Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd August 2012 11:10am
WINNER
Soul_Man_Ken
Soul_Man_Ken
RUNNERS-UP:
raorrick
and Magdalena
Audio Gaga.
BETWEEN THE CONTRADICTIONS
Between the dependence on independence
and my inner need to be saved
Between the black and white
that my logic tries to categorize life in
the grey puddles in the skies of my optimism
that my emotions dim the lights on
The fear my optimism will run out
as every story gets labelled
a fairy tale or tragedy
Between the satin sheets of my safe haven
that most would call aloof
a raft that steadies me
from the rolling waves of trendy
My world is mighty
painted with the brush of a thousand mistakes
giving my soul a fingerprint
a thread of DNA unlike any other
born of ancestry and the thousands of days
that engrave themselves into my skin
Between these lines
secrets laid bare
Beneath foundations of lessons learned
a man penetrated by discovery
a craving to be dug into deep and deeper
Between the contradictions
there fell an abyss
a chasm of depth beyond the view
the wonder of bridging emotion and logic
Giving birth through that discovery
as life springs forth
Between the tears lays my learning
Between the words lays my understanding
That is the unwritten exposition
defined that it may exist
There
right there
between the contradictions
lays the wonder of me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwsXpVKGie8&feature=youtu.be
Between the dependence on independence
and my inner need to be saved
Between the black and white
that my logic tries to categorize life in
the grey puddles in the skies of my optimism
that my emotions dim the lights on
The fear my optimism will run out
as every story gets labelled
a fairy tale or tragedy
Between the satin sheets of my safe haven
that most would call aloof
a raft that steadies me
from the rolling waves of trendy
My world is mighty
painted with the brush of a thousand mistakes
giving my soul a fingerprint
a thread of DNA unlike any other
born of ancestry and the thousands of days
that engrave themselves into my skin
Between these lines
secrets laid bare
Beneath foundations of lessons learned
a man penetrated by discovery
a craving to be dug into deep and deeper
Between the contradictions
there fell an abyss
a chasm of depth beyond the view
the wonder of bridging emotion and logic
Giving birth through that discovery
as life springs forth
Between the tears lays my learning
Between the words lays my understanding
That is the unwritten exposition
defined that it may exist
There
right there
between the contradictions
lays the wonder of me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwsXpVKGie8&feature=youtu.be
Anonymous
Loving all the entries, especially the wealth of accents here!
Oh god this is going to be hard to judge.
Oh god this is going to be hard to judge.
Anonymous
Aish Kochavim
Brutal upon waking
(the Goddess shakes me)
smoldering coals seal my eyes
blistered and clean of indifference.
Our ocean home invades
because I know,
(the shadow)
one million shooting stars and a broken moon.
Palms flowing oil,
tongue in flames,
shamayim's glowing whispers captivate...
and sing wild silk lullabies
of truth - of Chaos giving birth
to fire.
(Serpent) fondles forked duality...
entwined,
our blood flows from the same
brutal sky...
screaming souls across breathing miles.
How hot brother?
Your sister longs to burn...
and I bend
to worship at the knees,
even as Self is one and the same.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0KI5sLWEtnj
Brutal upon waking
(the Goddess shakes me)
smoldering coals seal my eyes
blistered and clean of indifference.
Our ocean home invades
because I know,
(the shadow)
one million shooting stars and a broken moon.
Palms flowing oil,
tongue in flames,
shamayim's glowing whispers captivate...
and sing wild silk lullabies
of truth - of Chaos giving birth
to fire.
(Serpent) fondles forked duality...
entwined,
our blood flows from the same
brutal sky...
screaming souls across breathing miles.
How hot brother?
Your sister longs to burn...
and I bend
to worship at the knees,
even as Self is one and the same.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0KI5sLWEtnj
Anonymous
Darkness
I want to say
"You are my darkness dripping,
you are my feeble ache roiling,
you are my strength personified."
But what if that isn't true,
and truth is all I really have
to blanket the thoughts and curves
so eloquently squeezing this day,
through the hoary cracks and crevices
of a rampant mind?
