
you drew lots
on my heart
with your own
Aliens are natives
when the universe
is self-aware
Organized dissipative
microbiome
(digesting entropy
balancing progress
expelling decay)
There is a village
in me
faces you see
...popping up
like an 8 ball
you drew lots
on my heart
with your own
Aliens are natives
when the universe
is self-aware
Written by EdibleWords
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