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Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 27awards
Joined 15th Sep 2019
Forum Posts: 524

A brave new world

The village had been built jigsaw pretty,  
cottages were white washed and thatched,  
they lined the lazy lanes and quiet roads,  
centered by a pagan cross  
daubed with yellow roses  
and vibrant climbers.  

I caught the cold air, the last  
to leave the pub, it bolted shut  
behind me. The light didn't bleed  
onto the night, stars crowded  
like snow flakes over my hands  
between my fingers, wrapped  
all around me, only me.  
Such stumbling quiet can only be heard  
by the drunk, I was inside its vacuum  
carried blind by beauty.  
A wrought iron bench was waiting,  
its arms welcomed me and curled intricate  
fingers over my shoulders.  
At first I could only sense movement
approaching  as timid as a shy duck
being enticed by bread.  
A rustle beneath a hedge,  
the earthenware scrape  
of a dragged plant pot.  
The night had begun to trust me  
its light came out from corner clouds  
watching roof tops fall on to gardens  
even shadowed doorways shifted  
in to grey-scale. That's when I heard  
the chatter, everything spoke in an old  
language, garden forks talked in rhyme  
as they turned over flower beds,  
plants self pruned and shifted positions  
whispering in a dialect of dark green.  
Every garden, the whole village was alive,  
fallen leaves where being raked, blades of grass  
snipped short, plants were discussing  
how they should arrange themselves.  
A discarded coke-can tapped on the side  
of a rubbish bin that snapped open  
to swallow.  
I tried to move for a closer look  
but the iron bench moved inside me,  
thin needles had entered my skin,  
energy surged  
across the connection.  
I could feel every movement,  
every part of the village,  
the cold brick of the cottages, the warmth  
of bodies as they slept in their beds,  
the padded footsteps of cats as the strutted  
the tops of garden walls.  
I began to panic, a body rejecting  
its donor heart, images flashed,  
my mind a flicker book, billions  
of people connected to the earth  
energy drawn from one to another.  
I could see the whole planet trying  
to heal itself, using the created world,  
man made object colliding, collaborating.  
I could see the whole plan  
as it mapped itself to my mind.  
I relaxed and allowed myself to go deeper,  
It was then I heard her voice.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Astral Gift
Thought Provoker
Greece 5awards
Joined 8th June 2015
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Ceres of Dionysus

Innocent like a dream made of white Indian silk
Smiles of yours batched in boxes saying "Nick"
You turned into a puppet of your life show of freak
                               You had to obey
                                your step father and pray

Your search of luck led you to a young boy
and made the hunger a reaper in your beggaring convoy
An inglorious ending of a glorified love toy
                         And you were left with a son
                         single, spontaneous, teenage mom

You cross the church's  doorstep and hallway again
Taking vows of devotion and service to eternal pain
Two victims of the ridiculous idea of human fate
                            Your daughter!  Holy fury!
                            The case for blinded jury

Your mother sold your pieces without hesitation
"He's rich and when he dies you may get his pension"
So you married his car and his institutionalization
                             Then they wailed
                             your life had failed

Loneliness always chooses for us the wrong selection
For you, an unmanly man that sucked your respiration
A compromised, dry, mirthless obligation
                            How long could you withstand
                            The predictions ware sad

Coping with reality was a multilayer abuse
You used to shatter it in your glass of Greek colorless booze
Being the slave of yourself and trying hard to lose
                        Ceres of Dionysus
                         address your issues

Same o' same o', sick and in daze
You changed the wedding photos, kept the wooden case
Lights at your temple and the obituary of your grace
                        Drink up, my treat
                        Death, today we meet

I didn't cared till I saw your brown, carved casket
I looked for all your writings, I should had done it faster
The burglars of your words had turned them into an incense
                     Misfit mother of my throne
                           I salute you, dear
                                 So long!


Written by personanongrata (Astral Gift)
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Thought Provoker
United States
Joined 24th Apr 2020
Forum Posts: 25

.. a calming word

gives you that look
they call the stink eye,  
you know what that means,  
you’d better not try,  
used to warn me,  
where not to roam,  
“you’ll be 6 feet under    
in a sea full of stones!”,  
“sit your ass down  
and hush up!” she’d say,  
and “eat all that broccoli”  
or you’ll pay the old way,  
smiling like a crook  
getting tucked into bed,  
a pat on the cheek,  
and a kiss on your head :-)  
first thing you shout  
when you enter your home,  
you call out when scared,  
or comforts you alone,  
luck of the draw  
that real special one,  
greatest cheerleader,    
for a daughter or son,  
a word like a blanket,    
transcending secure clam,  
none more relieving,  
as saying the word  
Written by OG-Poetry
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Dangerous Mind
United States 19awards
Joined 8th July 2019
Forum Posts: 902

