Poetry competition CLOSED 16th August 2012 10:00pm
WINNER
FishCake
FishCake
RUNNERS-UP:
marielavoue
and Haruhi888
First DUP Poem
Uphold
Lies are told, and men indignant, shine bold.
Their toll is strife, till their wife
and children eat them to the grave.
Petty tyrants; fake falsetto penance;
compete to grip, and they'll rip
the ideal till there's naught to save.
The death is nothing; bellies dropping,
mongrels stupefy and hide behind unsettling lies.
There is no far reaching sustenance.
The barrage, conditioned, prohibit
innocently, incognizant.
All who scream, in want to placate the dream,
they deem insane, but we, fain;
our tribe shall end present tension.
Skim and toss the impure, liquated dross;
clear the water; true and dear,
render this time for ascension.
Lies are told, and men indignant, shine bold.
Their toll is strife, till their wife
and children eat them to the grave.
Petty tyrants; fake falsetto penance;
compete to grip, and they'll rip
the ideal till there's naught to save.
The death is nothing; bellies dropping,
mongrels stupefy and hide behind unsettling lies.
There is no far reaching sustenance.
The barrage, conditioned, prohibit
innocently, incognizant.
All who scream, in want to placate the dream,
they deem insane, but we, fain;
our tribe shall end present tension.
Skim and toss the impure, liquated dross;
clear the water; true and dear,
render this time for ascension.
Closure
how beautiful the dust of angelic lust
she weeps and sobs for i leave her now
moving on and away somehow
ice is my core, solid and thick
the warmth does not penetrate this brick
betrayer of souls, of love, of emotions
blinded by the madness of my hate
i see her weak, i see her broken
yet i do not see her the way she see’s me
she can never know the face behind the mask
a story for nightmares to ruin your dreams
wake up, wake up and see the day
dawn has shinned on your disarray
i know you’ll find a better way
now one is lost and i care no more
for too long have i burdened my soul
why should i feel for those who don't heal?
why do you try, and before me kneel?
you are my equal, not my slave
i crave no more than your passion, your craze
your fury that excites my soul
for i cannot feel anymore
not the warmth, not the cold.
how beautiful the dust of angelic lust
she weeps and sobs for i leave her now
moving on and away somehow
ice is my core, solid and thick
the warmth does not penetrate this brick
betrayer of souls, of love, of emotions
blinded by the madness of my hate
i see her weak, i see her broken
yet i do not see her the way she see’s me
she can never know the face behind the mask
a story for nightmares to ruin your dreams
wake up, wake up and see the day
dawn has shinned on your disarray
i know you’ll find a better way
now one is lost and i care no more
for too long have i burdened my soul
why should i feel for those who don't heal?
why do you try, and before me kneel?
you are my equal, not my slave
i crave no more than your passion, your craze
your fury that excites my soul
for i cannot feel anymore
not the warmth, not the cold.
Have you ever heard the whizzing of bombs
Dropping to the ground around you?
Did you ever worry that it would be the last sound you heard?
Or that you would walk home afterward
And it would be gone?
The sky above us has never held fear.
We have prepared for the horror.
We have brought it to others
With no retaliation.
America has never heard the screams
“Mother? Father? NO!!!”
Our children did not die,
They did not lose their parents and homes
To some unseen enemy in a metal bird.
We have sent others this fear
This horrible message of power.
Others have heard the sounds of suffering.
The sounds of fear. The silence before a raid.
Have you ever sat in the dark
Waiting for the building above to collapse?
Praying to God to save you from this Hell?
Or losing faith in Him?
No, you are an American.
You know nothing of Hell.
Dropping to the ground around you?
Did you ever worry that it would be the last sound you heard?
Or that you would walk home afterward
And it would be gone?
The sky above us has never held fear.
We have prepared for the horror.
We have brought it to others
With no retaliation.
America has never heard the screams
“Mother? Father? NO!!!”
Our children did not die,
They did not lose their parents and homes
To some unseen enemy in a metal bird.
We have sent others this fear
This horrible message of power.
Others have heard the sounds of suffering.
The sounds of fear. The silence before a raid.
