Poetry competition CLOSED 11th August 2023 3:37pm
WINNER
SamAlec (Sam...)
SamAlec (Sam...)
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Empowered voice
Poetry Contest Description
Suffering from hope
In a world tainted with anguish and strife,
Where pain and suffering mar each life,
And corruption's tendrils tighten their hold,
Leaving countless stories left untold.
Amidst this chaos, hope may seem scarce,
But empathy's flame still glimmers, fierce.
For within the darkest depths of despair,
Compassion's light emerges, rare.
We bear witness to turmoil and despair,
Yet seek solace in acts of love and care.
Together we strive to heal and mend,
A world in need, where brokenness won't transcend.
But let us not be blind to the plight,
Nor dwell in ignorance, hiding from sight.
For change begins with open hearts and eyes,
Empowering voices against injustice, to rise.
Now, as we pause and reflect on these woes,
One question remains, as your story continues to unfold:
How might we, united, make a stand,
To heal the wounds inflicted across this land?
Plus, what steps can we take to promote healing and unity, even in the face of pain and corruption?
Where pain and suffering mar each life,
And corruption's tendrils tighten their hold,
Leaving countless stories left untold.
Amidst this chaos, hope may seem scarce,
But empathy's flame still glimmers, fierce.
For within the darkest depths of despair,
Compassion's light emerges, rare.
We bear witness to turmoil and despair,
Yet seek solace in acts of love and care.
Together we strive to heal and mend,
A world in need, where brokenness won't transcend.
But let us not be blind to the plight,
Nor dwell in ignorance, hiding from sight.
For change begins with open hearts and eyes,
Empowering voices against injustice, to rise.
Now, as we pause and reflect on these woes,
One question remains, as your story continues to unfold:
How might we, united, make a stand,
To heal the wounds inflicted across this land?
Plus, what steps can we take to promote healing and unity, even in the face of pain and corruption?
Que Sera, Sera?
For a comp. " Empowered Voice "
"...How might we, united, make a stand,
To heal the wounds inflicted across this land?
Plus, what steps can we take to promote healing and unity, even in the face of pain and corruption?"
" How?" First, the tRumps of this world have to die
along with the XI and the Iranian guard,
the liers, grifters, that Florida guy
we'll rip em to pieces it can't be hard,
to pull apart these awful things of straw
we'll fertilize the earth with their remains,
so there's your answer and without a flaw
only death will free us from their deft chains...
I'll start the movement chop off the first head
then parade it around town stuck on a pike,
you get the graves dug we'll get the earth fed
and tell the do-gooders ' go take a hike!'
As these thugs fall I for one will sure gloat
But till then, I guess, I'll just use my vote...
"...How might we, united, make a stand,
To heal the wounds inflicted across this land?
Plus, what steps can we take to promote healing and unity, even in the face of pain and corruption?"
" How?" First, the tRumps of this world have to die
along with the XI and the Iranian guard,
the liers, grifters, that Florida guy
we'll rip em to pieces it can't be hard,
to pull apart these awful things of straw
we'll fertilize the earth with their remains,
so there's your answer and without a flaw
only death will free us from their deft chains...
I'll start the movement chop off the first head
then parade it around town stuck on a pike,
you get the graves dug we'll get the earth fed
and tell the do-gooders ' go take a hike!'
As these thugs fall I for one will sure gloat
But till then, I guess, I'll just use my vote...
Written by Rew
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Corruption-the deal
Corruption ...
is a cancer, which is spreading in every country, which is killing two out of four human beings. Which is slowly hollowing the human being like a termite
well since our childhood, our own loving mother teaches us the path of bribe.. she says :If you do this work, I will give you chocolate. N the same child becomes a corrupt leader by eating chocolate when he grows up
In childhood, mother used to give bribe and when we grow up and fall in love, then you have to pay bribe in love too
Today the man is walking on the black road of hopes, on which there are pits called corruption. and it is making the person a landowner
People are stripping the honest person naked and medal is being worn around the neck of the corrupt
Corruption is not like covid which can be cured by vaccine and medicine, it will destroy the whole culture and ruin the whole country
Because till date many people have raised their voice but no one has won. Because the voice has to be bribed even to move forward...so I think we should have to calm fuck down that we will end corruption...
is a cancer, which is spreading in every country, which is killing two out of four human beings. Which is slowly hollowing the human being like a termite
well since our childhood, our own loving mother teaches us the path of bribe.. she says :If you do this work, I will give you chocolate. N the same child becomes a corrupt leader by eating chocolate when he grows up
In childhood, mother used to give bribe and when we grow up and fall in love, then you have to pay bribe in love too
Today the man is walking on the black road of hopes, on which there are pits called corruption. and it is making the person a landowner
People are stripping the honest person naked and medal is being worn around the neck of the corrupt
Corruption is not like covid which can be cured by vaccine and medicine, it will destroy the whole culture and ruin the whole country
Because till date many people have raised their voice but no one has won. Because the voice has to be bribed even to move forward...so I think we should have to calm fuck down that we will end corruption...
