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Go Bukowski, itís yer (100th) birthday

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

Write a poem honouring Charles Bukowski on his 100th birthday

Today, on August 16th, 2020 Charles Bukowski would have been 100 years old.

For this comp I would like to honour his birthday and his life. Please write a poem honouring the poet, but more than that... how have his words effected you and your life? This isnít an imitation competition... Iím interested in how his work has impacted you. What have you learned from his work.

Perhaps you would like to take inspiration from a title of one of his poems, or a line or an image. Donít forget to credit this in your authorís note.

Please note there is a #CharlesBukowski theme that you can tag your poem with should you choose too.

Rules

* New entries only
* Up to 2 entries per human being
* any length just donít go mad
* audio / visual / video accepted
* Poem will be judged by myself

DaisyGrace
DaisyGrace
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Oh, Buke! I love him and all his piss and vinegar!

Youíve been rocking the competitions lately. I like it!

poet Anonymous

DaisyGrace said:Oh, Buke! I love him and all his piss and vinegar!

Youíve been rocking the competitions lately. I like it!


Just one more rocking quiver in my bow

Look forward to your entry!

anvinvil
anvinvil
Anvillan
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Song of the Soul...

 
Life is a journey, defined by time,
guided by fate but controlled by you.
The story in our minds eye is a fantasy.
That fantasy sees us as the hero,
meeting all challenges and
slaying many dragons.

But life isnít fantasy and fate isnít friendly.
Some dragons are bigger than others,
their breaths of fire burn the options and melt
the dreams you thought were certain, leaving you
with only uncertainty. The fire blinds you
to what you know and to any path of escape.

When all seems lost is when you hear
the song of the soul. It sings only when
it is threatened with destruction. Itís song
reminds us when all seems hopeless
we have a song with a message to
keep singing our own song. Eventually
the world will listen, your eyes will open
and the new and brighter world will appear.
Written by anvinvil (Anvillan)
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anvinvil
anvinvil
Anvillan
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Lonely River...

The flow of life is like a river, fast currents,
slow currents, shallow water, deep pools
rocks, logs and other impediments that
require changes in course. How do we
handle the flow?

When life moves fast we grab what we
can before it passes us by. Things are
not always what they seem with just a
quick look and get discarded. Things
discarded are collected down stream in a
vessel called Abandoned Dreams. This
vessel once full is dumped in the bin of
Expired Possibilities.

The life we live and the life we want differ.
Our expectations are often obstructed
by unexpected snags and obstacles in life.
We must meet and navigate the path around
and find our way. Companion souls shout to
help but they pass to fast. I am alone in this
river of life, floating, drifting, unattached.
Written by anvinvil (Anvillan)
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anvinvil
anvinvil
Anvillan
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Great contest M.
I like him and he reminds me of the French poet Charles Baudelaire from the mid 19th century who wrote about the seedy underbelly of Paris. Both seemed to prefer the dark side. 🤔

nomoth
nomoth
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a song on which Kafka choked

  a    
door collar † † †  
o my dug pup shame, a pet † † †  
you shuffle between the corduroy †
and †the cardboard † † †  
of your mousy brown hair, †  
   sea shells † † † †
boí chained and spliced † †
†† † †
to your necklace; a heavy †pence † † †  
worn like a five-fifty dusk, †
†† shaken, † † †  
jaded dark-berry weather †
†† † †  
let Jayne play the middle- weights, † † †  
let her †land-lady mark each banister scuff, † † †  
   just play and lift your nightie†sweet sunset, † † † †
a sweet known shade for my eyes.
Written by nomoth
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LilDragonFly
LilDragonFly
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LilDragonFly
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Buk Naked

"Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame" ~ Poetic Response   † †  
††† † † † †
Marinated in poetic sauce † † † † † † † †  
tawneyed by stubby cigarettes † † † † † † † †  
this feverish pecking † † † † † † † †  
never finding the right key † † † † † † † †  
always better stale † † † † † † † †  
like stiff cold pizza † † † † † † † †  
piss warm beer † † † † † † † †  
† † † † †
Burnt in the shower† † † † † † † †  
drowning in a fiery plume † † † † † † † †
† † † † † † †
Showing me in each line † † † † † †  
unrolling the fraying twine † † † † † †  
loosing me on up ...
with an extant urgency †
no longer afraid to spill † † † † † †  
† † † † † † †
the whole frigging bottle of ink † † † † † †  
Written by LilDragonFly
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Blackwolf
Blackwolf
I.M.Blackwolf
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Holy Rollin' Ass Holiness

Holy Holy Holy

Assholiness

Like Words Spit Out From Twisted Lips

Too Tempted Not To Speak

Yet Truth Is Between The Lines

Like In A Store Buying Peanut Butter

Just To Practice Reading Too Dense Poetry

And The Shit We Say Latrine Like

When We Think No One Is Listening

Lips Smacking Mind Cracking

Like A Two By Four Over A Head

When You Can't Think Straight

And You Need A Third Shot Before You Can Get Up

Just Always Remember

We May Defecate With Our Luscious Language

But No Matter What We Say

We Are Never Very Fart Apart
Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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badmalthus
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Taurek
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Calamityofgin
Calamityofgin
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The scent of Copperheads

Burning through
Archaic sentiment
.....But burning
And an appreciation  
An appropriate passion  
For what is not gold
But the tint of Calx  
rusted root
Or the rust of a tin can
Planted in soil  
For generations
And the dangerous space  
That leads the Copperhead  
Ahead of Chevron tiled slither
A scent of foreboding fortune mixed with feces and intent
But comes to some
The smell of cucumbers
To some plain foul  
As flared and frightened nostrils  
Take it in  
And exhale no art
Poetry  
Music
Stroke  
Of mimic  
The raw colors of the world
The value of salt  
As it adds to the human condition  
Or reflects  
Truly the grimy  
And honest  
Often fuck you  
Often Jesus Christ  
Cornerstone, of humanity
The weary and brutal  
Sidewalks  
Filled with pissed off seekers
Rattling keychains  
That hang from pockets
Spilling Velcro unicorns
In colorful plastic  
 
Burning through ..  
and these things around me  
Spill
A pilgrimage of sorts
To the Buk
And his awareness :
....Need to find art ...
To seek it in the allyís  
Or the eye of the convict
Where some might see  
Only concrete and grey
 
Written by Calamityofgin
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_boybrains
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poet Anonymous

Some magnificent entries so far! Glad youíre all honouring the old git

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