Poetry competition CLOSED 25th July 2023 11:07pm
WINNER
PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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spiritual
Poetry Contest Description
Non erotic but emotional.
Write a spiritual dark poem with no more than 50 words. Using the words, "kimono," "Fujiyama," and "Hibachi."
Seen through the dark glaucoma
tripping Hibachi's twilight sake
over Fujiyama's bamboo staccato
wrapped in a cold breath kimono
listening to my dying Winona
with a silence of weeping dominos
dripping from the moon's cornea
Hole Volcanic Deep Plugged --
Full Spewing Each Flatulent Eruption
"On being tossed into sacred Mt. Fujiyama, most beautiful Japanese virgin spirits crapped their kimonos."
-- an ancient Japanese ghost story
once told on campouts at each witching time of night
round the dark charcoals in the hibachi
*
My naked spirit chilly sans kimono its hibachi lit
when on my soul Mt. Fujiyama hurled and hiccupped hot ash shit.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the burning Pain of erupting spiritual hemorrhoids
either internal or external --
ancient japanese piles or otherwise
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
the multitudes of ethereal no things
(as well as the plagues of weeny things soulful)
july, 2023 -- film star winona ryder tragically too old these days to be cast
the beautiful american pregnant virgin spirit cast
into fictional mt. helena bonham carter
*
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Contest: Spiritual
Prompt: Using the words "kimono," "Fujiyama," and "hibachi," write a spiritual, dark poem of no more than fifty words.
Sponsor: adagio
Form: Couplet in Iambic Octameter
Literary Devices: Irony, Personification, Assonance, Alliteration, Inversion, Rhyme, Pun,
and Brevity: The "Soul" of Wit (oh -- and Figurative Language to boot)
Theme: The Emotional Brain in the Dark, Its Neural Lights Being Off
Poem's Word Count: 21 -- the number representing a strong connection between the physical world of Reality and the "spiritual" realm of fantasy
"On being tossed into sacred Mt. Fujiyama, most beautiful Japanese virgin spirits crapped their kimonos."
-- an ancient Japanese ghost story
once told on campouts at each witching time of night
round the dark charcoals in the hibachi
*
My naked spirit chilly sans kimono its hibachi lit
when on my soul Mt. Fujiyama hurled and hiccupped hot ash shit.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the burning Pain of erupting spiritual hemorrhoids
either internal or external --
ancient japanese piles or otherwise
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
the multitudes of ethereal no things
(as well as the plagues of weeny things soulful)
july, 2023 -- film star winona ryder tragically too old these days to be cast
the beautiful american pregnant virgin spirit cast
into fictional mt. helena bonham carter
*
feetnote
Contest: Spiritual
Prompt: Using the words "kimono," "Fujiyama," and "hibachi," write a spiritual, dark poem of no more than fifty words.
Sponsor: adagio
Form: Couplet in Iambic Octameter
Literary Devices: Irony, Personification, Assonance, Alliteration, Inversion, Rhyme, Pun,
and Brevity: The "Soul" of Wit (oh -- and Figurative Language to boot)
Theme: The Emotional Brain in the Dark, Its Neural Lights Being Off
Poem's Word Count: 21 -- the number representing a strong connection between the physical world of Reality and the "spiritual" realm of fantasy
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Pleasant repast
It was while she observed Fujiyama
In the distance in its full glory
That Nabuka, dressed in her colorful kimono,
Prepared a simple meal of rice and fish
Over her hibachi
Silently praying that it would be
Suitable for her honorable guest
In the distance in its full glory
That Nabuka, dressed in her colorful kimono,
Prepared a simple meal of rice and fish
Over her hibachi
Silently praying that it would be
Suitable for her honorable guest
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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The Fujyiama's sunset
The sunset over the Fujiyama
speaks of abandonment,
but a wanderer weeps on his tatami.
Dance in kimono's delight.
The wind shines like heaven's volcanoes.
The morning Hibachi for virtuous water.
The desert's montain!
The body aches for red velvet kimono
as in the night of dream's agony.
The wind is a luscious Hibachi.
The desert's rapture dew drops.
The night shines like no moon.
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Axon
My first emotion of you
is you can't resist my one notion
of your looks is my uknown first kiss.When will i receive relief from your own hands. I want to temper with your love so you can strike again.
My sweet thunder, my sweet thunder.
Your shadow recommends we get higher, god thou art, you and i fire. My one axon has a billion feelings you and I add. When will i receive relief from your own hands. I want to temper with your love so you can strike again.
My sweet thunder.. my sweet thunder.
is you can't resist my one notion
of your looks is my uknown first kiss.When will i receive relief from your own hands. I want to temper with your love so you can strike again.
My sweet thunder, my sweet thunder.
Your shadow recommends we get higher, god thou art, you and i fire. My one axon has a billion feelings you and I add. When will i receive relief from your own hands. I want to temper with your love so you can strike again.
My sweet thunder.. my sweet thunder.
Written by Angeliki
(Angela Psyhopoulos)
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lost souls
Fujiyama's gaze holds them grey,
Souls cloaked in kimono grey,
Dancing, amidst shadows, on coals of Hibachi's sway.
Trials contorted to a labyrinth, they are lost
Seeking inner light haunted by the eternal night.
Yet hope glimmers faint, a celestial array,
a new dawn is farther away.
Souls cloaked in kimono grey,
Dancing, amidst shadows, on coals of Hibachi's sway.
Trials contorted to a labyrinth, they are lost
Seeking inner light haunted by the eternal night.
Yet hope glimmers faint, a celestial array,
a new dawn is farther away.
Written by olkar
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