Poem of the Month - AUGUST 2022
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp (every other month) is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months or less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp (every other month) is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months or less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
_feral
Forum Posts: 842
Fire of Insight
11
Joined 23rd Jan 2021 Forum Posts: 842
Silhouette
What is the point of living
if you are truly not alive
mere shadow in the world
Existing unnoticed by anyone
clothes mock starved skin
mimicking touch only felt in dreams
Passing through life silently
there is no reason to speak
and none wanting to listen
Time passes, hours and minutes
alone, each second a paper cut
slicing into what remains of me
if you are truly not alive
mere shadow in the world
Existing unnoticed by anyone
clothes mock starved skin
mimicking touch only felt in dreams
Passing through life silently
there is no reason to speak
and none wanting to listen
Time passes, hours and minutes
alone, each second a paper cut
slicing into what remains of me
Written by inechoingsilence
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_feral
Forum Posts: 842
Fire of Insight
11
Joined 23rd Jan 2021 Forum Posts: 842
Lattes and Fag Ash
In ways I’m fortunate of course.
The course of a life can always be worse.
Yet still the gorge rises to meet
the carping of the print elite.
As if some cunt in Pimlico
has ever known quite what it is
to have a Bad Mother.
The thought is vulgar, This I Know,
and if I was a better man I’d care.
But slowly I’ve stopped apologising...
And nothing makes me want to retch
more than the whiff of lattes from
the liberal salons. As if one of them
was ever forced to eat a fried egg
that had been dumped in the kitchen bin,
and marinated in fag ash
as Mother made you watch.
My brother knew that pain.
And I knew too just what it was,
to love and beg and say sorry
and still be scorned like thrift-shop shit.
To watch dad watch his wife break down
and explode like a clockwork prostitute.
The course of a life can always be worse.
Yet still the gorge rises to meet
the carping of the print elite.
As if some cunt in Pimlico
has ever known quite what it is
to have a Bad Mother.
The thought is vulgar, This I Know,
and if I was a better man I’d care.
But slowly I’ve stopped apologising...
And nothing makes me want to retch
more than the whiff of lattes from
the liberal salons. As if one of them
was ever forced to eat a fried egg
that had been dumped in the kitchen bin,
and marinated in fag ash
as Mother made you watch.
My brother knew that pain.
And I knew too just what it was,
to love and beg and say sorry
and still be scorned like thrift-shop shit.
To watch dad watch his wife break down
and explode like a clockwork prostitute.
Written by Casted_Runes
(Mr Karswell)
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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
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Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
21
Joined 25th Jan 2020Forum Posts: 5214
Light
Madness is never silent
crucially defiant
never to rest
born to struggle
I grasp onto night
holding a place
for my own darkness
so I can appreciate the light
crucially defiant
never to rest
born to struggle
I grasp onto night
holding a place
for my own darkness
so I can appreciate the light
Written by mel44
(Melgar)
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Francisco J Vera
Forum Posts: 5214
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
21
Joined 25th Jan 2020Forum Posts: 5214
Is Not The Wages Of Sin Death
To the fourscore winds that wreaks havoc on earth
Manmade blessed oil casted over our inner soul drops of forgiveness in the renewal of rebirth
Is not the wages of sin death
Who without wraith within thy heart, can he or she not cast stones when reaching the thrones of divinity's wealth
I have seen the teary faces when hopes, dreams, no more chances, all seems lost
So many young lives I have been a Nightingale too from wicked choices, changed in the matter of moments with treating their elements because they had the sauce
Regrets confessed from their mouths, praying, hoping, needing to be assured they will get better at any cost
When did our Creator bless me to see life and the ghost appearance of failing breaths
Psalms verse twenty-three read in the declining hours to give a weary soul external rest
The same messages upon the dowry of our heads, yet a different sanctuary of time
Plagues, famine, debauchery rules churches' mind
There is no peace no matter where you go
As sure as the tornado destroys, and the water floods no matter where the rapid streams may flow
This is God's land, no matter the technology found by the inventive hands of man
One breeze, torrential rains