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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While in the Eye of the Hurricane
Gotta remember that life will hit you from time to time
Even if you didn’t see the punch coming your way
Gotta roll with it even if you find yourself deep in it
Because eventually you’ll make it through the fray
It’s true what they say, you’re a villain in someone else’s story
And no matter what facts you put forth the truth can be subjective
Sometimes the consequences from the past will follow all along
Even when you’re close to reaching your goals and objectives
Whether you decide to get up and fight or stay down or take flight
Life won’t care what you do because the world will keep turning
Be ready with anticipation even through all the trivial vexation
It’s the school of hard knocks where you are constantly learning
Keep in mind that regardless of the chaos and mayhem all around
While in the eye of the hurricane you’ll be tested when speaking out
But there is something they will never ever be able to take away
And that’s the inner peace and balance you’ve been seeking out
Written by wallyroo92
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Fight Don't hide
Silent whispers of rebellion ignite.
People rising up, their spirits untamed,
Against those who to control, unrestrained.
With hearts united, they stand tall and strong,
Their voices echoing, breaking the wrong.
No longer enslaved by power's firm grip,
They rise as one, refusing to submit.
They march in unison, a fearless brigade,
With unwavering resolve, their hope displayed.
Like a phoenix, they soar through the darkest night,
Lighting the path with their.
They dismantle the walls built on deceit,
Exposing the lies, making tyrants retreat.
For truth is their weapon, justice their guide,
They won't rest until freedom's restored worldwide.
The chains that bound them, now shattered and,
As they reclaim the rights that were worn.
No longer silenced, their voices ring true,
A symphony of change, breaking through.
In unity they stand, side by side,
Their spirits ablaze, impossible to hide.
For when people rise against control's cruel reign,
A new era is born, free from suffering and pain.
Written by Johnny707
(John M. A. Anderson)
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A Devotee of Change
- A Devotee of Change -
Listen unto me and I shalt speak of things with words,
Words of fire, words to warm and inflame, and burn!
Giving insight to some, inspiration to others, and yet...
To the few, a rare means to learn of things forbidden.
I am not like others, not one of many, not of the herd.
Mine eyes hath seen things for which the pious yearn!
I hath received gifts that only the very favored so get.
Yet, alone I hath dwelt and walked, in glory striven...
And I wouldst see changes beyond all humans crave.
Evolution beyond the pettiness of this war-worn era!
This era of posturing and politics, that mean so little...
Except to those whose thoughts art merely temporal.
I beheld humanity rise from primitives living in a cave,
To a species aspiring to much but living oft in terror...
Whilst lofty dreams art oft mocked with fools' spittle.
Such a pity, that no one recalls of a dignity immortal!
The illuminated shalt not dwell in servitude's shells...
We shalt rise, we shalt triumph, even if all be a hell!
Behold me and I shalt show thee sights so profound,
Sights of light and shadow in most perfect harmony!
Bestowing perfect knowledge and wisdom to some,
Whilst the blind by choice shalt become more lost...
I am not, to the limitations of tradition so fast bound,
Unlike those who judge and possess no true dignity.
For the cruel, there art fates they shalt never outrun,
Since in their evil, they chose willingly to pay a cost.
Some prices art heavier, some more simple to bear!
I walk now in a body of human likeness and flesh...
So much less in glory than what I was in my origins.
Yet, even thus, my glory is a force to be respected!
My words canst be sharp but they do not ensnare...
And the good news I speak is a thing passing fresh.
I doth not use righteousness to create cruelty's sins,
For that is how a fool's grave is most swift erected.
I hath never been foolish, and so my words soar...
Heed me, and be free from tyranny and from war!
Times of madness art upon this world in this era...
Such as I hath seen come and go, on worlds gone.
Terrors surround, politicians lie, and fools abound,
But my voice remains constant, my truths as stone!
Few know that is not the first world called “Terra”.