What if splinters of you and I
stuck under our nail beds
and the slow burn
of infection crept its way like ants
into the marching of time itself,
and spun us on her shadow
just glittering across the sky as dying stars?
Would we be any more effective?
Would we capture the audience as we danced,
radiant in our own regard,
full and drunk on moonbeams?
Six falling stars.
Every night,
as I am quieted and solemn and wanting
beneath the night sky.
Rare, my tortuous little beauties.
And though I wish the same wish every time,
thinking of the same eyes and lashes and lips -
I wonder if they are dying over your back,
as you throw off and devour the heavens
from the inside out.
I tremble at the runes
whose gaze is old, and wise
and never falters in unvarnished vision.
Spit up at midnight fingertips,
warning the prairie of the oceans fury.
The soft whispers still come,
falling and wrapping themselves around me,
cradling my ears and shoulders.
Betray the daylight to save the night...
ah yes,
we land back at darkness.
You are my darkness...
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0g6foPfFUsv
I want to say
"You are my darkness dripping,
you are my feeble ache roiling,
you are my strength personified."
But what if that isn't true,
and truth is all I really have
to blanket the thoughts and curves
so eloquently squeezing this day,
through the hoary cracks and crevices
of a rampant mind?
What if splinters of you and I
stuck under our nail beds
and the slow burn
of infection crept its way like ants
into the marching of time itself,
and spun us on her shadow
just glittering across the sky as dying stars?
Would we be any more effective?
Would we capture the audience as we danced,
radiant in our own regard,
full and drunk on moonbeams?
Six falling stars.
Every night,
as I am quieted and solemn and wanting
beneath the night sky.
Rare, my tortuous little beauties.
And though I wish the same wish every time,
thinking of the same eyes and lashes and lips -
I wonder if they are dying over your back,
as you throw off and devour the heavens
from the inside out.
I tremble at the runes
whose gaze is old, and wise
and never falters in unvarnished vision.
Spit up at midnight fingertips,
warning the prairie of the oceans fury.
The soft whispers still come,
falling and wrapping themselves around me,
cradling my ears and shoulders.
Betray the daylight to save the night...
ah yes,
we land back at darkness.
You are my darkness...
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0g6foPfFUsv
Anonymous
Thank you, gentleman.
Anonymous
lepperochan said:Aish fair play girl . good stuff!
ps I've always pronounced Aish as Ash..I stand corrected.
Eamon,
There are generally 2 pronunciations of Hebrew words. The Americanized version and the Israeli version. Here stateside it is long A sound, in Israel it is more like Esh, and in Arabic it is closer to Yiesh (long I sound). It's still FIRE, even if you do pronounce it Ash
ps I've always pronounced Aish as Ash..I stand corrected.
Eamon,
There are generally 2 pronunciations of Hebrew words. The Americanized version and the Israeli version. Here stateside it is long A sound, in Israel it is more like Esh, and in Arabic it is closer to Yiesh (long I sound). It's still FIRE, even if you do pronounce it Ash
Soul_Man_Ken said:BETWEEN THE CONTRADICTIONS
Between the dependence on independence
and my inner need to be saved
Between the black and white
that my logic tries to categorize life in
the grey puddles in the skies of my optimism
that my emotions dim the lights on
The fear my optimism will run out
as every story gets labelled
a fairy tale or tragedy
Between the satin sheets of my safe haven
that most would call aloof
a raft that steadies me
from the rolling waves of trendy
My world is mighty
painted with the brush of a thousand mistakes
giving my soul a fingerprint
a thread of DNA unlike any other
born of ancestry and the thousands of days
that engrave themselves into my skin
Between these lines
secrets laid bare
Beneath foundations of lessons learned
a man penetrated by discovery
a craving to be dug into deep and deeper
Between the contradictions
there fell an abyss
a chasm of depth beyond the view
the wonder of bridging emotion and logic
Giving birth through that discovery
as life springs forth
Between the tears lays my learning
Between the words lays my understanding
That is the unwritten exposition
defined that it may exist
There
right there
between the contradictions
lays the wonder of me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwsXpVKGie8&feature=youtu.be
I see you got the southern twang going on Soul-man ken, fair play ! good show all round from the lads I think
