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Poem of the Month April 2021

LunaGreyhawk
LunaGreyhawk
Fire of Insight
United States
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Poetry Contest

It's time for our
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!

Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.

Spoken Word of the Month Comp is here:

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11883/

New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here:

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11881/

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 THREE poems from THREE different DU members.

3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.

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 winning will be automatically disqualified.

6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.

7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.

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

Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:

2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - Being voted on
March - X

2020
January-  NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB  
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati

2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN

2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October  - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER

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

2016
November  - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI

Ahavati
Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
United States
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light whisperer

I invented the sun
following  
slithering trail
  
I am each singular story  
a teething mouth  
carving its healing  
   
in true intentions  
I am finally over you  
winter tissues moist  
falling back    
   
into the springing lap  
seven summer months to come  
exposing the soles of my feet  
   
dancing a feathered serpent  
turning each given grain  
forming protective shields  
   
walking tip toed echo  
colliding points  
crumbling time  
   
from sand collides  
waiting, beginning  
   
deepening infinite  
arrowed red seeing  
carmine cobweb threads  
   
hear  
this epitaph  
evening  
   
look up  
lamenting nightingales  
are painting prosaic strength  
   
 
Written by RiAN
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Thank you for accepting the torch for this awesome competition, Luna!


RiAN
RiAN
Fire of Insight
Norway
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light whisperer

I invented the sun
following  
slithering trail
  
I am each singular story  
a teething mouth  
carving its healing  
   
in true intentions  
I am finally over you  
winter tissues moist  
falling back    
   
into the springing lap  
seven summer months to come  
exposing the soles of my feet  
   
dancing a feathered serpent  
turning each given grain  
forming protective shields  
   
walking tip toed echo  
colliding points  
crumbling time  
   
from sand collides  
waiting, beginning  
   
deepening infinite  
arrowed red seeing  
carmine cobweb threads  
   
hear  
this epitaph  
evening  
   
look up  
lamenting nightingales  
are painting prosaic strength  
   
 
Written by RiAN
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Ahavati said:Thank you for accepting the torch for this awesome competition, Luna!



thank you so much, honored about the nomination

badmalthus
badmalthus
Harry Rout
Dangerous Mind
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Opportunities Knocked

I saw god in the face of an addict
something honest almost pure
in the sweating rattle
of his vulnerability
as his purged body shook
for another taste of golden brown

I met Einstein in a jail cell
making out of it
all he could
taking every opportunity
however limited
to build a ladder
out of hell

Still we slip between the lines
near where poverty meets crime
still we slip behind the times
with our economic shackle
and fabricated fines

Still we suffer for corporate crimes
appeased by bull shit, beer and little white lines
just pay the fine
wear their electronic shackle
at the threat of doing time

The Virgin Mary lives in a bedsit across the road
birthed our saviour from the station toilets
pale frail
fourteen and all alone

Picasso paints masterpieces from the garage
with a homemade tattoo gun
never having held a brush

while the solo voice of a fallen angel
singing out for nothing more than intoxicated fun
breaks the deafening grey silence
of this twilight urban hush

I’ve seen the greatest act of kindness
in a deed that no one ever knew was done
and courage from a beggar
where no ‘better’ man did rush

Still we slip between the lines
between the system’s binds
still we slip behind the times
looking for another kind

Still we slip behind the times
who knows how many minds
slip between the lines
this
the greater crime

but some day soon it will all be fine...
Written by monkeyman
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Phantom2426
Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States
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a dazzling surrender of redemptive light.

     
          
           
The last time,        
i thought        
i wouldn't notice much          
that the air you breathed            
was tempered with        
 distinct          
surrender            
           
.. and a dazzling            
brightness dimmed,          
i muse,          
as a honoring            
or a bit          
of darkened          
foreshadowing            
           
My reticence—          
(a reserve          
of much too polite)          
forgetting to say          
         
what I knew          
I should have
         
           
but didn't.      
           
This time,          
though            
my redemption          
is now tempered          
in that          
remembered          
surrender            
           
again,          
aching            
with your            
loss,            
more sweet          
than            
bitter            
           
           
as now—          
           
           
           
           
you know.          
         
Written by Bluevelvete
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Phantom2426
Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
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STANDING ON MY HEAD WHILE THE WORLD GOES BY

 

a presidential
election

a new pandemic

a different face
working behind
the counter at
my favorite coffee
shop

it must be the end
of the world

snake in the
grass

rolling snake
eyes

snake charmer
calls the tune

feels like snakes
under my skin,
but I haven't done
drugs in decades

forgetting the lessons
of the past,
you're either for us or
against us

the middle ground
is a sink
hole

the world ends with
an unasked
question

not because the
question was
unimportant

but because God
knew we were
deaf

fate is a comely
woman dressed
in a red leather
teddy with a whip
in her hand

and I witness it
all--

standing on my
head while the
world goes by
Written by buddhakitty
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buddhakitty
buddhakitty
Tyrant of Words
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Dear Phantom.  Thank you so much for the nomination.


hugs,
buddhakitty

Phantom2426
Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States
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velvet blue

blue skies
whisper,
ancient pages
consumed
with
your thoughts,
like climbing
blue waves
edged with
sunlight,
refreshed now
calling
to me,
i can find
all
the freedom
as i
race
to you
on the wind.

Written by BeginningPoet (James B.P.)
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Ljdynamic
Ljdynamic
Fire of Insight
United States
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lost

here i am
lost
drowning
in the depths
of
my own fears
alone
and lonely
my soul drifts
my eyes
blind
to any
absolution
waiting
just
out of reach
just like
there is
no one
to hold me
when i slip
Written by BeginningPoet (James B.P.)
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Ahavati
Ahavati
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United States
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If it Weren't For God

Well if it weren't for God
I'd still be in love..

and I'd still be a child
sweet as the rain,
bold and unafraid-

If it weren't for God

I would be alive
not a sin, nor a vice
just and freed, a Wild Heart,
the dance on summer's light

And if it weren't for God

My old friends would be here
my family would love me
the lovers of my youth would hold me
and we would live without fear

but it's because of God
that the lovers of my past
shook their heads
my father raged and he prayed
that his daughter would obey,
that she wouldn't go astray

But I am a Wild Heart
strike me down with your hate
beat me and bruise me
hurt me and use me
bury me in welts
when you shake your cane
bow your head
and give false praise

for it's because of God

that all my sisters die
that my mother heaved
and then cried
when her mother spat
and then said,
"I wish you weren't mine"

It's because of God

That my soul still bleeds
and I would sooner burn
than see church doors...

Oh I wish it would all just burn
because when you sigh, I yearn
to wipe God's memory...

Take your face in my hands
help you see, help you unlearn
the faults that were never yours

The battles of our youth
may be over
but our minds...

They're still at war





























Written by fieryangelsouljia (M6rr6g6n)
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