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Pride Month!

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem celebrating pride month

🦄 🏳️‍🌈ITíS ❤️P🧡R💛I💚D💙E💜 month, bitches! 🏳️‍🌈 🦄

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LGBTQIA+ community, we are celebrating you! This comp is brought to you by myself and DUís very own Tranpa, _Feral. It will be judged by us both.

🏳️‍🌈When is Pride?🏳️‍🌈

In most countries, June is the official Pride month, but some marches and celebrations are held in July and, occasionally, August.
Pride is not to be confused with LGBT+ history month, which is celebrated in October in many countries, but February in the UK - to coincide with celebrations of the abolition of section 28 in 2003.
Section 28 was a law that prohibited the "promotion of homosexuality" and hindered education about homosexuality in schools. It was introduced by Margaret Thatcher and her Conservative government in 1988 and repealed by Tony Blair's Labour in 2003 (after an earlier, unsuccessful attempt to do so in 2000).

🏳️‍🌈How did Pride begin?🏳️‍🌈

Pride is held in June to mark the anniversary of the Stonewall riots, a series of protests that occurred in New York city after police attempted to raid the Stonewall Inn, a popular gay bar, in the early hours of June 28, 1969.
The confrontation sparked a gay rights uprising that grew year on year - including in other American cities and abroad - with each passing anniversary.

The Stonewall Inn is now a designated US national monument, and New York city police issued an apology in June 2019 for its officers' actions back in 1969.
The movement also spawned the British charity Stonewall, which was founded in 1989 to lobby for equal rights for LGBT people and is now the biggest LGBTQ rights organisation in Europe.

🏳️‍🌈For this comp🏳️‍🌈

Write a poem celebrating and honouring all things pride. Anybody is welcome to contribute their experiences or their support.

🏳️‍🌈 Rules 🏳️‍🌈

* No hate, no douchebaggery. If you donít agree with Pride, kindly jog on. We will carry on being fabulous AF regardless.
* As many entries as you like
* Visual / audio / video accepted
* No pump ní dump erotica, please. Ainít nobody got time foí dat.
* One whole glorious rainbow filled month.

Ljdynamic
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Sincerely

Let us stop and let us ring true;
who do you believe you are inside?
Denied who you were born to be?
See, there is passion in your eyes.
Surprised how despite that you feel it?
Admit you have this strength to carry on.
Gone are those gutting doubts of beauty.
Duty to carry on for those who follow.
Hollow the hostility and keep marching.
Arching the curve that has no archetype.
Hype and love your journey; hold it dearly.
Written by Ljdynamic
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Northern_Soul
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Thanks for starting things off, LJDynamic!

The_Silly_Sibyl
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1965

1

The Ď60s postmark rots away
and Iím left in the latter day
so many years distant from you.

The pain of love was one I didnít feel
before I turned thirty,
and happened to be walking home
from office work one day.

I wrote sports and you drove cars
outside the townís hotspot.
Deemed too ugly for anyoneís girl
to be swept off her feet -
missing teeth, a bulbous brow,
and gaze forever glum -
the studs all felt secure,
pulling up beside
the valet in his cheap red coat.

But even if you were handsome
you couldnít have returned a girlís
least amorous advance.

I saw that, watching you.
Sometimes we know each otherís pain
without need of the thinking brain,
and also Iíd seen you before
lingering outside the door
of a hidden bar.

2

We shared cigarettes and spoke
the secret language of the freak.
I gave you hotel money and said
to look out from the bar.

Soon enough I heard the knock, like lead
tipping a cowboyís boot and kicked
against a car.

As quickly as men flee
youíd pushed your way in me
and so I thought Iíd been murdered
until that rush of feeling came
and swept me like rich manís cocaine
towards a bright-lit paradise.

I like to think I taught you, after that,
how urges can be met
with compassion. How men can treat
each other with kindness, and heat
a potent love outside the vaunted norm.

I told you you were beautiful
and that your dreams
were worthy of respect. You cried,
and then laughed when I didnít laugh
at you, ďfor crying like a girl.Ē

3

Itís now gone fifty years and that old lie, that hate fell down to hell from heaven
back in nineteen sixty-seven,
still leaves me bitter as the lemons
growing on my tree.

What of nineteen sixty-five
when I last saw you, just alive,
attended by two parents who
had seen this day ten years away,
and got my autograph when I
reported that Iíd seen you at
the various home games, and that
Iíd mention you in my next article...

4

The 60s postmark rots away
but I can still read whatís inside,
simple and crude and capitalised,
each letter written as
if with flashing red lightbulbs.
I LUV U N HOAP I CAN SEE U AGEN.

