Poetry competition CLOSED 16th September 2021 10:21pm
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Compose... A Musical Poem!

Wafflenose
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Ellie
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Poetry Contest

What it says on the tin. NOT a song writing/ song lyrics competition
I would love to read some poems about music from you lot.  You're so brilliant and inspire me every day.  I don't mind if you want to write about a band/ artist, a style of music, something technical about music/ instruments/ composition, or just about the way it makes you feel.  Surprise me.

Maximum 40 lines please.
No erotica - I'm sure it's an art form in itself, but having never written any and only read a little, I just know it isn't for me.
One poem per entrant for now.
I'm new, so judging written submissions is more than enough for now... I don't know all about the art and spoken word stuff.  However, you might like to use your poem to create something multimedia after the competition?
Will 2 weeks do?

Have fun!

da_poetic-edifier
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Damon
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THE M YOU SIC

I admire wordplay but admonish gun play  
It's bigger than HipHop so watch what you say  
Today, lines of reality & fallacy are irreparably blurred  
And my perception of the melodic weapon is disturbed  
 
Over a billion served under its big, golden arches  
The M u sic on the airwaves is landing fatal punches  
No amount of crunches can prepare the GOD body  
To handle blows that flow outta barrels of shotties  
 
Bodies are dropping left and right, day and night  
Yet, the steel is still glamorized under bright lights  
We're losing the fight, subliminally hypnotized  
Lyrically, I see, it needs to be reanalyzed  
 
I recognize the carnage that's left in the aftermath  
I'm deducing the science while computing the math  
The geometric path we're on needs calibration  
Rather than additions of genocidal celebration  
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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Wafflenose
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Ellie
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Thank you so much for your fantastic submission!  

poet Anonymous

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Razzerleaf
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Fruit picking from plectrums

I've been lost
In a Humbuckers
field, picking
plump fruit from
plectrums, to fill stomp boxes
full of ripe fancy.
 
My fingers
cut deep on thin strings,
and I bend
with gravel
as I work away fretless,
always keeping time.
 
Weighed down by
a solid body,
sustained by
the richness
of a pentatonic crop,
heavy with rocks.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Wafflenose
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Ellie
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Thank you Wilberfloss and Razzerleaf for your wonderful entries.

javalini
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ROBERT JOHNSON

they said satan  
 taught him  
how to stroke that old guitar  
so she'd  
purr  
and coo  
and whimper  
and wail  
in the bliss  
of his long, dark fingers' caress,  
her strings bent hard  
and pressed against him,  
her moans and laughter  
rising from a deep black hole  
and set free  
to haunt the lonely liquored night  
even now  
through the tinny fuzz  
and crackle of an antique recording  

tricks  
the devil taught  
not long before  
he called the loan
Written by javalini
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dejure
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vick
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Hey Billie Jean, Who is the father?

 

Say it in black and white
what’s wrong, what’s right?  
 
Yes or no, did you or not?  
The truth, Will you or won’t?  
 
But they will talk and talk and talk  
Who are they to judge?  
All is just a smudge
 
They don’t care  
Who you are, who you were  
 
You were caught in a storm  
Took you high above the clouds  
 
They painted you in white  
They dressed you in tights  
 
Just two steps to the finishing line  
You dropped a bomb in their shrine
 
They blew up your castle  
You built on their grounds  
 
I refuse to believe  
The facts that I hear  
 
It won’t speak again  
They won’t hear it  
And we will forget  
 
The truth…
 
 
 
 
 
 
(A/N | I was not a big fan him as a person because of all the craziness, I liked and listened to his songs. but a friend showed me this link [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mx0Un9K5dKQ ] that really changed my view  and respect towards him)  
Written by dejure (vick)
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Ms_SweetPea
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No Night Sun

I'm no sunshine when he's gone¹
I drink moonshine, to fill my day
And the birds, won't sing our song
Miss those days he'd sing along
I grew cold, so they flew away

I only rise, when I hear him call
Daylight wasted checking texts
Friends say, he don't care at all
That the sun's not meant to crawl
But with him, I shine my best

Sink low, sink low, sink low
Sink low, sink low, sink low
Shine low
I know missing him is wrong
I'm no sunshine when he's gone

I'm no sunshine when he's gone
Want to be his bright sun ray
And the Night, he did me wrong
Called me friend, then he moved on
Hope he sees the light of day
Written by Ms_SweetPea
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Wafflenose
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Thank you for the new entries!

NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
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SYMPHONY'S NIGHT VOICES

 
     
If you listen carefully      
     
You can hear Mother Nature descant    
     
It's a sound so naturally      
     
"Alluring and Puissant."    
     
     
     
Every living thing has a vocal of its own    
     
A bird tweets "yet" hear the running streams     
     
A place they call home    
     
Around Trees that are Queens...     
     
     
     
Winds and rain invite others to attend    
     
Enjoying the event    
     
In a moment all is regarded as a friend    
     
After it calms an orchestra is sent     
     
     
     
Now ready to begin...    
     
     
     
Crickets play their violin    
     
The beauty in the sound    
     
But then toads croak in    
     
"Wow just look around!"    
     
     
     
Wolves sneak upon to hear their howls    
     
as the moon shines bright    
     
Present now are mesmerizing white owls    
     
"Just how Gala is this Night?"    
     
     
     
Spiders don't stay behind    
     
as they weave their webs     
     
To rhythm as the raindrops skim its lines    
     
Echoes that reach even mountainscapes    
     
     
     
Suddenly all is silent at the same term    
     
And in seconds, drums are then heard    
     
"Why is it a woodpecker?"    
     
"Rocking like a real drummer?"    
     
     
     
Well rock on redhead fella    
     
Maybe you'll be talented to play the mbira    
     
     
     
"EVERYONE LOOK ARRIBA!"    
     
     
     
This is so fascinating and entertaining    
     
The chanting of wildlife     
     
There's nothing that needs explaining    
     
Other than to know it's all perfect and nice    
     
     
     
If you listen prudently to its true hidden heart    
     
You'll hear the sound of a sacred gold harp    
     
The one gift that gives it "God's Hand Art".    
   
"Blessing it all right from Genesis start."    
     
   
     
     
     
​    
     
     
 
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES (WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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Wafflenose
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Thank you, Nancy!

DaisyGrace
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Watching Her Cello Recital

 

Where do I put my hands?

I’m tempted to sit on them,
just so that I don’t do anything
scandalous in this quiet hall.
Each movement, each sound you
pull from the curved body
between your thighs is…

Is it appropriate to gasp?

Appropriate or not,
I’m groaning around my fist.
Imagine feeling the vibrations
against my belly and knees.
Or kneeling before you
soaking in mournful pleasure.

Am I allowed to see this?

The end has come,
heaving chest, bow held
quivering above your head.

Eyes closed.
Ragged breath.

And I know,
I know,
yours was
better than mine.
Written by DaisyGrace
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
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You're welcome and thank you for creating this event, it made me create another beautiful poem for my collection :)

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