At that interval, you bear witness our lives are all the same
We all have emotions to feel and compassion to lend when we feel pain
Then why is color blindness the name of life’s game
As a healer, I hear those calls when hearts are lying in wait, terminally ill
Worshipping society's sacred temples, speaking your language, your religion is my religion, your beliefs are my reliance to fit the cause of the bill, but still
Does the mind of others ever get fatigue in doing right
Holding on to the last of faith when devoid of human nature to give into the heathens that romances the night
I bow in humbleness unto you, as I am, and through me I will always feel the perpetual devotion of Him
Given unto power to lasso the magnifications of creature comforts which will never win
To mankind without, seems it’s his downfall without an end
Falsehood love in beauty, money, spiritual love tossed in the wind
Vanity lovers of self, money, consorting in the dark on altar with Jinns
I have hurtled them all, through the beginning of time, to council the
mentally to make the loins of men lust and the sacred divinity of women
adhere to enticement to the temptation of its sin
The first, the last and the fallen ones on earth, the population follows the hidden horns to deceive
My Ankh I shield to the powers to be
The truth it seeps to give credence between you and me
What we stand for, when we ask for more it makes us, or it breaks us
When the blood of our veins in sickness only pours
We cry out in the last hour to be spiritually forgiven
In the perfection of health, debauchery, arrogance is the catalyst when we are immorally driven
No one is better than each other
When we look in the mirror our reflective image is the only one who hovers
No other face from another mother
Vanity is the tool of the Devil's invention, making us self-lovers
I remain docile in my own melanin skin
This old world seems at times no hope, no glory, truth of the matter to self is where we all begin
The good book of fables from the Book of Genesis to the Book of Revelations
Once out the cocoon of the womb it’s the end we are wandering sheep in guidance from the constellations
My own voice, my own choice
In this day and age, no trails to follow, but my own footsteps
It eliminates the time when trying to measure up when no one is ever
considered in life to the best by the trails of life’s tests
We are all one whisper from being a labored breath
Tears in remembrance of our presence thy hollow be thy name is all that's left
Pine boxes, cremations, our Judgment Day comes next
Never be scared of the unknown
Live your life as a melody of your own beautiful song
Energy never dies, our spiritual vessel ascends to be atoned
Déjà vu will welcome you to advise you your spirit once roamed free
Those three phrases of life that is ordained for you and for me
The soul-sister, healer, spiritual fighter, blessed lineage of French Moorish Queens
Let awoken minds speak of what blinded eyes have not seen
In the realm of spiritual evolution and the parables of the afterlife we walk in
Every night in the subconscious of our dreams
Awaken to the coldness of opened eyes never to reclaim what the
intellect has seen
Is it atheist or blaspheme once off the nourishing and enlightening nipple we are weaned
The afterbirth, the last sacramental rites of passage before our Creator separates his presence from thy will shall be done
The first cry of life to a hellish Kingdom come
Everyone is wrong, life is measured by the greater good, better choices, yet, overruled by wicked deed and evil voices
We are down here in in the belly of the beast
Whereas Angels fly beyond the stars with skybox seats
I shall kneel in tarry in remembrance of earthly immoralities
To kiss thy blessings at thy tiller of consecrated feet
Close my eyes to the thunder of earthy chaos arousing me to the last feast
of spiritual virginal sheets
Who ever said a sin cannot be conformed when a dark heart and an enlightenment mind greets
Teach the mind and the heart will surely follow
In that single moment of reaching the soul, pride is forever swallowed
Manmade blessed oil casted over our inner soul drops of forgiveness in the renewal of rebirth
Is not the wages of sin death
Who without wraith within thy heart, can he or she not cast stones when reaching the thrones of divinity's wealth
I have seen the teary faces when hopes, dreams, no more chances, all seems lost
So many young lives I have been a Nightingale too from wicked choices, changed in the matter of moments with treating their elements because they had the sauce
Regrets confessed from their mouths, praying, hoping, needing to be assured they will get better at any cost
When did our Creator bless me to see life and the ghost appearance of failing breaths
Psalms verse twenty-three read in the declining hours to give a weary soul external rest
