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Jordan
D.O.C.
Thought Provoker
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The Flourishing Corpse

or  
 
The Perennial Amorphophallus Titanum  
 
"Mother Nature sucks in basically being a whore."  
-- The Basics of Biology  
 
*  
 
Of all the flowers in her garden, Earth prefers the "corpse" --  
its shape a phallus which each flower lover's fancy warps,  
the spathe in bloom the color of a deep-red piece of meat,  
discharging an aroma rich though somewhat less than sweet,  
a blend of garlic, rotting fish, and decomposing flesh,  
along with feces, sock sweat, cheese, and parts of Bangladesh,  
enticing stink bugs, sucking lice, and faithful fleas and flies,  
the stench of death an old, familiar funk they recognize,  
each pest expecting innards fresh and warmish on its plate  
exploited by the corpse to other corpses pollinate,  
the phallic plant collapsing after sex a flaccid prick --  
till rising resurrected yet a whoring Nature's trick.  
 
*  
 
a dedication of Respect  
for  
the reek of each hard  
Truth  
 
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on  
the sentimental anthophiles  
whom Mother Nature full beguiles  
 
march, 2023 --  Evolution yet the other unintelligent "designer" sans good manners  
(let alone grace)  
Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you Jordan for your entry. Can you do that in spoken words? (video) Thank You.

Mayumi
Thought Provoker
Philippines
Joined 1st Apr 2018
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Yellow is the New Red

Dreary aches  
Bleed from the same Red  
That have given me life  
As it fulfil my needs  
To live and be loved  
All at the same light  
Yet you shattered me to pieces  
With your deceitful lies  
 
How can I smile?  
When you bore me pain  
How can i feel?  
When you drive me insane  
How can i find peace?  
When you are the turmoil within my reach  
How can i love?  
When hate becomes a parody of it  
 
Like a filthy persistent mist  
I anchor myself in hue  
A burst of bright yellow  
To brace myself anew  
A sunny feel and joyous stint  
For everyone i know  
Because love could grow too  
From amongst friends who cherish you.  
 
(C)mai4.10.23
Written by Mayumi
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LunaGreyhawk
Dangerous Mind
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Half-Spent Wishes

Dandelion in the spring,  
half your wishes spent;
carried off on tattered wing,  
astride hope’s last lament  
 
purchased wind that wanting bought,  
secured upon dead air;  
were they wasted without thought,  
dispensed without a care?  
 
was each plucked with great concern,  
did you and Love conspire?  
placed in hands that upwards yearn,  
where action meets desire?  
 
gently to the earth I blow,  
down where all the wishes go  
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Grace
IDryad
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Mayumi and LunaGreyhawk thank you for your participation. However add in a video, as this is a spoken word competition.

PoetSpeak
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Joined 17th Nov 2013
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PoetSpeak
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Flowers

Little bit of writer's block
Chasing beauty
Sometimes found in a picture you took
That had had to be documented
Knowing when you took it
It could end up in a poem
 
Flowers
Friends
Beacons of their own truth
Sharing wisdom
Finding grace
Full bloom
 
 
Written by PoetSpeak
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PoetSpeak
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Joined 17th Nov 2013
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PoetSpeak
Tyrant of Words
United States 56awards
Joined 17th Nov 2013
Forum Posts: 168

Flowers

Little bit of writer's block
Chasing beauty
Sometimes found in a picture you took
That had had to be documented
Knowing when you took it
It could end up in a poem
 
Flowers
Friends
Beacons of their own truth
Sharing wisdom
Finding grace
Full bloom
 
 
Written by PoetSpeak
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PoetSpeak
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Thetravelingfairy
Fire of Insight
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Joined 12th July 2017
Forum Posts: 286

Beauty is a Rose

beauty is a rose
soft and pink
dwelling in a garden
and hidden by weeds
she clothes you in her scent
she bursts in the spring
and even when the seasons change
beauty is asleep
she endures relentless rain
she weathers monsoons
growing ever taller through these trials
beauty is alive and free

beauty is a rose
trampled by heavy feet
ignored by other flowers
their roots will never meet
they shun her
pluck her delicate petals
and cut her thorny stem
stick her in a little vase
beauty cannot satisfy them

beauty is a rose
fading away
her thorns prick hungry hands
her leaves are turning gray
the ground has called her home
no matter how hard she tries
she’s been running from the truth
beauty now dies
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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poet Anonymous

Hi Grace

I plan on coming back for an entry soon. However I thought I’d post this here for this spoken word comp as it’s apparent that not all people might know how to add video to their poems.

