Poetry competition CLOSED 11th April 2023 3:25pm
WINNER
monovox128 (Philis PriceDean)
monovox128 (Philis PriceDean)
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MadameLavender
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God’s Character
There, Within
Though it seems a bit improper
Properly I shall remark
Now that we are all together
Listen well; my little Arc
Whom among the mortals knoweth
Whom among the living say
Why the daylight gives its pow'r
For the best and perfect day
He who gives the rule of knowledge
He who still deposed kings
ELOHIM is all with glory
He who knows the secret things
By him, princes rule and reign
By him fields obtain the rain
By him kingdoms fall and gain
By him, all things live
To love again
He gives strength and takes away
By his wisdom we obey
From him all the worlds consist
And by his life will still persist
We will see th'eternal shore
Be confident in mercies more
Alas; I've seen the crystal sea
Prepared for you, prepared for me
I've walked along the sands of time
I've seen the grace of perfect rhyme
Together We can find it too
Within us both; with me and you
Within that secret place of man
Resides the best and perfect plan
Bestowed to all a perfect nation
Gifted for His revelation
Properly I shall remark
Now that we are all together
Listen well; my little Arc
Whom among the mortals knoweth
Whom among the living say
Why the daylight gives its pow'r
For the best and perfect day
He who gives the rule of knowledge
He who still deposed kings
ELOHIM is all with glory
He who knows the secret things
By him, princes rule and reign
By him fields obtain the rain
By him kingdoms fall and gain
By him, all things live
To love again
He gives strength and takes away
By his wisdom we obey
From him all the worlds consist
And by his life will still persist
We will see th'eternal shore
Be confident in mercies more
Alas; I've seen the crystal sea
Prepared for you, prepared for me
I've walked along the sands of time
I've seen the grace of perfect rhyme
Together We can find it too
Within us both; with me and you
Within that secret place of man
Resides the best and perfect plan
Bestowed to all a perfect nation
Gifted for His revelation
Written by EleazarSwan
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Maranatha, Maranatha!
At cloudless noon, or midnight bare
I long to see you by-and-by
To walk the crystal seas we share
And soar like angels in the sky
A sea of glass, a land so bright
And armies there are trained to fight
A throne of glory, heaven's own
Where ends of ends are there and shown
Our worthless toils--for pay and bread
A life of strife to lay one's head!
Was man created for this life
Where some is pain and all is strife?
Where moments that we save for years
Are gone in graves and many tears?
Is this our call, our soul's desire
To greet our moments like a fire?
Here today, and soon no more
As embers of that wooden door
Can this be it? To rise and toil
To grieve, and cry and grasp your soil?
To soon be buried, to soon be gone
To soon to dust, to soon is dawn
How long, o army!
How long, commander!
Maranatha
Maranatha!
I long to see you by-and-by
To walk the crystal seas we share
And soar like angels in the sky
A sea of glass, a land so bright
And armies there are trained to fight
A throne of glory, heaven's own
Where ends of ends are there and shown
Our worthless toils--for pay and bread
A life of strife to lay one's head!
Was man created for this life
Where some is pain and all is strife?
Where moments that we save for years
Are gone in graves and many tears?
Is this our call, our soul's desire
To greet our moments like a fire?
Here today, and soon no more
As embers of that wooden door
Can this be it? To rise and toil
To grieve, and cry and grasp your soil?
To soon be buried, to soon be gone
To soon to dust, to soon is dawn
How long, o army!
How long, commander!
Maranatha
Maranatha!
Written by EleazarSwan
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For karov is HaYom
Who is John, and who am I?
To think the end is coming nigh
For nearer still than yesterday
Are trumpets of the judgement day.
No eye can see, nor mind discern
What God has planned for His return
A day when all is plain and bare
And nothing will be hidden there
No heart deceives nor tounge persuades
No beating heart the dark invades
A day the righteous are to share
And nothing will be hidden there
A day when war will cease its call
A day when pride will take its fall
A time to judge the overlooked
A time to open every book
Before this great and terrible day
A season comes to stay and play
When men of reason, books and letter
And tarred by grief and mocked with feather
Where every kind of wicked bird
Is just as good as every word
Where bats are red, and red is king
And all the nations kiss its ring
Ye men who seek the truth unfurled
Renew your mind from this old world,
Put on your armor, gird your sabre
And trust in God, our perfect savior.
To think the end is coming nigh
For nearer still than yesterday
Are trumpets of the judgement day.