Sorceress of String

sitting quietly, my eyes fixed
on my mother’s slender hands
a rare point of connection -
my own are miniature replicas;
I want to talk to her about this
yet I know better
than to disturb her concentration

she has always been
a bit of a practical witch,
perfecting the frustrating art
(if her softly muttered curses
are any indication)

of transformation;
turning a ball of soft string
into a delicate, lacy blanket
is nothing short of sorcery
to my budding imagination,
and I feel honored to witness
the performance of these rituals,
the arrival of a new baby
within her precious circle

her grimoire lay open -
an old drugstore notebook
decorated only with her name
in the uniquely slanted cursive
I’d still know anywhere,
and overlapping circles
of coffee cup stains
on its tattered and curled cover -
a metallic blue-green Boye J hook
is the tiny aluminum wand
in her spell-casting fingers
as she weaves her magic
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

That ‘One’ Last Word...  Runs Infinite:  Derivational Sho(r)ts from Randomly Four Earthling Species

Aspergillus niger:
As Per these diehard frenetic heaving    
fanatic plight of an adamantine aquatic    
humming to drumming~ in & out holy    
fibrillating signature Holstein~ Friesian    
blotchy Gills, this Us the lashing    
finesse bundles of mycelial dreadlocks  
in sync… thus    
in torridly svelte freeform breakaways... (from    
the horrific sleazy putrid black morbid torpor    
over electric cracking wet whimsical walls & the    
ghoulishly soaking mushy boneless branches)
....as versing radical gypsy clumps of hairy caterpillary~    
mushrooming & metamorphosing evolutionary    
existential street~ art of revolutionary bleeding    
soul~ graffiti scriptures in simplistic
Bougainvillea purpurea:    
so, after putting down heavy corroding    
& soul~ eroding politic-corporate papers    
in lumpy burdening  karmic gangrene~ heads..    
Nature's feathery paper~ cupping,  the eclectic    
yet those indomitably striking magenta-laden    
origami art, of million tiny crackly~ chattering birds..    
bloom their umbrellaic mutter~ fluttery clinking    
crinkly~ wingy mother tongue language of pure    
poetry..  amidst    
their sturdy borne eagle~ beaky thorns &  an    
unleashing urge of rainy thunderstorms of    
unhitched expressionisms    
as thickly weaving crowning mat of rooftop    
canopies, swaying yet rooted to their
Gryllus bimaculatus:    
those two flaming wing spots    
consumes me as digestive fires    
of the vital Manipura Chakra..    
& those ritualistic calling    
high-pitched phenomenally pheromonal    
songs of your stridulating hard    
majestic tegmina… Oh my    
killer chirpy Eros of Nights... these    
lushly damping lusty nights    
are burying deep cavernous abyss    
in magnetic resonance of our    
fleshy~ tendrilous thigh~ flowering    
drummy matchsticks, lighting up    
these swirly~ sinuously lashing    
cobra lippy~ hips in an infinitely    
perseverating entwine    
Datura metel:    
my blue~ throated Neelakanta~ Shiva..    
holding therein the transmutational    
toxins of Datura… unto an    
alchemy~ The Amirtham..    
this heavenly offering you    
feed our ageless souls    
& n-temporal births of sky & fleshy    
illusional moulds of grand Maya-  
you are the OM~ AUM Paramporul- The    
Eternal Essence of Cosmic Singularity    
the Vacuuming Nothingness ~ Chidambara    
 & also the    
epitome of Humanity & Truth    
Utmost-L O V E  
Written by summultima (uma)
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.

Thank you to the following members for voting:

_feral, Marks, Razzerleaf, Honoria, inechoingsilence, Phantom2426, cold_fusion, DCLXVI_1989, LunaGreyhawk, Adelphina, grandrizin, mysteriouslady, 5w3374ng3r, summultima, Sweetlovin76, Tallen, CherryLoveNotes, Wornwolf, da_poetic-edifier, LostViking, OxyMoronicMe, Bluevelvete, Northern_Soul, nutbuster, dejure, javalini, Grace

Tyrant of Words
Joined 5th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 1523

I would like to thank all the poets and poetesses who entered this beautiful contest. It is always spiritual when like-minded talent of the minds come together for an outstanding and common goal. To write about the true components of any mother, rather its our mother or Mother's Nature is rewarding within itself, and each and everyone's entry I've had the pleasure to read, did this competition proud as well as themselves.

I would like to extend my most humble thankfulness to the host Poet Grandrizin for hosting this competition, in addition, for giving us a poetic haven to express our worthy praises.


Guardian of Shadows
United States 87awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5602

Congrats Kitty!

Tyrant of Words
Joined 5th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 1523

Ahh... thank you my poetess, much poetic respect for your acknowledgment. Please enjoy the remainder of your evening and be safe in your daily travels,,


Leticia Arroyo
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 24th Sep 2021
Forum Posts: 7

Congrats to you :)

Tyrant of Words
Joined 5th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 1523

Thank you my poetess for taking the time to scribble such an accolade in celebrating the worth of my accomplishment. Have a blessed evening and a spectacular Wednesday, in addition, stay safe in your journey


Thought Provoker
United States
Joined 24th Apr 2020
Forum Posts: 25

Congrats my poetic sister


Tyrant of Words
Joined 5th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 1523

Ahh.. thank you my King for such a worthy praise, in as much, poetic respect given as poetic respect is due. Please enjoy your Saturday and the remainder of your weekend


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