Have you ever sat in the dark
Waiting for the building above to collapse?
Praying to God to save you from this Hell?
Or losing faith in Him?
No, you are an American.
You know nothing of Hell.
Prescription pills changed my destiny
You swallowed one
just for fun,
You swallowed two
because you were blue,
You swallowed three
and blamed it on me,
You swallowed four
to settle the score,
You swallowed five
and thought you were still alive,
You swallowed six
now you need your daily fix,
You swallowed seven
swearing it was heaven,
You swallowed eight
thinking it was fate,
You swallowed nine
that's when you ceased being mine,
You swallowed 10
and that was your end,
all because you swallowed one
just for fun, or two because you were blue,
I'm left alone, empty and lost without you.
You swallowed one
just for fun,
You swallowed two
because you were blue,
You swallowed three
and blamed it on me,
You swallowed four
to settle the score,
You swallowed five
and thought you were still alive,
You swallowed six
now you need your daily fix,
You swallowed seven
swearing it was heaven,
You swallowed eight
thinking it was fate,
You swallowed nine
that's when you ceased being mine,
You swallowed 10
and that was your end,
all because you swallowed one
just for fun, or two because you were blue,
I'm left alone, empty and lost without you.
Teddy
Why do you keep
that old Teddy bear
and who are you hiding from
Why do you cry
when you watch sad movies
don't you know where your heart
belongs?
Last night
when we danced in the rain
threw our shoes to the moon
and sucked at the stars through a straw
Last night
making time stand still
was the easiest thing in the world
So for Fucks sake, God
stop murdering our planet.
Why do you keep
that old Teddy bear
and who are you hiding from
Why do you cry
when you watch sad movies
don't you know where your heart
belongs?
Last night
when we danced in the rain
threw our shoes to the moon
and sucked at the stars through a straw
Last night
making time stand still
was the easiest thing in the world
So for Fucks sake, God
stop murdering our planet.
Inspiration, move me slightly
It's all so obsessively loud
and cluttered
yet silent and sterile
There's more quiet in the chatter
than communication
yet no peace
or even anger
as the drowning itself falls short
and chokes breath
It is perhaps
the platform to perform the play of the plenty
but without momentum
is a tap dance on elastic eggshells
between the shadows of an entropy
and a faded memory of ecstasy
this lack or loss of dimension
clothes the libertine idea
in a wet and soggy cloak
Harshly heavy is the burden
hemmed upon the unburdened
in these border towns
where the mortgage
has long since been bartered
for a quickly forgotten flicker
This
is where absurdity goes towards purgatory
and where irony flourishes
this is where the last of the humors
is weighed and measured by anthropologists
This is the end of the line
for cloned words diluted on purpose
by arrogant ex artists
turned cynics who stubbornly
and with an amnesia towards poetry
refuse to accept that less is more
And more is too much
when even the glamoury of extravagance
is discarded promptly upon its own partial unwrapping
Stuck in undeveloped gluttony
I accept these mutated metaphors
as the birth pangs of my own character
as the cursor searching through my myths
to reclaim or stain my hero
I accept
that my sense of adventure
has been betrayed by mere laziness
has been subdued
by a false compass of nostalgia
pointing to a station never obtained
I'll skirt the edges of honesty
in these naked moments
by scaling the shear face
of the mountainous mirror of self deception
and pretend the registry of regret lies empty
As these fraudulent building blocks
of experience crystallize
at least enough
to refract their own
holographic sense of self servitude
I shall stowaway
on this momentous flirtation with creativity
and for a second(within this forsaken landscape)
assume that I am inspired
(reformatted but first write..no idea why "mortgage" is underlined, can't seem to remove it)
It's all so obsessively loud
and cluttered
yet silent and sterile
There's more quiet in the chatter
than communication
yet no peace
or even anger
as the drowning itself falls short
and chokes breath
It is perhaps
the platform to perform the play of the plenty
but without momentum
is a tap dance on elastic eggshells
between the shadows of an entropy
and a faded memory of ecstasy
this lack or loss of dimension
