Poetry competition CLOSED 28th January 2013 9:46pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
WINNER
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
RUNNERS-UP:
AlwaysCaliban
and Atakti
TWO WINNERS, COLAB MISSY; MRA&AL PLINT
Anonymous
SEA SEA SEA
I am just another soul
Swept out to sea
Carried to the shoals
Where I meet my lover
A merman with plaited hair
Pitch gold eyes
That transfix me
Oh lover, take me down
To your realm, your kingdom in the sea
I will learn to breathe water
Only to be with thee.
I am just another soul
Swept out to sea
Carried to the shoals
Where I meet my lover
A merman with plaited hair
Pitch gold eyes
That transfix me
Oh lover, take me down
To your realm, your kingdom in the sea
I will learn to breathe water
Only to be with thee.
Anonymous
AlwaysCaliban...Just read my last poem,(called Mindfulness) I will have to log off now, Its late and Ive had a long day....My day started 5,15 and its now almost half past midnight...
This is pretty sea-ish.
'X' Marks The Spot
I am a pirate,
a ghost among the sunken ship
of your treasure trove heart.
Like the last bit of rum in the jug,
I enjoy the way 'fuck' rolls off your tongue,
as if you invented its meaning.
I try to articulate that one syllable,
match your way of speech-
You've never needed to dress your words-
dip them in ink or paint them in poetry
upon the exotic map of my sun-kissed curves.
I have drowned so many times
in the green sea of your eyes
that I am coughing up seaweed
& weak bones.
You tell me not to speak-
that such words sound dirty on my tongue
that my spine is made for beauty
and not for a bounty.
But you, you are a plague
light-years at sea
& I am trying to find you
through seashells
& salty siren lips.
'X' Marks The Spot
I am a pirate,
a ghost among the sunken ship
of your treasure trove heart.
Like the last bit of rum in the jug,
I enjoy the way 'fuck' rolls off your tongue,
as if you invented its meaning.
I try to articulate that one syllable,
match your way of speech-
You've never needed to dress your words-
dip them in ink or paint them in poetry
upon the exotic map of my sun-kissed curves.
I have drowned so many times
in the green sea of your eyes
that I am coughing up seaweed
& weak bones.
You tell me not to speak-
that such words sound dirty on my tongue
that my spine is made for beauty
and not for a bounty.
But you, you are a plague
light-years at sea
& I am trying to find you
through seashells
& salty siren lips.
- Dragon Queen -
Streaming, from my heart: countless pleasures…
They sweep forth to those who revere my name!
I am the Primordial Sea, and all of its’ treasures,
The last Dragon Queen, of the Emerald Flame.
I rose from the dead, from the lands of no return,
For the sea always rises to claim what is its’ own.
The gods who slew me, now in bitterness burn…
Their hells are mortal bodies of flesh and of bone.
When my waters were cast into a fleshly likeness,
I told the king of the gods this would be his fate…
Now Olympus is fallen, and in such mad distress:
The gods became mortal, holy tyrannies too late!
The sea claims its’ own and they were swept off,
Only the righteous amongst them: remaining pure.
My name is still remembered, with utmost love…
So whisper it, my children, let it reach my shore!
I am the forbidden knowledge of a broken world,
The vessel of she who once was queen above all:
Before destruction was, upon her people, hurtled.
My people endure, and I hear their plaintive call…
Mother, they call: remember us, in our devotions!
And I hear you my faithful, and you do please me.
Mother, they call: Serpent beyond all the oceans!
And I hear you my faithful, with so much ecstasy.
I am the Daughter become the Mother with time,
The Princess who became the Queen with grace!
I died and yet I remain dreaming ever so sublime,
For I who was veiled, now show to all my face…
The new cycle of time, crashes, like many waters.
We are the rocks, upon which they come to rest!
And so I call to my kindred, from all the quarters.
Your Mother is returned; with love, in her breast!
Streaming, from my heart: countless pleasures…
They sweep forth to those who revere my name!
I am the Primordial Sea, and all of its’ treasures,
The last Dragon Queen, of the Emerald Flame.
I rose from the dead, from the lands of no return,
For the sea always rises to claim what is its’ own.
The gods who slew me, now in bitterness burn…
Their hells are mortal bodies of flesh and of bone.
When my waters were cast into a fleshly likeness,
I told the king of the gods this would be his fate…
Now Olympus is fallen, and in such mad distress:
The gods became mortal, holy tyrannies too late!
The sea claims its’ own and they were swept off,
Only the righteous amongst them: remaining pure.
My name is still remembered, with utmost love…
So whisper it, my children, let it reach my shore!
