Poetry competition CLOSED 30th May 2021 5:46pm
WINNER
slipalong
slipalong
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE!
Poetry Contest Description
Does anyone feel inclined to join me in a post-NaPo21 May challenge? Post 31 new poems in 31 days.
The rules are simple:
1. 50 words max per poem (no unique word count)
2. One new poem posted every day, from May 1 to May 31, any time of night or day within a 24-hour cycle (for instance, you could post one poem at 11:59 p.m. and another right after midnight)
3. No images
4. No porn or other adult content
5. One daily entry per human being (no multiple pseudonyms)
Only NaPo21 competitors (with or without strikes) are eligible.
NB Any poem created between 2021 April 30 and 2021 May 31 is eligible.
Everyone who completes the challenge wins a trophy.
1. 50 words max per poem (no unique word count)
2. One new poem posted every day, from May 1 to May 31, any time of night or day within a 24-hour cycle (for instance, you could post one poem at 11:59 p.m. and another right after midnight)
3. No images
4. No porn or other adult content
5. One daily entry per human being (no multiple pseudonyms)
Only NaPo21 competitors (with or without strikes) are eligible.
NB Any poem created between 2021 April 30 and 2021 May 31 is eligible.
Everyone who completes the challenge wins a trophy.
Stuck in neutral
1/31
The question raised, to foray forth
in my Ford Edsel of course
but the diesel spill upon the ridge
where was the grip
as you slide, and pump the brake
slow motion at the wheels of fate
headlights flashing main to dip
the way to start a month long trip?
The question raised, to foray forth
in my Ford Edsel of course
but the diesel spill upon the ridge
where was the grip
as you slide, and pump the brake
slow motion at the wheels of fate
headlights flashing main to dip
the way to start a month long trip?
Written by slipalong
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#1
palm tree
how your long arms sway
in the cooling breeze
dancing me away
with your winsome tease!
would that i could be
half as elegant
as a sweet palm tree
with a charming slant.
© Copyright 2021 April 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=33
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#2
bird
only a john-tu-whit, in May,
making a boisterous foray,
bent in his beaking-trap a worm
fighting for life with every squirm.
smoothing the grass, a hungry cat
yielding no wayward caveat;
artless pro-feline etiquette,
after the bird, like lightning jet.
cleaving the airwaves, worméd bird;
only cat’s meowing palely heard.
© Copyright 2021 April 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
Blossom (haiku) 5-7-5
2/31
Springs, pink scrubbed faces
pastels are chalked, like a blush
natures kiss so soft
Springs, pink scrubbed faces
pastels are chalked, like a blush
natures kiss so soft
Written by slipalong
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#3
the wind
you are the voice of many waters
and of birds
of willow trees and folded sheep and
grazing herds
wish i could sing your charming songs, too
soon the tears
my water music suite redacts with
liquid fears
carry my voice along tonight
and let me sing your chanson bright
© Copyright 2021 April 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
Wit at the drop of a craic (Oscar Wilde)
3/31
The velvet quote
that gave us hope
eloquence to hold
a lifeguard swimming through the cold
Plant a seed in barren soil
orchid's shoot with words the foil
seedlings germinating. the reply
the higher plane, signed off by Wilde
The velvet quote
that gave us hope
eloquence to hold
a lifeguard swimming through the cold
Plant a seed in barren soil
orchid's shoot with words the foil
seedlings germinating. the reply
the higher plane, signed off by Wilde
Written by slipalong
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#4
weeping willow
i heard the mournful weeping willow
from where i stood behind the hollow,
his melody chagrin imparting;
i knew the sorrows he was charting.
when i was foolish like the willow,
my dreams resided by my pillow;
but when i hurried to the sunshine,
my drinking glass had bitter-vine wine.
© Copyright 2021 April 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
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Staring into the flames
5/31
Gathering, to collect the kindling
and make its bed.
Accelerant anoints.
A cough, someone points
the extended match,
friends that have no inkling
the slim redhead, stroked, ignition came.
Who's fingers will be burned
Finger's of flame,
licking like a lions tongue,
a mange of hunger
teeth that saw
Gathering, to collect the kindling
and make its bed.
Accelerant anoints.
A cough, someone points
the extended match,
friends that have no inkling
the slim redhead, stroked, ignition came.
Who's fingers will be burned
Finger's of flame,
licking like a lions tongue,
a mange of hunger
teeth that saw
Written by slipalong
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#5
sheep
your flaxen cover
keeps the cold
from feasting on your skin
but at the altar
no one knows
the pain you bear within
a sumptuous feast on
tables bare
for temporal relief
a sacrifice for
every soul
you save from death’s dark grief
© Copyright 2021 May 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=43
Vintage wine
6/31
Stained red, the feet that tread the grape
Cellars where the casks are laid
Times mellow hand, and Cooper's oak
Refine what's raw, under its cloak
Provenance. signature to that estate
Nose, to sniff a fine bouquet
Lay my casket when I croak
Eulogy say, "he was a vintage bloke"
Stained red, the feet that tread the grape
Cellars where the casks are laid
Times mellow hand, and Cooper's oak
Refine what's raw, under its cloak
Provenance. signature to that estate
Nose, to sniff a fine bouquet
Lay my casket when I croak
Eulogy say, "he was a vintage bloke"
Written by slipalong
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#6
a rhymed, mirrored octet
summer
when
summer
entertains
with her bounteous
golden harvesttime
savour i the colours
of her fruited stem and vine.
resplendent flow’rs in verdant bloom
forth leaping from her post-spring womb.
shall my darling wholly mine
deck the gentle hollow
where i make my rhyme.
every precious
thrill remains
of her
ken.
© Copyright 2021 May 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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Barbed wire romance
7/31
Her points, a fence strung on belligerence
prize be mine if I insist
To hold romance at arms length
stretch of my emotions mixed
Red venom lips, rebuff each compliment
a spiral twist, a barb that rips
In tatters, with my being rent
with patched pride, I will persist
Her points, a fence strung on belligerence
prize be mine if I insist
To hold romance at arms length
stretch of my emotions mixed
Red venom lips, rebuff each compliment
a spiral twist, a barb that rips
In tatters, with my being rent
with patched pride, I will persist
Written by slipalong
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#7
a rhymed, mirrored octet
rain
drip
after
drop comes night’s
dominant rain,
pan music framing
the zinc cap of my roof.
severely inundated,
my canopy a boat afloat
alone at sea, lost and remote.
had i anticipated
a manner so aloof
would find me blaming
night for my pain,
i’d false lights
sooner
flip.
© Copyright 2021 May 02
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=49