The same messages upon the dowry of our heads, yet a different sanctuary of time
Plagues, famine, debauchery rules churches' mind
There is no peace no matter where you go
As sure as the tornado destroys, and the water floods no matter where the rapid streams may flow
This is God's land, no matter the technology found by the inventive hands of man
One breeze, torrential rains
At that interval, you bear witness our lives are all the same
We all have emotions to feel and compassion to lend when we feel pain
Then why is color blindness the name of life’s game
As a healer, I hear those calls when hearts are lying in wait, terminally ill
Worshipping society's sacred temples, speaking your language, your religion is my religion, your beliefs are my reliance to fit the cause of the bill, but still
Does the mind of others ever get fatigue in doing right
Holding on to the last of faith when devoid of human nature to give into the heathens that romances the night
I bow in humbleness unto you, as I am, and through me I will always feel the perpetual devotion of Him
Given unto power to lasso the magnifications of creature comforts which will never win
To mankind without, seems it’s his downfall without an end
Falsehood love in beauty, money, spiritual love tossed in the wind
Vanity lovers of self, money, consorting in the dark on altar with Jinns
I have hurtled them all, through the beginning of time, to council the
mentally to make the loins of men lust and the sacred divinity of women
adhere to enticement to the temptation of its sin
The first, the last and the fallen ones on earth, the population follows the hidden horns to deceive
My Ankh I shield to the powers to be
The truth it seeps to give credence between you and me
What we stand for, when we ask for more it makes us, or it breaks us
When the blood of our veins in sickness only pours
We cry out in the last hour to be spiritually forgiven
In the perfection of health, debauchery, arrogance is the catalyst when we are immorally driven
No one is better than each other
When we look in the mirror our reflective image is the only one who hovers
No other face from another mother
Vanity is the tool of the Devil's invention, making us self-lovers
I remain docile in my own melanin skin
This old world seems at times no hope, no glory, truth of the matter to self is where we all begin
The good book of fables from the Book of Genesis to the Book of Revelations
Once out the cocoon of the womb it’s the end we are wandering sheep in guidance from the constellations
My own voice, my own choice
In this day and age, no trails to follow, but my own footsteps
It eliminates the time when trying to measure up when no one is ever
considered in life to the best by the trails of life’s tests
We are all one whisper from being a labored breath
Tears in remembrance of our presence thy hollow be thy name is all that's left
Pine boxes, cremations, our Judgment Day comes next
Never be scared of the unknown
Live your life as a melody of your own beautiful song
Energy never dies, our spiritual vessel ascends to be atoned
Déjà vu will welcome you to advise you your spirit once roamed free
Those three phrases of life that is ordained for you and for me
The soul-sister, healer, spiritual fighter, blessed lineage of French Moorish Queens
Let awoken minds speak of what blinded eyes have not seen
In the realm of spiritual evolution and the parables of the afterlife we walk in
Every night in the subconscious of our dreams
Awaken to the coldness of opened eyes never to reclaim what the
intellect has seen
Is it atheist or blaspheme once off the nourishing and enlightening nipple we are weaned
The afterbirth, the last sacramental rites of passage before our Creator separates his presence from thy will shall be done
The first cry of life to a hellish Kingdom come
Everyone is wrong, life is measured by the greater good, better choices, yet, overruled by wicked deed and evil voices
We are down here in in the belly of the beast
Whereas Angels fly beyond the stars with skybox seats
I shall kneel in tarry in remembrance of earthly immoralities
To kiss thy blessings at thy tiller of consecrated feet
Close my eyes to the thunder of earthy chaos arousing me to the last feast
of spiritual virginal sheets
Who ever said a sin cannot be conformed when a dark heart and an enlightenment mind greets
Teach the mind and the heart will surely follow
In that single moment of reaching the soul, pride is forever swallowed
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Forum Posts: 5214
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
21
Joined 25th Jan 2020Forum Posts: 5214
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IfIWereMe
Joined 4th Apr 2022
Forum Posts: 1
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 1
Thank you, I don’t know if it’s worthy of that, but I appreciate it. If.