No eye can see, nor mind discern
What God has planned for His return
A day when all is plain and bare
And nothing will be hidden there
No heart deceives nor tounge persuades
No beating heart the dark invades
A day the righteous are to share
And nothing will be hidden there
A day when war will cease its call
A day when pride will take its fall
A time to judge the overlooked
A time to open every book
Before this great and terrible day
A season comes to stay and play
When men of reason, books and letter
And tarred by grief and mocked with feather
Where every kind of wicked bird
Is just as good as every word
Where bats are red, and red is king
And all the nations kiss its ring
Ye men who seek the truth unfurled
Renew your mind from this old world,
Put on your armor, gird your sabre
And trust in God, our perfect savior.
Written by EleazarSwan
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A Swan Call
I will awake to greet your dawn
To thank you for your many ways
For men are vain and work is strife
But you are giver of all life
You are giver of all days
Who can know you or your son?
Whom to him has been revealed?
By your song you quell the nations
By your hand they fade away
By your love this great elation
Grants the world a brighter day
We have seen the wrath in waiting
We have heard the cries of youth
We have felt the mind sedating
We have touched the tribes of truth
Who can know what you are planning?
Who can know the mind of He--
Who by His word created mountains
And the flower and the sea
By His great and mighty power
By His straightened perfect Way
He can make a day an hour
Or stretch and hour to a day
O, man--arise from your slumber!
To thank you for your many ways
For men are vain and work is strife
But you are giver of all life
You are giver of all days
Who can know you or your son?
Whom to him has been revealed?
By your song you quell the nations
By your hand they fade away
By your love this great elation
Grants the world a brighter day
We have seen the wrath in waiting
We have heard the cries of youth
We have felt the mind sedating
We have touched the tribes of truth
Who can know what you are planning?
Who can know the mind of He--
Who by His word created mountains
And the flower and the sea
By His great and mighty power
By His straightened perfect Way
He can make a day an hour
Or stretch and hour to a day
O, man--arise from your slumber!
Written by EleazarSwan
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God is real, but he's lazy
I had an interview with God, I said I thought he was a fraud.
Then he sent me back to Earth, and he cursed me for my birth.
So I went to see Satan, he was standing there waiting and his skin was all fiery and red.
I looked in his eyes and asked 'God's just all lies?'
He nodded and in a loud voice he said....
God is real but he's lazy, he's so fucking crazy!
All the prayer he don't care, he just sits there in bliss.
Even when people die, he just dont bat an eye,
Who would have faith in a God such as this?
So I went back to Earth but the Devil couldn't come,
He said he had to stay there in Hell.
So I went to a crowd and said 'Everyone gather round!'
There is something that I greatly wish the tell....
God is real but he's lazy, he's so fucking crazy!
All the prayer he don't care, he just sits there in bliss.
Even when people die, he just dont bat an eye,
Who would have faith in a God such as this?
The crowd didn't like what I had to say,
I was met with increasing aggression.
They chopped off my head that's it I was dead,
All for questioning their religious obsession.
Before the axe fell and the crowds mighty cheer,
I was met by Death's icy kiss.
The last thought in my head, as the blood poured out red,
Was who would have faith in a God such as this?
God is real but he's lazy, he's so fucking crazy!
All the prayer he don't care, he just sits there in bliss.
Even when people die, he just dont bat an eye,
Why must we live in a world such as this?
Then he sent me back to Earth, and he cursed me for my birth.
So I went to see Satan, he was standing there waiting and his skin was all fiery and red.
I looked in his eyes and asked 'God's just all lies?'
He nodded and in a loud voice he said....
God is real but he's lazy, he's so fucking crazy!
All the prayer he don't care, he just sits there in bliss.
Even when people die, he just dont bat an eye,
Who would have faith in a God such as this?
So I went back to Earth but the Devil couldn't come,
He said he had to stay there in Hell.
So I went to a crowd and said 'Everyone gather round!'
There is something that I greatly wish the tell....
God is real but he's lazy, he's so fucking crazy!
All the prayer he don't care, he just sits there in bliss.
Even when people die, he just dont bat an eye,
Who would have faith in a God such as this?
The crowd didn't like what I had to say,
I was met with increasing aggression.
They chopped off my head that's it I was dead,
All for questioning their religious obsession.
Before the axe fell and the crowds mighty cheer,
I was met by Death's icy kiss.
The last thought in my head, as the blood poured out red,
Was who would have faith in a God such as this?
God is real but he's lazy, he's so fucking crazy!
All the prayer he don't care, he just sits there in bliss.
Even when people die, he just dont bat an eye,
Why must we live in a world such as this?
Written by Adzy
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Monstrosity
I only see bleached bones ahead
For the entire human race;
All freshly radioactive dead
On cruise control through outer space.