Between the dependence on independence
and my inner need to be saved
Between the black and white
that my logic tries to categorize life in
the grey puddles in the skies of my optimism
that my emotions dim the lights on
The fear my optimism will run out
as every story gets labelled
a fairy tale or tragedy
Between the satin sheets of my safe haven
that most would call aloof
a raft that steadies me
from the rolling waves of trendy
My world is mighty
painted with the brush of a thousand mistakes
giving my soul a fingerprint
a thread of DNA unlike any other
born of ancestry and the thousands of days
that engrave themselves into my skin
Between these lines
secrets laid bare
Beneath foundations of lessons learned
a man penetrated by discovery
a craving to be dug into deep and deeper
Between the contradictions
there fell an abyss
a chasm of depth beyond the view
the wonder of bridging emotion and logic
Giving birth through that discovery
as life springs forth
Between the tears lays my learning
Between the words lays my understanding
That is the unwritten exposition
defined that it may exist
There
right there
between the contradictions
lays the wonder of me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwsXpVKGie8&feature=youtu.be
I see you got the southern twang going on Soul-man ken, fair play ! good show all round from the lads I think
Anonymous
Guys I'm still away at the moment, when I didn't think I would be. I will listen tO them properly when I get home, and will announce the winner in the next day or so. Sit tight!
lepperochan said:[quote-112975-Soul_Man_Ken]BETWEEN THE CONTRADICTIONS
Between the dependence on independence
and my inner need to be saved
Between the black and white
that my logic tries to categorize life in
the grey puddles in the skies of my optimism
that my emotions dim the lights on
The fear my optimism will run out
as every story gets labelled
a fairy tale or tragedy
Between the satin sheets of my safe haven
that most would call aloof
a raft that steadies me
from the rolling waves of trendy
My world is mighty
painted with the brush of a thousand mistakes
giving my soul a fingerprint
a thread of DNA unlike any other
born of ancestry and the thousands of days
that engrave themselves into my skin
Between these lines
secrets laid bare
Beneath foundations of lessons learned
a man penetrated by discovery
a craving to be dug into deep and deeper
Between the contradictions
there fell an abyss
a chasm of depth beyond the view
the wonder of bridging emotion and logic
Giving birth through that discovery
as life springs forth
Between the tears lays my learning
Between the words lays my understanding
That is the unwritten exposition
defined that it may exist
There
right there
between the contradictions
lays the wonder of me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwsXpVKGie8&feature=youtu.be
I see you got the southern twang going on Soul-man ken, fair play ! good show all round from the lads I think[/quote]
Thanks, Eamon. I loved your entry. This is the best competition I've seen in DUP as every entry is exceptional.
Between the dependence on independence
and my inner need to be saved
Between the black and white
that my logic tries to categorize life in
the grey puddles in the skies of my optimism
that my emotions dim the lights on
The fear my optimism will run out
as every story gets labelled
a fairy tale or tragedy
Between the satin sheets of my safe haven
that most would call aloof
a raft that steadies me
from the rolling waves of trendy
My world is mighty
painted with the brush of a thousand mistakes
giving my soul a fingerprint
a thread of DNA unlike any other
born of ancestry and the thousands of days
that engrave themselves into my skin
Between these lines
secrets laid bare
Beneath foundations of lessons learned
a man penetrated by discovery
a craving to be dug into deep and deeper
Between the contradictions
there fell an abyss
a chasm of depth beyond the view
the wonder of bridging emotion and logic
Giving birth through that discovery
as life springs forth
Between the tears lays my learning
Between the words lays my understanding
That is the unwritten exposition
defined that it may exist
There
right there
between the contradictions
lays the wonder of me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwsXpVKGie8&feature=youtu.be
I see you got the southern twang going on Soul-man ken, fair play ! good show all round from the lads I think
[/quote] Thanks, Eamon. I loved your entry. This is the best competition I've seen in DUP as every entry is exceptional.