_feral
Forum Posts: 842
Fire of Insight
11
Joined 23rd Jan 2021 Forum Posts: 842
A Letter From The Small Sliver Of Hope In Your Junk Drawer And What He Could Become
To whom it may concern,
All I want to be is
The one you miss from time to time
When you’re out with your friends or back at your folk’s place
When you feel more alone with them than you do yourself anyway
I want to be your warm welcome
All I want to be is the first person you call on the phone
When you find yourself panicked, shaken, and alone, Unable to sleep
I'll tell you . . . “I’m here.”
Can’t you see me? Because I see you.
Maybe you can see me.
But you can’t hear the words coming out of my mouth.
Over the sound of your grinding teeth
To you, I’ll always be the wind that blows above your head
The hand that’s out of reach
If you ever find yourself struggling to breathe.
I want to be the oxygen that flows through you right before you smoke your last cigarette
And when you contemplate death
I want to be the thought that says, “Don’t go. You’re not done yet.”
I don’t want to be the one you need.
I just want to be a some-what steady plot of land beneath your feet.
I want you to feel grounded.
All I want to be is a part of your life
Sincerely,
- The Small Sliver Of Hope In Your Junk Drawer
All I want to be is
The one you miss from time to time
When you’re out with your friends or back at your folk’s place
When you feel more alone with them than you do yourself anyway
I want to be your warm welcome
All I want to be is the first person you call on the phone
When you find yourself panicked, shaken, and alone, Unable to sleep
I'll tell you . . . “I’m here.”
Can’t you see me? Because I see you.
Maybe you can see me.
But you can’t hear the words coming out of my mouth.
Over the sound of your grinding teeth
To you, I’ll always be the wind that blows above your head
The hand that’s out of reach
If you ever find yourself struggling to breathe.
I want to be the oxygen that flows through you right before you smoke your last cigarette
And when you contemplate death
I want to be the thought that says, “Don’t go. You’re not done yet.”
I don’t want to be the one you need.
I just want to be a some-what steady plot of land beneath your feet.
I want you to feel grounded.
All I want to be is a part of your life
Sincerely,
- The Small Sliver Of Hope In Your Junk Drawer
Written by Braver_Than_A_Noun
(Andie...)
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cold_fusion
Forum Posts: 5181
Tyrant of Words
20
Joined 14th June 2017 Forum Posts: 5181
Outsider Art
The sordid individual is what’s
always appealed to me. A killer, recluse,
the cynic seen by none.
My artistic obsession has never grown beyond
a need to feel the sharpest blades of thought,
to stand outside oneself and be a self only,
and if the pen was born to dwell on guilt and misery,
there is a joy in this. The joy and pain of too far gone,
the deep Satanic element
retained not just as childish statement,
but human consciousness divine,
a sacred from the mere profane.
always appealed to me. A killer, recluse,
the cynic seen by none.
My artistic obsession has never grown beyond
a need to feel the sharpest blades of thought,
to stand outside oneself and be a self only,
and if the pen was born to dwell on guilt and misery,
there is a joy in this. The joy and pain of too far gone,
the deep Satanic element
retained not just as childish statement,
but human consciousness divine,
a sacred from the mere profane.
Written by Casted_Runes
(Mr Karswell)
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easoll
Joined 19th Aug 2022
Forum Posts: 7
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 7
nice
the only true and real moment
if I fall, let me lie
there in the
dirt and drink
it in like a thirsty
man needing
water
if I hate, let it be
pure and holy like
the eyes of a saint
beholding a
slaughtered
lamb
if I love, forgive
me, then turn
away with
disgust
if I die, erase my .
name from the sky,
then forget about
me
if I cry, laugh at
me, then tell
me that sorrow
is a clown burning
in effigy of
waste
if I dream, awaken
me and I will share
with you photograph's
of damnation
if I need comfort,
abandoned me
to the stillness
of entropy
if I want silence,
scream at me
until the mirror
shatters and all
reflections are
used up
it I lie, believe in
me like the belly
of the dead believes
it will never be
full again
the only true and real
moment is the moment
that is happening right
now
between
us
Written by buddhakitty
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Forum Posts: 5601
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
31
Joined 10th Jan 2021 Forum Posts: 5601
Land Of The Fee
Why sure,
have whatever you want
ya'll are free to choose,
just make sure to pay for it all before you leave.