They had no reason to stay alive
With God so eagerly calling them home
Where seventy seven virgins thrive
Like angels in an aerodrome!
Why keep the carcass in one piece
When afterlives are fucking great
And all the death squad hate police
We'll thank for sealing mortal fate
When all we did was waste our time
Fretting about human rights abuse
As heaven's the catch-all paradigm
For any lame immoral excuse,
Which your secular neighbor never used...
Being existentially unexcused.
For the entire human race;
All freshly radioactive dead
On cruise control through outer space.
They had no reason to stay alive
With God so eagerly calling them home
Where seventy seven virgins thrive
Like angels in an aerodrome!
Why keep the carcass in one piece
When afterlives are fucking great
And all the death squad hate police
We'll thank for sealing mortal fate
When all we did was waste our time
Fretting about human rights abuse
As heaven's the catch-all paradigm
For any lame immoral excuse,
Which your secular neighbor never used...
Being existentially unexcused.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Intelligent Design?
How are bullets and babies the same?
See how one might be like the other
In the universal life and death game
Where one is made by nature's mother,
And the other by man is created
For all her domain to endanger
In a process just as automated
As a fallopian baby arranger,
Which like a rifle is a kind of tube,
And tubes are where things can get stuck
As in a round hole by a cube
For a gynecologic cluster fuck...
As bad as when machine guns are jammed,
And both by plans needing re-diagrammed.
See how one might be like the other
In the universal life and death game
Where one is made by nature's mother,
And the other by man is created
For all her domain to endanger
In a process just as automated
As a fallopian baby arranger,
Which like a rifle is a kind of tube,
And tubes are where things can get stuck
As in a round hole by a cube
For a gynecologic cluster fuck...
As bad as when machine guns are jammed,
And both by plans needing re-diagrammed.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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The Phantom Discourse
I was with various people I knew,
Now shades in a hereafter soiree dream,
Who had bid actuality adieu
To make merry by some Morphean stream
Just outside a sliding patio door
Whose glass blocked a hint of yuletide chill
Those elder ghosts had no wish to explore
As by conversation they got their thrill.
They mingled under open beam decor
And sought not the galactic expanse
Since the colloquy of heaven's rapport
Was the primary human happenstance
Granting heaven, or hell, within a breath...
And yada-yada beyond sudden death.
Now shades in a hereafter soiree dream,
Who had bid actuality adieu
To make merry by some Morphean stream
Just outside a sliding patio door
Whose glass blocked a hint of yuletide chill
Those elder ghosts had no wish to explore
As by conversation they got their thrill.
They mingled under open beam decor
And sought not the galactic expanse
Since the colloquy of heaven's rapport
Was the primary human happenstance
Granting heaven, or hell, within a breath...
And yada-yada beyond sudden death.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Dear Johnny Corncobb,
When your rustic hate is on display...
YOU ARE THE TERRORIST...
Good people wish would go away
To learn to play a different way
Or search for love you clearly missed
When your rustic hate was on display
Back in the hateful rustic day
When your bullets became doomsday grist
Good people wished would go away
Since heaven has no hell to pay
Until with anger you enlist
When your rustic hate is on display,
Like your fetish rifle array,
Because your mind is in a twist
Good people wish would go away
And never return from that foray
Of automated weapon list
Where the rustic hate you all display
Needs to go..all the fuck away!
YOU ARE THE TERRORIST...
Good people wish would go away
To learn to play a different way
Or search for love you clearly missed
When your rustic hate was on display
Back in the hateful rustic day
When your bullets became doomsday grist
Good people wished would go away
Since heaven has no hell to pay
Until with anger you enlist
When your rustic hate is on display,
Like your fetish rifle array,
Because your mind is in a twist
Good people wish would go away
And never return from that foray
Of automated weapon list
Where the rustic hate you all display
Needs to go..all the fuck away!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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A Sapphic Talibanic
Fuck it. Curse those who embrace death and quibble
to be from our cerebra fast divorced
or abandon every bodacious scribble...
carnally endorsed.
Why from a yearning are so many averse
and hand off their fates to common hate and war
renting too much the services of a hearse...
rather than a whore?
And certainly there is no perfection there
but I would have scandal with her helping hand
forevermore than more bombers in the air,
savaging the land.
And so we wrench experimental tools
to reduce the absurd from all our thoughts
swapping soldiers for lesser porn star fools,
and their money shots...
for these are the shots from which mankind survives,
even when they fill the sockets of the eye,
or festoons the tits on extra horny wives,
or an open thigh!
Think not of urethrae for the piss they piss
but as an auger for convocated seed
mobilized by a tumescent friendly kiss,
and a special greed.