I made a spoken word / video DU how to guide over lockdown:

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/groups/loud-speaker-poetry/discussion/3964/

Hope this helps other entrants x

Grace
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Thetravelingfairy and poetspeak, thank you for your entry, and this is a spoken word competition. i hope you can insert the videos with your poems.
Thank you so much, Missy. I hope the entrants do insert the videos before the end of the competition.

Kou_Indigo
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
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Two Beautiful Flowers

- Two Beautiful Flowers -

Too beautiful for winter’s frost,
Is, the black rose that I ever am!
Now in spring I feel not so lost…
Without cold ice, upon the land!

It hath been a hot dawning of springtime,
More like summer in its’ caressing feel…
And though the flowers art ever sublime,
This year’s spring feels somewhat unreal.
I longed for it all through the winter chill,
But that longing paled, before one other!
I remember the snow, so bleak and still,
And felt by all that starkness smothered.
For I missed my flowers, and blue sky…
And all the small joys that were not there.
Butterflies, and fireflies, and doves’ cry,
Cloudless days, with only the azure air!

But now that it is here and in full bloom,
I have wondered what it is that feels off.
Why some bright days, I feel of gloom…
Even when all the stars of night art aloft!
I sought solace in gardens and revelries,
Yet my thoughts were drawn far away…
With many daydreams and pleasantries,
That, like gray phantoms, doth not stay.
Far off, an: ivy grows in a city of sorrow,
And, I hear her cries, when she is sad…
Sometimes they fade, with the morrow.
But ever I yearn to make her feel glad!

Art we connected in the soul, like this?
Mayhap there art bonds ever deeper…
Vestiges of past lifetimes of joyful bliss,
Acted out, within life’s massive theater.
We lived, laughed, loved, and danced,
Across the ages, to our chaotic music!
Will we learn where our feet pranced?
And which lives were happy, or tragic.
We hath all of this life to discover joy,
Anew, as if it were something so rare!
For an eternal love cannot forever die,
Like spring, it endures, blossoming fair.

Too beautiful for a lifeless city,
Is the loveliness of my sweet ivy!
Hasten unto my side, my flower…
When cometh, our perfect hour!
Written by Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Kou_Indigo
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
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Christmas Rose

- Christmas Rose -

As Christmas so fades into the mists of time,
For this year, I thought to capture in rhyme…
Some sort of sublime meaning: some depth.
But as the air chills and frosty is the breath,
I think of a certain Rose, and her fair beauty.
If all this world is a garden filled with dignity,
Her graceful hues are bright, and unfading…
And so as Christmas fades, thus anticipating:
The new-year to come, she is still so lovely!
Is it any wonder she moves my heart subtly?
With warmth in words, in heart, soul, mind…
And sweetness that never leaves me behind,
To ponder where her loving presence dwells.
She is with me in spirit as the wind so swells,
As the snow falls down, as all the ice forms…
Yet when I think of her, chill winter warms,
And I feel as though spring has come again.
The petals of flowers, carried on the wind…
Rather than the snowflakes and their shapes,
Which tumble to the ground and there waits:
The carpeting of pale design: which snow is.
Instead of that, I swear I see summer bliss…
Grassy meadows where butterflies may flit,
Where I might see my Rose and with her sit.
Time is nothing, when eternal are our souls…
And I feel immortal, when thinking of Rose,
Who brings me joy all throughout the year!
For, she is there, when bitter fall my tears…
And when I walk in my garden free of care,
I feel her presence, as if she was also there.
So when I thought to pen a Christmas poem,
My thoughts strayed far from this my home.
They flew to my Rose and finding my muse,
In her loveliness, I penned this simple truth:
For all in this poem is true, within my heart,
Where a fair Rose blooms, never to depart.
Written by Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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