How your ancestors must weep
for when they sold their lives
to keep their neighbours free
and noble was the land,
how truly noble,
that lost land of the free.
have whatever you want
ya'll are free to choose,
just make sure to pay for it all before you leave.
How your ancestors must weep
for when they sold their lives
to keep their neighbours free
and noble was the land,
how truly noble,
that lost land of the free.
Written by Viddax
(Lord Viddax)
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Forum Posts: 5601
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
31
Joined 10th Jan 2021 Forum Posts: 5601
The three vignette on nothing
one
Rabbit in the back field
Father got me to shoot it badly with a shotgun
we walked up, it was kicking pathetically
I still held the gun
He said "finish it."
I hesitated
It's eyes shining wide, nostrils flaring
"Finish it!!"
I hammered the shotgun butt
onto the rabbits head
"That's my boy!" He said, proudly
I look into its glazed eyes
I was numb
That death ment nothing
two
Anthony Dent
School friend, asthma patient
Died very young
we traveled in buses
To line up and kiss him goodbye in his coffin
He looked like he was sleeping
But I knew better
He was dead as that rabbit I felled with the gun
Ice cold skin
Nothing behind his closed eyes
We all came out wailing and crying
Went home in buses
Over three bridges
three
Pain in my chest
Saturday night
Lots of charlie
Autumn '98
Grew intense like fire so drove myself to A and E
Collapsed at the door
Heart attack confirmed
Passing out, feeling cold
Anthony Dent lying amongst flowers
Dead rabbit in the brown grass
My eyes fade out...
I awake
I'm alive, but can confirm no insight
to death except
Nothing
Rabbit in the back field
Father got me to shoot it badly with a shotgun
we walked up, it was kicking pathetically
I still held the gun
He said "finish it."
I hesitated
It's eyes shining wide, nostrils flaring
"Finish it!!"
I hammered the shotgun butt
onto the rabbits head
"That's my boy!" He said, proudly
I look into its glazed eyes
I was numb
That death ment nothing
two
Anthony Dent
School friend, asthma patient
Died very young
we traveled in buses
To line up and kiss him goodbye in his coffin
He looked like he was sleeping
But I knew better
He was dead as that rabbit I felled with the gun
Ice cold skin
Nothing behind his closed eyes
We all came out wailing and crying
Went home in buses
Over three bridges
three
Pain in my chest
Saturday night
Lots of charlie
Autumn '98
Grew intense like fire so drove myself to A and E
Collapsed at the door
Heart attack confirmed
Passing out, feeling cold
Anthony Dent lying amongst flowers
Dead rabbit in the brown grass
My eyes fade out...
I awake
I'm alive, but can confirm no insight
to death except
Nothing
Written by Jezkeebs
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Forum Posts: 5601
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
31
Joined 10th Jan 2021 Forum Posts: 5601
Being with Alison
I was almost her
Before the bony fingers
Of time
Began to tug my face
Like putty, sinkening
Under merciless groping
Pinching and plying my skin into
Mean, furrowed clefts
She’s beautiful
And when she laughs
Her hair lifts off her breasts
Her eyes search for the vulnerable
And the yearning.
We suffer while
She occupies the space where we all breathe
I feel myself disappear.
I examine with lumbering dread
My hands
As they evaporate
My legs that blur into a vapy fog
The contours of my face soften into obscurity
My mind is a flurry
Of distress
And in the wedge of space
I still possess
I perch on my haunches,
A vulture,
Brimming with despair
She is my torment
And I am a creature of remorse.
Before the bony fingers
Of time
Began to tug my face
Like putty, sinkening
Under merciless groping
Pinching and plying my skin into
Mean, furrowed clefts
She’s beautiful
And when she laughs
Her hair lifts off her breasts
Her eyes search for the vulnerable
And the yearning.
We suffer while
She occupies the space where we all breathe
I feel myself disappear.
I examine with lumbering dread
My hands
As they evaporate
My legs that blur into a vapy fog
The contours of my face soften into obscurity
My mind is a flurry
Of distress
And in the wedge of space
I still possess
I perch on my haunches,
A vulture,
Brimming with despair
She is my torment
And I am a creature of remorse.
Written by PerfumeandTaffy
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