How is all this not superior to pain?
Save the piss for the fundamentalist goon
who would upon all beauty some burqas deign,
as a crude buffoon...
spending nights with an AK-47
rather than experiencing mortal love
due to deceitful promises of heaven...
in afterlife above.
to be from our cerebra fast divorced
or abandon every bodacious scribble...
carnally endorsed.
Why from a yearning are so many averse
and hand off their fates to common hate and war
renting too much the services of a hearse...
rather than a whore?
And certainly there is no perfection there
but I would have scandal with her helping hand
forevermore than more bombers in the air,
savaging the land.
And so we wrench experimental tools
to reduce the absurd from all our thoughts
swapping soldiers for lesser porn star fools,
and their money shots...
for these are the shots from which mankind survives,
even when they fill the sockets of the eye,
or festoons the tits on extra horny wives,
or an open thigh!
Think not of urethrae for the piss they piss
but as an auger for convocated seed
mobilized by a tumescent friendly kiss,
and a special greed.
How is all this not superior to pain?
Save the piss for the fundamentalist goon
who would upon all beauty some burqas deign,
as a crude buffoon...
spending nights with an AK-47
rather than experiencing mortal love
due to deceitful promises of heaven...
in afterlife above.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Not What You Think
would it change anything
if you found out that god
isn’t what you think?
what if god is queer
or black
or female?
what if god is transexual
buddhist
republican?
what if god is a party animal
a raiders fan
into kinky sex?
would you still pray
if god
isn’t what you think?
what if god is african
russian
antarctican?
what if god is aggressive
boring
intelligent?
what if god is kind
generous
compassionate?
would you still pray
if god
isn’t what you think?
what if god doesn’t go to church on sunday
doesn’t punish sinners
thinks the bible is a bunch of fairytales?
what if god is not real
imaginary
a myth?
would you still pray
if you found out that god
isn’t what you think?
would that change anything?
if you found out that god
isn’t what you think?
what if god is queer
or black
or female?
what if god is transexual
buddhist
republican?
what if god is a party animal
a raiders fan
into kinky sex?
would you still pray
if god
isn’t what you think?
what if god is african
russian
antarctican?
what if god is aggressive
boring
intelligent?
what if god is kind
generous
compassionate?
would you still pray
if god
isn’t what you think?
what if god doesn’t go to church on sunday
doesn’t punish sinners
thinks the bible is a bunch of fairytales?
what if god is not real
imaginary
a myth?
would you still pray
if you found out that god
isn’t what you think?
would that change anything?
Written by Kinkpoet
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God... The Power
The God... an intangible force
who is formless, who has no colour
who is truth, who does justice
N who moves the universe,
the one who pervades the whole universe,
the one who runs this whole universe under Karma. It is an infinite power always present within us.
On the earth, in the inferno and in the sky. the same power exists in all the three worlds.
the one which is invisible, the one that we can feel,
that gives us an energy, that make us mature,
Every born child, every growing plant assures us that a power called God is still not angry with us.
Who is an amazing artist who has created countless creations.
the one who made creatures like animals, humans, birds, insects n trees
who elaborated veins on each leaves (by my approach trees also have soul).
the one who created the river, sea, mountains, water falls and shores.
the one who made the peacock's feathers rainbow, who drew lines on the squirrel's body,
who showed an amazing art on many bodies like giraffe, cheetah, turtle, fish n butterflies.
Who is a magician too who fills peas in peel, who produces milk in mother's breasts, who fills water in coconut and the one who fills seeds in pomegranate. He is omnipresent and who is infinite, who is the protector of our breath n who even breaks the thread of our life.
God (Power) is one only, not many, he is today, will be tomorrow, n he will be in every moment of time, he is in the air, cloud, water and land and will always be..
who is formless, who has no colour
who is truth, who does justice
N who moves the universe,
the one who pervades the whole universe,
the one who runs this whole universe under Karma. It is an infinite power always present within us.
On the earth, in the inferno and in the sky. the same power exists in all the three worlds.
the one which is invisible, the one that we can feel,
that gives us an energy, that make us mature,
Every born child, every growing plant assures us that a power called God is still not angry with us.
Who is an amazing artist who has created countless creations.
the one who made creatures like animals, humans, birds, insects n trees
who elaborated veins on each leaves (by my approach trees also have soul).
the one who created the river, sea, mountains, water falls and shores.
the one who made the peacock's feathers rainbow, who drew lines on the squirrel's body,
who showed an amazing art on many bodies like giraffe, cheetah, turtle, fish n butterflies.
