#NoPoo Strange Magic
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IDryad
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IDryad
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Poetry Contest Description
An extraordinary occurrence on a normal day
Narrative Poem
Two Poems per participant
No extreme contents
No collaborations
New Writes
No chatting on comp thread
*The top three winning entries will be read out in DU Podcast*
Two Poems per participant
No extreme contents
No collaborations
New Writes
No chatting on comp thread
*The top three winning entries will be read out in DU Podcast*
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IDryad
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IDryad
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Thank you Missy for kick starting the competition.
RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
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Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
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Hi,
I've changed my entry...
please see final entry below
Thanx
Al
I've changed my entry...
please see final entry below
Thanx
Al
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IDryad
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IDryad
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RevolutionAL thank you for your entry.
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IDryad
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IDryad
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Rose of Oblivion
Notes of flowers wafted from the garden
while I had forgotten the purpose keeping me there
part with my reasoning, immerse, wile and stare
Time closed sewn upon breast, slow chimes sing pour to trestle
cracks alight by daily passage, warping wounds rip into wood
wrap gently my vine, rail-rot under night owl, kissing flower given full bloom
Mothers magic tree with its buried secrets, tales once beloved
speaks in wind-chime, shape that she is
Natures conduit, old arms and peace, spoke and wheel
Trails meander over hill and dale, streams that glisten , gush in echo
over there mushrooms grow underneath the may-apple flowers
once upon a time the glow of love shone, we the age'd rose of overgrown.
By Souladareatease
in Narrative Poem
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Notes of flowers wafted from the garden
while I had forgotten the purpose keeping me there
part with my reasoning, immerse, wile and stare
Time closed sewn upon breast, slow chimes sing pour to trestle
cracks alight by daily passage, warping wounds rip into wood
wrap gently my vine, rail-rot under night owl, kissing flower given full bloom
Mothers magic tree with its buried secrets, tales once beloved
speaks in wind-chime, shape that she is
Natures conduit, old arms and peace, spoke and wheel
Trails meander over hill and dale, streams that glisten , gush in echo
over there mushrooms grow underneath the may-apple flowers
once upon a time the glow of love shone, we the age'd rose of overgrown.
By Souladareatease
in Narrative Poem
Word Play
Not an Entry
RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
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Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 24th July 2012Forum Posts: 1257
Of A Book & A Box
In the United States;
Windsor Locks
situated alongside
Connecticut river
is the site of
Bradley International Airport,
serving the Greater Hartford-Springfield
region, boasting a square
kilometer of water
complimenting 25 squares
of land
hosting
New England Air Museum
The irony
a history of aerospace
along side the boarding dock
of my little brown box
brings smiles
Newark, celebrates
age, as one of the oldest cities
it parties with population
as 320 thousand odd
New Jersey residents
fill census forms and
port achievements
suburban life,
complimented with
bustling urban districts
The sarcasm
in my breath
thinks of
Cathedral Basilica Of The Sacred Heart
with its gold
with its large stained glass
with its steeples
I wonder the magnitude
of prayer
a rat, would have heard there
my brown box
doesn't have time for prayer
visiting Queens
in the business and retail
sectors of Jamaica
I wonder if it stops
to check time
on the Sidewalk Clock
in Jamaica Avenue
I wonder if it
shimmy shakes
over
Jamaican Performing
Arts Center
The irony
of a Arts Center
being located
in the First Reformed Dutch Church
As airlines stop for over night
blankets on steel airport chairs
I smile at the largest population
in the United Arab Emirates
thinking of the heat in Dubai
of boiling toilets
consider 3 Million people
and populations
of the places
my brown box
has visited
I think of the sarcasm
in words
flying over
an Arabian Prince
In Johannesburg
a small unobtrusive chap
sits on his motorbike
swiping his phone screen
in wait
for the landing
at O.R. Thambo International Airport
South Africa's finest!
My brown box
travels highways
byways
and
sad-ways
of the capital
in crime
Finally my box
lands on the desk
I open it
finding the book
wrapped in
shards of card-board
I think of its travels
the life lived
in 10 days
places seen
history consumed
by a book in a box
and Irony
having been written,
printed, and published
in England;
Paper scent
of an ink made
with love
blood
sweat
and tears
having travelled
four continents
in it's young life
I consider irony, living 49 years
and the couple of times
I've managed
Alberton to Durban
the book is a Wild[ling]!