Not since nineteen sixty-five
have I seen you or me alive,
nor has there been a perfect day
since I last shared a cigarette
with my ugly, and beautiful valet.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Essex Boy)
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_feral
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thank you for your entry sibyl :)

Kinkpoet
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i donít love you because youíre gay

i donít love you because youíre gay
 
i love you because you are kind
and intelligent
i love your warmth
your strength
your vulnerability
 
i love you because you are enthusiastic
your joie de vivre your talents hopes dreams
your compassion
 
i donít love you because youíre gay
 
i love you because
 
you listen  
without judgement
 
comfort
without advising
 
help
without expectation
 
i donít love you because youíre gay
 
i love you because you cry when youíre in pain
laugh when youíre happy
skip and dance in celebration
 
i donít love you because youíre gay
 
i love you because when youíre near
i feel good
i feel energized challenged and invigorated
 
i love you because
when youíre close i feel safe nurtured and loved
 
i donít love you because youíre gay
 
i love you
because youíre
a wonderful human being
 
 
Written by Kinkpoet
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_feral
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thank you for your entry kinkpoet :)

The_Silly_Sibyl
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Dark Cathedral

Pride Month, June 2021

I

I dreamt that I was being held
rather than holding
and that was the source of my shame

I dreamt that I was conquered
as opposed to conquering
and that was the mud on my name

II

the transparent
and brittle heart
of my soul or whatever it is
that makes a person whole
was flooded with light in my dreams
a diamond cathedralís
thrones and altarpiece
lit up like the space revealed
when heavenís door opens
while hovering in outer dark

but I could not be proud of it
and crossed with tarpaulin
the many-faceted ceiling
and blocked the very nave
so that it couldnít be accessed
nor seen

III

what you have is not
a closet
but

a cathedral
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Essex Boy)
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Razzerleaf
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A pillion for the parade

He knew what he was supposed to be,  
two stroke raced in his blood line.  
By the age of ten his dermatitis hands  
could rebuild a gearbox and most engines,  
he was good at connecting with his father.  

At seventeen he was still pretending  
in his worn out patched up jeans  
and scuffed up road rashed leather,  
long hair seemed to match the image,  
but he hankered for change and its approval.  

A young man's dilemma  
can easily King Kong its way  
to the top of the Empire State.  
In one hand he saw the girl  
and the other, swatting planes away  
for fear of getting caught,  
he needed to escape.  

A damp tiny flat was perfect for that,  
the journey from he to she.
Clothes became her bodiesí passion  
nervous of the target on her back.
she burned her brightest into mirrored chrome,  
smiling at a true reflection.  

Clubs and drugs took away time  
passing hands and faces in dark doorways  
but the morning paper always unfolded  
with a coffee and a shave.  
I like to think she found a pillion for her scooter,
who tasted the same without the shame,  
a two wheeled screamer that would hug her hard  
and hold on tight to her fish tail.
Written by Razzerleaf
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_feral
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Dark Cathedral

Pride Month, June 2021

I

I dreamt that I was being held
rather than holding
and that was the source of my shame

I dreamt that I was conquered
as opposed to conquering
and that was the mud on my name

II

the transparent
and brittle heart
of my soul or whatever it is
that makes a person whole
was flooded with light in my dreams
a diamond cathedralís
thrones and altarpiece
lit up like the space revealed
when heavenís door opens
while hovering in outer dark

but I could not be proud of it
and crossed with tarpaulin
the many-faceted ceiling
and blocked the very nave
so that it couldnít be accessed
nor seen

III

what you have is not
a closet
but

a cathedral
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Essex Boy)
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The_Silly_Sibyl said:

thank you for your second entry sibyl :)

_feral
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A pillion for the parade

He knew what he was supposed to be,  
two stroke raced in his blood line.  
By the age of ten his dermatitis hands  
could rebuild a gearbox and most engines,  
he was good at connecting with his father.  

At seventeen he was still pretending  
in his worn out patched up jeans  
and scuffed up road rashed leather,  
long hair seemed to match the image,  
but he hankered for change and its approval.  

A young man's dilemma  
can easily King Kong its way  
to the top of the Empire State.  
In one hand he saw the girl  
and the other, swatting planes away  
for fear of getting caught,  
he needed to escape.  

A damp tiny flat was perfect for that,  
the journey from he to she.
Clothes became her bodiesí passion  
nervous of the target on her back.
she burned her brightest into mirrored chrome,  
smiling at a true reflection.  

Clubs and drugs took away time  
passing hands and faces in dark doorways  
but the morning paper always unfolded  
with a coffee and a shave.  
I like to think she found a pillion for her scooter,
who tasted the same without the shame,  
a two wheeled screamer that would hug her hard  
and hold on tight to her fish tail.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Razzerleaf said:

thank you for your entry razzerleaf :)

poetOftragedy
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Happiness isn't made for me

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RiAN
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Hypnotizing demons

When a random act of poetry    
turns into an amplified anesthesia †  
where inclined exorcism † †  
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permeates skulls drenched † † †
in permaculture of prolonged † †  
justice and prosecution † †  
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in rhyme we spat at the world † †  
where creating freedom † †  
was stereotypical † †  
after all † †  
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take a good look † †  
I am that voice † † †
of the void † †  
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at any given time † †  
you † †  
will † †  
hear † †  
me † †  
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this an ode to KDeath of Moodie Black † †
https://youtu.be/M-I01C0yooU

a podcast with KDeath where he explanes a lot and
you can get to know him
http://www.soleone.org/solecast/2017/11/28/k-death-of-moodie-black-on-noise-rap-the-moodhouse-coming-out-as-trans
Written by RiAN
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PGLithag
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Loving both your entries sibyl...

_feral
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thank you poetryoftragedy & rian for your entries 😎

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