clothes the libertine idea
in a wet and soggy cloak
Harshly heavy is the burden
hemmed upon the unburdened
in these border towns
where the mortgage
has long since been bartered
for a quickly forgotten flicker
This
is where absurdity goes towards purgatory
and where irony flourishes
this is where the last of the humors
is weighed and measured by anthropologists
This is the end of the line
for cloned words diluted on purpose
by arrogant ex artists
turned cynics who stubbornly
and with an amnesia towards poetry
refuse to accept that less is more
And more is too much
when even the glamoury of extravagance
is discarded promptly upon its own partial unwrapping
Stuck in undeveloped gluttony
I accept these mutated metaphors
as the birth pangs of my own character
as the cursor searching through my myths
to reclaim or stain my hero
I accept
that my sense of adventure
has been betrayed by mere laziness
has been subdued
by a false compass of nostalgia
pointing to a station never obtained
I'll skirt the edges of honesty
in these naked moments
by scaling the shear face
of the mountainous mirror of self deception
and pretend the registry of regret lies empty
As these fraudulent building blocks
of experience crystallize
at least enough
to refract their own
holographic sense of self servitude
I shall stowaway
on this momentous flirtation with creativity
and for a second(within this forsaken landscape)
assume that I am inspired
(reformatted but first write..no idea why "mortgage" is underlined, can't seem to remove it)
Armor of the Angels
A warrior sheath and shining,
Wings the brighter still,
Stand upon the dawn horizing,
In full armor does he kneel,
For Lord and Savior send him,
Ambassador in chains,
Come standing for holy reigns.
Against flesh and blood he does refrain,
The human heart sent to save,
For his enemy does these things wish to claim,
But comes he to vanquish vapor demon beings,
To scatter devil's schemes that blind the seeing,
His master, King, and Prince of Peace,
Doth shine in perdition gleaming.
Now he walk in steady sure,
For feet be fit is quick with gospel words,
Racing to ears untried and unheard,
Igniting Immanuel's love to spark,
Running feet leave demon spurred,
To spread the light in thriving dark,
Freeing for heaven the Shepard's herd.
Faith become in front to bare,
Sinking arrow, defeat quivered death.
Ready by trained arm be metal shielding share,
For faith be light to stand the test,
Strongly crafted, beauty bold,
Defence come when offense sold,
A warrior of God, Shield of faith doth hold.
On his mighty head be capped,
Proof of his sender shown,
A helmet green, red, white, and black,
Signify salvation known,
A mystery upon a cross, Creator's blood did flow,
Atonement child died before all men,
To rescue evil enslaved souls
Righteousness be his clothing,
Knit weeping metal by hammered truth,
Supporting his heart, a faith of purest stills,
Which lies the metal gleaming with security mounted wills,
Righteousness, breastplate placed, shinning behind the shield;
Fitted guarding, this angel's heart,
From hatred's tempting fields.
He now march with whispers treading,
Sword be beauty sheathed,
For shadows feint and cunning,
Is the air it kills to breath;
Spirit blue and singing, tampers the steady blade,
For a being with true power,
Was the one to have it made.
Truth be spoken only,
Encouraged by the belt,
That holds it's front and backwards,
With the knowledge of it's wealth;
Collect and steady be he, for that handsome belt,
For truth must be unyielding,
As here the Spirit Sword doth dwelt.
Prayer be all and binding,
Till its full complete,
This armor of the angel,
That make the dark crumble with defeat;
It guilds and laces many, tides and works undone,
Securing, no pieces adrift or loose,
Prayer makes warriors, watchers become.
Angels come for fighting,
Celestial ambassadors to show.
The Agents of the Darkness,
As they try to make earth their violent home.
Open your eyes, sleeping hearts,
And look up to the sky,
Take your cue from the angels,
See what here forth lies,
Stand arm and arm with angels,
And be ready still,
For you will not be spared,
In the clashing of celestial wills,
Arm - for battle is yet to come,
Human's beware,
The Heaven's war has just begun.
A warrior sheath and shining,
Wings the brighter still,
Stand upon the dawn horizing,
In full armor does he kneel,
For Lord and Savior send him,
Ambassador in chains,
Come standing for holy reigns.