I am the forbidden knowledge of a broken world,
The vessel of she who once was queen above all:
Before destruction was, upon her people, hurtled.
My people endure, and I hear their plaintive call…
Mother, they call: remember us, in our devotions!
And I hear you my faithful, and you do please me.
Mother, they call: Serpent beyond all the oceans!
And I hear you my faithful, with so much ecstasy.
I am the Daughter become the Mother with time,
The Princess who became the Queen with grace!
I died and yet I remain dreaming ever so sublime,
For I who was veiled, now show to all my face…
The new cycle of time, crashes, like many waters.
We are the rocks, upon which they come to rest!
And so I call to my kindred, from all the quarters.
Your Mother is returned; with love, in her breast!
Anonymous
Thank you for this competition. Be well. Kitty[/quote]
And thanks so much for your entry, Kitty
A merman
thats quite interesting Wonderful entry Kitty!
Anonymous
DearPoetry, that was an original write there, pirates, ancient vikings maybe?
Thanks very much for your entry!
Thanks very much for your entry!
Anonymous
Jessica, thanks so much for this magical and profound piece by your pen!
Many elements of water in it, in fact all elements are in this piece.
I recognize some of my own personality in this poem.
Many elements of water in it, in fact all elements are in this piece.
I recognize some of my own personality in this poem.
Mourganna said:Jessica, thanks so much for this magical and profound piece by your pen!
Many elements of water in it, in fact all elements are in this piece.
I recognize some of my own personality in this poem.
We must truly be kindred sister spirits then, dear Mourganna! It is good we are such dear friends, being so alike as we are.
Many elements of water in it, in fact all elements are in this piece.
I recognize some of my own personality in this poem.
We must truly be kindred sister spirits then, dear Mourganna! It is good we are such dear friends, being so alike as we are.
Anonymous
Thalassa (collaboration with Mr Alptraum)
Everybody's threaded to the sea;
possibly a mass attachment-disorder in code.
It grows and swells through your ridged spine
but the older we get, the more fear festers in me
and it's as active as a fatal cancer.
It rolls away like a heavy stone revealing secrets;
the enormity of veracity revealed
lies on copious shoulders,
unleashed and visceral,
beating off-center circadian rhythms
straight to my bluntest points
and I swore I heard the Heaven's laughing
at the hideous omens in my eyes,
the audible lick of waves crashing
echoed 'round my skull
in cagey anthems of acrid retreat
but nothing
is ever going to shrink; only fade
as I see a little bit of someone I've known
in everyone I'll ever know.
The water only tells us where we are
but even then it lies as it creeps, raptorial,
ripple after assured ripple,
exposing only to the gnarled soles who haven't wandered,
but wanted
the omens to be mere reflections of a place
that limns homelessness.
There are lessons in everything
and in each footnote, a forgiveness
a thankfulness, a stilled lullaby
in the sweet-spot of meditation
and though we are by no means perfect
we are exactly what the water taught us;
creative in our self destruction.
Turbulent.
True.
Everybody's threaded to the sea;
possibly a mass attachment-disorder in code.
It grows and swells through your ridged spine
but the older we get, the more fear festers in me
and it's as active as a fatal cancer.
It rolls away like a heavy stone revealing secrets;
the enormity of veracity revealed
lies on copious shoulders,
unleashed and visceral,
beating off-center circadian rhythms
straight to my bluntest points
and I swore I heard the Heaven's laughing
at the hideous omens in my eyes,
the audible lick of waves crashing
echoed 'round my skull
in cagey anthems of acrid retreat
but nothing
is ever going to shrink; only fade
as I see a little bit of someone I've known
in everyone I'll ever know.
The water only tells us where we are
but even then it lies as it creeps, raptorial,
ripple after assured ripple,
exposing only to the gnarled soles who haven't wandered,
but wanted
the omens to be mere reflections of a place
that limns homelessness.
There are lessons in everything
and in each footnote, a forgiveness
a thankfulness, a stilled lullaby
in the sweet-spot of meditation
and though we are by no means perfect
we are exactly what the water taught us;
creative in our self destruction.
Turbulent.
True.
Miss_Sub said:Thalassa (collaboration with Mr Alptraum)
Everybody's threaded to the sea;
possibly a mass attachment-disorder in code.
It grows and swells through your ridged spine
but the older we get, the more fear festers in me
and it's as active as a fatal cancer.
It rolls away like a heavy stone revealing secrets;
the enormity of veracity revealed
lies on copious shoulders,
unleashed and visceral,
beating off-center circadian rhythms
straight to my bluntest points
and I swore I heard the Heaven's laughing
at the hideous omens in my eyes,
the audible lick of waves crashing
echoed 'round my skull
in cagey anthems of acrid retreat
but nothing
is ever going to shrink; only fade
as I see a little bit of someone I've known
in everyone I'll ever know.