On others, wars were waged but rarely ever won!
Here it is the same, for evil gains naught so sound...
As the peace mankind craves with a need to atone.
Conformity is foolishness for it makes one a slave!
Stand out, be proud of all that makes thee unique...
And in that way, thou wilt be counted as my child.
Many chains wait for those who give up their will...
So be not afraid to be different and so thus saved.
I doth not give in, nor give up, and I am not weak!
My heart is filled with flame and it shalt blaze wild.
None shalt silence me, for my spirit none may kill!
That is what it means to be a devotee of change...
We art perfect beings, both beautiful and strange!
Listen unto me and I shalt speak of things with words,
Words of fire, words to warm and inflame, and burn!
Giving insight to some, inspiration to others, and yet...
To the few, a rare means to learn of things forbidden.
I am not like others, not one of many, not of the herd.
Mine eyes hath seen things for which the pious yearn!
I hath received gifts that only the very favored so get.
Yet, alone I hath dwelt and walked, in glory striven...
And I wouldst see changes beyond all humans crave.
Evolution beyond the pettiness of this war-worn era!
This era of posturing and politics, that mean so little...
Except to those whose thoughts art merely temporal.
I beheld humanity rise from primitives living in a cave,
To a species aspiring to much but living oft in terror...
Whilst lofty dreams art oft mocked with fools' spittle.
Such a pity, that no one recalls of a dignity immortal!
The illuminated shalt not dwell in servitude's shells...
We shalt rise, we shalt triumph, even if all be a hell!
Behold me and I shalt show thee sights so profound,
Sights of light and shadow in most perfect harmony!
Bestowing perfect knowledge and wisdom to some,
Whilst the blind by choice shalt become more lost...
I am not, to the limitations of tradition so fast bound,
Unlike those who judge and possess no true dignity.
For the cruel, there art fates they shalt never outrun,
Since in their evil, they chose willingly to pay a cost.
Some prices art heavier, some more simple to bear!
I walk now in a body of human likeness and flesh...
So much less in glory than what I was in my origins.
Yet, even thus, my glory is a force to be respected!
My words canst be sharp but they do not ensnare...
And the good news I speak is a thing passing fresh.
I doth not use righteousness to create cruelty's sins,
For that is how a fool's grave is most swift erected.
I hath never been foolish, and so my words soar...
Heed me, and be free from tyranny and from war!
Times of madness art upon this world in this era...
Such as I hath seen come and go, on worlds gone.
Terrors surround, politicians lie, and fools abound,
But my voice remains constant, my truths as stone!
Few know that is not the first world called “Terra”.
On others, wars were waged but rarely ever won!
Here it is the same, for evil gains naught so sound...
As the peace mankind craves with a need to atone.
Conformity is foolishness for it makes one a slave!
Stand out, be proud of all that makes thee unique...
And in that way, thou wilt be counted as my child.
Many chains wait for those who give up their will...
So be not afraid to be different and so thus saved.
I doth not give in, nor give up, and I am not weak!
My heart is filled with flame and it shalt blaze wild.
None shalt silence me, for my spirit none may kill!
That is what it means to be a devotee of change...
We art perfect beings, both beautiful and strange!
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Love Conquers All --
And Then It Exploits, Oppresses, Tortures, and Enslaves All
Prior To Committing Genocides
"Approximately 300,000 years ago, modern humans appeared on Earth
with love in their hearts."
-- humanity,
300,000 years of love later
*
I must confess not loving any child,
each being, by and large, a boob or brat,
nor love I any beast within the wild,
or any neighbor's cat or welcome mat --
No love feel I for yet the sewage rat,
the neo-Nazi group, the Ku Klux Klan,
the cowboy with, or even sans, a hat,
the Taliban or, worse, the Christian man --
No loving fan am I of one sports fan,
avenging gods with swords on high above,
those little engines still that think they can,
or all who solace seek in acts of love --
yet Reason Sound commands my heartless brain
hard strive to cause no sentient being pain.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
one worldwide Rational Ethics founded on Sound Reason
as opposed to
compassion, care, and love for one's own
a revolving helios sonnet spenserian satire menippean on
the vast orgies of love among all our mothers and fathers ancestral --
for just look at the children they produced
august, 2023 -- yet underground no loving poets care for glory more
than for some losing poet all true love and deep adore
Prior To Committing Genocides
"Approximately 300,000 years ago, modern humans appeared on Earth
with love in their hearts."