Who is a magician too who fills peas in peel, who produces milk in mother's breasts, who fills water in coconut and the one who fills seeds in pomegranate. He is omnipresent and who is infinite, who is the protector of our breath n who even breaks the thread of our life.
God (Power) is one only, not many, he is today, will be tomorrow, n he will be in every moment of time, he is in the air, cloud, water and land and will always be..
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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god stole my gun last night
god stole my gun last night
right from my locked car
center console
i bet he didn't look anything like my sunday school god
hunched
in a filthy hoodie
thumping the top of a shim
with a gloved and open palm
at night, no doubt
so as to not be seen
by mere mortals
i know he didn’t smash the window
didn’t leave a trace or a scratch
i bet he at least had a beard
god stole my gun last night
he left the door cracked
waving just a little bit
just so I knew
that’s the first sign
i saw that i had been
touched by an angel
My heart skipped when I saw it
but I’m no stranger to intrusion
i’ve given and taken
taken so, so much
he left the console open
but not wholly so
It wasn’t even close
to closed
my second sign
of divine
intervention
i fell into the car with my wife
we had fallen out overnight
so when she saw and asked
i told her i did it anyway
there is enough darkness
hung over our door
for one day
we don't have the proper silverware
for a visit from big G god
God stole my gun last night
He didn’t take anything else
and there was nothing else
ripe for picking
i saw no blue light
no uniforms going door to door
like the times before
i saw no clipboard
no other victims milling about
complaining about the useless gates
we all pay for
this God came for me alone
how could he have known?
i didn’t
now he's sleeping
on a bench
in the park again
god stole my gun last night
he picked it up, so i couldn't
he felt the metallic heft
the raw
always-available power
of a firearm
he wondered who made these things
which greedy and absolutist
heavenly colleague?
i hope he held it lightly, between finger and thumb
like the rust on the slide wasn’t rust
but mud, or something sticky
i don’t know what he did with it
that’s not for me to know.
i know he didn’t leave it there
to do that thing it does
make metaphorical messes into real ones
might have dropped it at a pawn shop
god stole my gun last night, and it saved my life
right from my locked car
center console
i bet he didn't look anything like my sunday school god
hunched
in a filthy hoodie
thumping the top of a shim
with a gloved and open palm
at night, no doubt
so as to not be seen
by mere mortals
i know he didn’t smash the window
didn’t leave a trace or a scratch
i bet he at least had a beard
god stole my gun last night
he left the door cracked
waving just a little bit
just so I knew
that’s the first sign
i saw that i had been
touched by an angel
My heart skipped when I saw it
but I’m no stranger to intrusion
i’ve given and taken
taken so, so much
he left the console open
but not wholly so
It wasn’t even close
to closed
my second sign
of divine
intervention
i fell into the car with my wife
we had fallen out overnight
so when she saw and asked
i told her i did it anyway
there is enough darkness
hung over our door
for one day
we don't have the proper silverware
for a visit from big G god
God stole my gun last night
He didn’t take anything else
and there was nothing else
ripe for picking
i saw no blue light
no uniforms going door to door
like the times before
i saw no clipboard
no other victims milling about
complaining about the useless gates
we all pay for
this God came for me alone
how could he have known?
i didn’t
now he's sleeping
on a bench
in the park again
god stole my gun last night
he picked it up, so i couldn't
he felt the metallic heft
the raw
always-available power
of a firearm
he wondered who made these things
which greedy and absolutist
heavenly colleague?
i hope he held it lightly, between finger and thumb
like the rust on the slide wasn’t rust
but mud, or something sticky
i don’t know what he did with it
that’s not for me to know.
i know he didn’t leave it there
to do that thing it does
make metaphorical messes into real ones
might have dropped it at a pawn shop
god stole my gun last night, and it saved my life
Written by GreaterPeril
(Jared from the Backwoods)
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SAVIOR
jesus
was my bright
light
made holy
in my young mind
by whip and nail,
thorn and blood --
my rebel god, cast out,
betrayed and broken,
and it didn't matter
if he was made
of flesh or ether
but that he
hung in effigy
behind that alter,
humbled,
forsaken,
abandoned
same as what i felt
and that he promised
to set me free
and so i loved him
even when
my heart
knew better
(59 unique words)
was my bright
light
made holy
in my young mind
by whip and nail,
thorn and blood --
my rebel god, cast out,
betrayed and broken,
and it didn't matter
if he was made
of flesh or ether
but that he
hung in effigy
behind that alter,
humbled,
forsaken,
abandoned
same as what i felt
and that he promised
to set me free
and so i loved him
even when
my heart
knew better
(59 unique words)
Written by javalini
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