Written by RevolutionAL
(Alistair Plint)
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IDryad
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IDryad
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RevolutionAL thank you for your second entry
sierraD61
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Falling
My last day on earth
My vanity holds
The last words I'll speak
Not an item’s out of place
in the house that I weeped
When my mother called,
And I said my good-bye
I dream of the funeral
Of the living and the dead
The cocktails in the mourning
Of my siblings and my dad
How strange it is
for them to turn heads
The autumn wind kisses my face
Caressing my hair
with frostbit whispers
Of the people who killed me
Made me a disgrace
Tears paint my face
Tomorrow they’ll find me
Frozen in the river
Shattered, cracked
They say that halfway down
Everything stops
Everyone halts
And the things that seemed impossible
Suddenly feel so small
My heart leaps into my chest
and you reach over the edge
I should be dead, at rest
But here I am grabbing a ledge
Begging you to just let me go
Thank god you didn't oblige
I’m a tyrant of it all
A dead man walking
You saved me from the fall
Now I’ll save me
From self enthrall
My vanity holds
The last words I'll speak
Not an item’s out of place
in the house that I weeped
When my mother called,
And I said my good-bye
I dream of the funeral
Of the living and the dead
The cocktails in the mourning
Of my siblings and my dad
How strange it is
for them to turn heads
The autumn wind kisses my face
Caressing my hair
with frostbit whispers
Of the people who killed me
Made me a disgrace
Tears paint my face
Tomorrow they’ll find me
Frozen in the river
Shattered, cracked
They say that halfway down
Everything stops
Everyone halts
And the things that seemed impossible
Suddenly feel so small
My heart leaps into my chest
and you reach over the edge
I should be dead, at rest
But here I am grabbing a ledge
Begging you to just let me go
Thank god you didn't oblige
I’m a tyrant of it all
A dead man walking
You saved me from the fall
Now I’ll save me
From self enthrall
Written by sierraD61
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IDryad
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IDryad
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sierraD61 and feral thank you for your participation.
lepperochan
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Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
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an excerpt from a strange occurrence
"you may not remember
back when we were one cells
wriggling round the ocean
and not a notion of standing
on dry land
I do
I remember much
later, when eyes overwhelmed us
with beauty and sadness
and where it took us
from there
and look at us
look at you"
but, I dont think he knew
who he was talking to
#NoPoo
"you may not remember
back when we were one cells
wriggling round the ocean
and not a notion of standing
on dry land
I do
I remember much
later, when eyes overwhelmed us
with beauty and sadness
and where it took us
from there
and look at us
look at you"
but, I dont think he knew
who he was talking to
#NoPoo
Bluevelvete
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Joined 21st July 2020Forum Posts: 2349
Quiet Essences Of
Under cool blanketed darkness
each twinkle wished upon, above
dire calls assuredly silent ...in their beckoning
You are there
Wherever the skies turn rusty pink,
dew slowly melting upon grassy earth
hushed truth finds way made of whispers
You are there
Whimpering newborn cries
a fawn shaking, celebrating pure life
tenderly warmed by it's mother's breast
You are there
When winged nightingale's sing-song
echoing their musical enchantments
rousing hearts to flourish an unending
You are there
Sunshine brightly warming my face
with a kiss of cool breeze
hugging it's arms, pulling me in
You are there
As days pass into years
time seemingly fleeting
while also impossibly standing still
You are there
In every place I have looked today,
in all days
from the gates of heaven itself
to nature's bounty or the song
playing on the radio
i know
You are here.
Under cool blanketed darkness
each twinkle wished upon, above
dire calls assuredly silent ...in their beckoning
You are there
Wherever the skies turn rusty pink,
dew slowly melting upon grassy earth
hushed truth finds way made of whispers
You are there
Whimpering newborn cries
a fawn shaking, celebrating pure life
tenderly warmed by it's mother's breast
You are there
When winged nightingale's sing-song
echoing their musical enchantments
rousing hearts to flourish an unending
You are there
Sunshine brightly warming my face
with a kiss of cool breeze
hugging it's arms, pulling me in
You are there
As days pass into years
time seemingly fleeting
while also impossibly standing still
You are there
In every place I have looked today,
in all days
from the gates of heaven itself
to nature's bounty or the song
playing on the radio
i know
You are here.
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IDryad
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IDryad
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Thank you lepperochan and Bluevelvete for your respective entry.
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IDryad
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IDryad
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Due to certain circumstances I will be closing this competition as of today. April 1. Hong Kong Time, a few hours hours before the closing date. I apologise for the inconvenience.
I will announce the winners soon. Thank You.
I will announce the winners soon. Thank You.