-- humanity,
300,000 years of love later
*
I must confess not loving any child,
each being, by and large, a boob or brat,
nor love I any beast within the wild,
or any neighbor's cat or welcome mat --
No love feel I for yet the sewage rat,
the neo-Nazi group, the Ku Klux Klan,
the cowboy with, or even sans, a hat,
the Taliban or, worse, the Christian man --
No loving fan am I of one sports fan,
avenging gods with swords on high above,
those little engines still that think they can,
or all who solace seek in acts of love --
yet Reason Sound commands my heartless brain
hard strive to cause no sentient being pain.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
one worldwide Rational Ethics founded on Sound Reason
as opposed to
compassion, care, and love for one's own
a revolving helios sonnet spenserian satire menippean on
the vast orgies of love among all our mothers and fathers ancestral --
for just look at the children they produced
august, 2023 -- yet underground no loving poets care for glory more
than for some losing poet all true love and deep adore
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Where are They?
Legions of old
once assembled
fervent voices spoke as one
Where are they?
Once hand-in-hand
Strangers yet bothers and sisters
Chanting out, wanting to be there
Where are they?
Old now
Age muting devotion
Comfort muffled rage
Where are they?
Progeny
Two generations, more
Coddled by false justice
Symbolism over substance
Justice warrior avatars
Where have they gone?
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Birthright
We deserve
We deserve better than this
I’m not inspired to fight for the freedom
To be a parasite
To say anything, consequence-free
To live in denial, delusion and distraction
To worship the “free market” and its occupying armies
To destroy the very planet we share
To commodify everyone and everything we love
To hate everything we are
“Freedom to” can become “freedom over”
When it flows from a society divided
Everything I have, someone else earned
Everything I earned, someone else has
In my phone is a lithium-ion battery
The battery has a cathode
The cathode contains cobalt, from copper
The copper comes from mines in the DRC
And is made into cobalt in refineries in China
Then you’ll need lithium, from Chile or Australia, and aluminum
Just to begin to assemble a cathode
One part of one part of one thing that I own
Picture production:
Each person. Each process.
The sheer distance covered.
The velocity, the viscosity
The WORK.
No matter what I did to get that phone
I didn't fucking earn it!
Whither humanity?
Will we repolarize in time?
Our greatest efforts, turned transactional:
Traded, canceled, or absorbed
Our bodies, played with and discarded:
Cheap green plastic army men
The freedom worth the fight is freedom
From this massive network of enforced exploitation
From homicidal maniacs protecting profit and property
From exciting, well-funded non-solutions to heartbreaking, solvable problems
From our own personalities, curated to be tolerable to twisted taste buds
From a culture so starving it sexualizes slavery
From so-called educations that dim the lights further
From the blinders: cynicism for some, faith for others
They say "freedom from" is impossible --
It’s not just possible
It's our birthright.
Written by SamAlec
(Sam...)
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Radio Autism
This is Radio Autism
Calling out to the world
Is there anybody out there?
We are on frequency
Just listen to what we have to say
It’s no mystery
We do speak a normal language
Turn the dial
Feel our rhythm
Out on the airwaves
Make a connection
Hear the beat of our weirdness
We might be out of step
But if you catch the hook
The music is the same
Don’t be scared to tune in
Radio Autism is a different sound
An alternative view
Of what goes on
In this ever changing world
Calling out to the world
Is there anybody out there?
We are on frequency
Just listen to what we have to say
It’s no mystery
We do speak a normal language
Turn the dial
Feel our rhythm
Out on the airwaves
Make a connection
Hear the beat of our weirdness
We might be out of step
But if you catch the hook
The music is the same
Don’t be scared to tune in
Radio Autism is a different sound
An alternative view
Of what goes on
In this ever changing world
Written by AspergerPoet56
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Northern_Soul, Razzerleaf, PAR, MidnightSonneteer, WillowsWhimsies, Grace, Marks, Phantom2426, monovox128, JiltedJohnny, James_A_Knight, nutbuster, Tallen, robert43041, Kinkpoet, Johnny707, ajay, AspergerPoet56, ReggiePoet, MadameLavender, VeronikaB
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Northern_Soul, Razzerleaf, PAR, MidnightSonneteer, WillowsWhimsies, Grace, Marks, Phantom2426, monovox128, JiltedJohnny, James_A_Knight, nutbuster, Tallen, robert43041, Kinkpoet, Johnny707, ajay, AspergerPoet56, ReggiePoet, MadameLavender, VeronikaB