Against flesh and blood he does refrain,
The human heart sent to save,
For his enemy does these things wish to claim,
But comes he to vanquish vapor demon beings,
To scatter devil's schemes that blind the seeing,
His master, King, and Prince of Peace,
Doth shine in perdition gleaming.
Now he walk in steady sure,
For feet be fit is quick with gospel words,
Racing to ears untried and unheard,
Igniting Immanuel's love to spark,
Running feet leave demon spurred,
To spread the light in thriving dark,
Freeing for heaven the Shepard's herd.
Faith become in front to bare,
Sinking arrow, defeat quivered death.
Ready by trained arm be metal shielding share,
For faith be light to stand the test,
Strongly crafted, beauty bold,
Defence come when offense sold,
A warrior of God, Shield of faith doth hold.
On his mighty head be capped,
Proof of his sender shown,
A helmet green, red, white, and black,
Signify salvation known,
A mystery upon a cross, Creator's blood did flow,
Atonement child died before all men,
To rescue evil enslaved souls
Righteousness be his clothing,
Knit weeping metal by hammered truth,
Supporting his heart, a faith of purest stills,
Which lies the metal gleaming with security mounted wills,
Righteousness, breastplate placed, shinning behind the shield;
Fitted guarding, this angel's heart,
From hatred's tempting fields.
He now march with whispers treading,
Sword be beauty sheathed,
For shadows feint and cunning,
Is the air it kills to breath;
Spirit blue and singing, tampers the steady blade,
For a being with true power,
Was the one to have it made.
Truth be spoken only,
Encouraged by the belt,
That holds it's front and backwards,
With the knowledge of it's wealth;
Collect and steady be he, for that handsome belt,
For truth must be unyielding,
As here the Spirit Sword doth dwelt.
Prayer be all and binding,
Till its full complete,
This armor of the angel,
That make the dark crumble with defeat;
It guilds and laces many, tides and works undone,
Securing, no pieces adrift or loose,
Prayer makes warriors, watchers become.
Angels come for fighting,
Celestial ambassadors to show.
The Agents of the Darkness,
As they try to make earth their violent home.
Open your eyes, sleeping hearts,
And look up to the sky,
Take your cue from the angels,
See what here forth lies,
Stand arm and arm with angels,
And be ready still,
For you will not be spared,
In the clashing of celestial wills,
Arm - for battle is yet to come,
Human's beware,
The Heaven's war has just begun.
My first poem here was a massively epic retelling of the legend of the Sumerian / Babylonian goddess Ishtar and her descent into Hell. It is far to big to post here, so here is the link to it (this way you can read it in its' entirety):
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/29317-the-resurrection-of-ishtar/
Certainly a very memorable choice for my first poem.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/29317-the-resurrection-of-ishtar/
Certainly a very memorable choice for my first poem.
wandering through the course of life
seeking a purpose cloaked in rhymes
halfway up thy adventurous isle
endless mysteries is all i find
should there be no purpose,
just thee boredom creates us all?
grace thy for 'tis madness thou hast caused
stumbling through the course of life
witness madness through my eyes
enslaved by words written in rhymes
from stories penned for fables and myths,
ye image manipulate with phonies and lies.
...we sinned
only for our ability to imagine and think
seeking a purpose cloaked in rhymes
halfway up thy adventurous isle
endless mysteries is all i find
should there be no purpose,
just thee boredom creates us all?
grace thy for 'tis madness thou hast caused
stumbling through the course of life
witness madness through my eyes
enslaved by words written in rhymes
from stories penned for fables and myths,
ye image manipulate with phonies and lies.
...we sinned
only for our ability to imagine and think
MY FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND
Since the day we were introduced
I knew it was wrong
But I thought we belonged
With the texting and giggling
I slowly fell for him
It's horrible it's a shame
But love is something that can't be tamed
He is my friend's boyfriend
And I'm just the one who's going to lose it all
Lose trust, friendship and maybe myself
I'll lose my beliefs of right and wrongs
But what can I do? If it's true
I've denied it ,I've tried to forget it
It's impossble at the end
I like my friend's boyfriend
He'll never like me back but somehow
Deep down inside
I know he might
But for my friend I'll try to give up
On him...