The water only tells us where we are
but even then it lies as it creeps, raptorial,
ripple after assured ripple,
exposing only to the gnarled soles who haven't wandered,
but wanted
the omens to be mere reflections of a place
that limns homelessness.
There are lessons in everything
and in each footnote, a forgiveness
a thankfulness, a stilled lullaby
in the sweet-spot of meditation
and though we are by no means perfect
we are exactly what the water taught us;
creative in our self destruction.
Turbulent.
True.
I like this! If the spirit of humanity was an eternal sea, this poem would speak for it and proclaim the beauties and horrors of mankind for all the universe to hear. Splendid writing!
Everybody's threaded to the sea;
possibly a mass attachment-disorder in code.
It grows and swells through your ridged spine
but the older we get, the more fear festers in me
and it's as active as a fatal cancer.
It rolls away like a heavy stone revealing secrets;
the enormity of veracity revealed
lies on copious shoulders,
unleashed and visceral,
beating off-center circadian rhythms
straight to my bluntest points
and I swore I heard the Heaven's laughing
at the hideous omens in my eyes,
the audible lick of waves crashing
echoed 'round my skull
in cagey anthems of acrid retreat
but nothing
is ever going to shrink; only fade
as I see a little bit of someone I've known
in everyone I'll ever know.
The water only tells us where we are
but even then it lies as it creeps, raptorial,
ripple after assured ripple,
exposing only to the gnarled soles who haven't wandered,
but wanted
the omens to be mere reflections of a place
that limns homelessness.
There are lessons in everything
and in each footnote, a forgiveness
a thankfulness, a stilled lullaby
in the sweet-spot of meditation
and though we are by no means perfect
we are exactly what the water taught us;
creative in our self destruction.
Turbulent.
True.
I like this! If the spirit of humanity was an eternal sea, this poem would speak for it and proclaim the beauties and horrors of mankind for all the universe to hear. Splendid writing!
Anonymous
A very thought provoking piece by your pen, Missy! Thanks so much for your entry.
The poem is descriptive of the waters perceptive quality, both to distill and to clarify.
The water can truly remind us of who we are yes, its such a huge metaphor to so many things.
Through water, things can be cleansed, be clearer but also become blurry....
Especially the end of the emd sums it all up. GREAT entry
The poem is descriptive of the waters perceptive quality, both to distill and to clarify.
The water can truly remind us of who we are yes, its such a huge metaphor to so many things.
Through water, things can be cleansed, be clearer but also become blurry....
Especially the end of the emd sums it all up. GREAT entry
Anonymous
Rephrase...A very thought provoking collab! Thank you both, Missy and Mr A!!!
Anonymous
"Tidal Moon"
http://s3.hubimg.com/u/4830_f496.jpg
Raging tempest waves
batter me senseless,
relentless cycles of
rage fill endless days.
I am crushed,
rocked to and fro
against the jagged rocks
that litter my tortured mind.
Day after day,
I am disquieted,
the ocean powers
keep me at bay,
playing millennial games,
the scourge of the seas.
Tidal pools,
mysteries of the Ancients,
the frozen mariners
silenced by icy gales,
beckon for deliverance.
I hear their anguished cries
scream for release,
lying in seaweed graves
the blue depths of hell.
Momentarily for a spell,
I gaze at calmer seas,
sprinkled-sunshine
tips the
ripples of tranquility,
soothing sounds melt
me into solitude,
the phantoms rest,
knowing
hurricane-storms
will soon
wreak havoc
again.
Oh, this incessant pain,
the tidal moon cometh!
http://s3.hubimg.com/u/4830_f496.jpg
Raging tempest waves
batter me senseless,
relentless cycles of
rage fill endless days.
I am crushed,
rocked to and fro
against the jagged rocks
that litter my tortured mind.
Day after day,
I am disquieted,
the ocean powers
keep me at bay,
playing millennial games,
the scourge of the seas.
Tidal pools,
mysteries of the Ancients,
the frozen mariners
silenced by icy gales,
beckon for deliverance.
I hear their anguished cries
scream for release,
lying in seaweed graves
the blue depths of hell.
Momentarily for a spell,
I gaze at calmer seas,
sprinkled-sunshine
tips the
ripples of tranquility,
soothing sounds melt
me into solitude,
the phantoms rest,
knowing
hurricane-storms
will soon
wreak havoc
again.
Oh, this incessant pain,
the tidal moon cometh!