Since the day we were introduced
I knew it was wrong
But I thought we belonged
With the texting and giggling
I slowly fell for him
It's horrible it's a shame
But love is something that can't be tamed
He is my friend's boyfriend
And I'm just the one who's going to lose it all
Lose trust, friendship and maybe myself
I'll lose my beliefs of right and wrongs
But what can I do? If it's true
I've denied it ,I've tried to forget it
It's impossble at the end
I like my friend's boyfriend
He'll never like me back but somehow
Deep down inside
I know he might
But for my friend I'll try to give up
On him...
Anonymous
Goat
- I can swim
Noised the lover, fucked; upstairs and
down.
Come take a dance.
Grunted, yelping, crunch crunch.
- I can swim
Shrieked the lover, ejaculate white.
Come taste my life.
- You can't swim
Moaned the lover, fluid and sinew
Look at his face.
- You can't swim.
- I can swim
Noised the lover, fucked; upstairs and
down.
Come take a dance.
Grunted, yelping, crunch crunch.
- I can swim
Shrieked the lover, ejaculate white.
Come taste my life.
- You can't swim
Moaned the lover, fluid and sinew
Look at his face.
- You can't swim.
How to make friends in the bedroom
"JESUS CHRIST," I yelled,
"GET OUT OF HERE."
And, with that I hurled my empty glass
against the wall and was left alone.
I've been reading too much
of one man, I thought.
But, watching the glass break
and then the fear;
it felt good.
I have been too kind
-on the surface,
I surrounded myself
with people so that I wasn't alone.
But, I was lonely. -I still am.
Life is stripped away
when you engage with the dead
and that is what they are
-most of them.
At face value
they can appear kind,
nicely scented
or look like an excellent fuck,
but inside of them
there is a dusty void.
When you become entwined
with these creatures
life soon stops,
and there is nothing left to do
apart from send them away
-(with the hope that they
haven't tainted everything)-
by any means you can
muster.
"JESUS CHRIST," I yelled,
"GET OUT OF HERE."
And, with that I hurled my empty glass
against the wall and was left alone.
I've been reading too much
of one man, I thought.
But, watching the glass break
and then the fear;
it felt good.
I have been too kind
-on the surface,
I surrounded myself
with people so that I wasn't alone.
But, I was lonely. -I still am.
Life is stripped away
when you engage with the dead
and that is what they are
-most of them.
At face value
they can appear kind,
nicely scented
or look like an excellent fuck,
but inside of them
there is a dusty void.
When you become entwined
with these creatures
life soon stops,
and there is nothing left to do
apart from send them away
-(with the hope that they
haven't tainted everything)-
by any means you can
muster.
"blade"
It hurts, why couldn’t I stop the blade?
Why would it not cut? I did not bleed
I just watched it curve, why couldn’t I
Find the strength to press harder, why
Couldn’t I find the strength to stop it?
It Doesn’t hurt, why do I feel nothing?
It hurts, or does it, I don’t know, It
Hurts not knowing.
It hurts, why couldn’t I stop the blade?
Why would it not cut? I did not bleed
I just watched it curve, why couldn’t I
Find the strength to press harder, why
Couldn’t I find the strength to stop it?
It Doesn’t hurt, why do I feel nothing?
It hurts, or does it, I don’t know, It
Hurts not knowing.
"Chains of Destiny"
bound by
the chains of destiny
i ask of you
do i see
what lies in front of me
am i blind
i ask of thee
to please save me
from which
i am bound
my arms are going numb
i feel hatred
coming from somewhere
im not sure
what this means
but i am bound
by the chains
of destiny
thorn covered
chains
carring the hate
of others
bund by this
same destiny
bound by
the chains of destiny
i ask of you
do i see
what lies in front of me
am i blind
i ask of thee
to please save me
from which
i am bound
my arms are going numb
i feel hatred
coming from somewhere
im not sure
what this means
but i am bound
by the chains
of destiny
thorn covered
chains
carring the hate
of others
bund by this
same destiny
