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Ode to the female poet

LobodeSanPedro
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Poetry Contest

Write a tributary piece to (or with) your favorite female writer
As this is the last day of Women's History Month and the beginning of Poetry Month - I wanted to host a challenge that pays tribute to man's better half.

Entries can be presented in one of three ways:

1. As a tributary piece describing the virtues of the woman as a friend, writer, mother - lover ...

2. Written in the style - on a topic of your choosing - of your chosen poet. Please provide a link to one of your favorite pieces by the poet.

3. As a collaboration between your chosen poet and yourself.

~ NEW writes only
~ Any style is fine
~ You can choose whomever ... Emily Dickinson to Tracy K. Smith ... or any of the wonderful writers we have here at DUP.
~ Up to two entries  

Have fun!

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Sundae
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Emily Dickinson, I give my thanks to you,
You gave me my skill for poetry,
You made my talent true,
If only you could have lived to see,
Just how much I owe you,
Without you I could never write,
You helped me treat my blues,
You helped me find my light,

Thank you Emily Dickinson for passing on your trait,
Writing seems to be hereditary,
Thanks to you I'll be great,
Because of you poetry is a talent I carry,

So one last time I thank you,
Oh Emily, if only you knew,  

LobodeSanPedro
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Emily Dickinson is one of my favorites too.  Reading her helps me shape my haiku.  Thank you for kicking things off with a writer who was unappreciated in her time.

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Thanks, I actually chose Emily Dickinson because I'm  related to her.  

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Dedicated to the memory of those I've loved and lost...

Enticed
†††
Your beauty steps out of the darkness,
Like the fire on a demonic night,
In the mind deeply etched for eternity,
For all those who tried and they died...

I see through your eyes like a window,
That travels straight into the soul,
Enticed by the magic of mystery,
Of one of the most beautiful faces known...

There is no one that sparks like your fire,
The spirits have blessed you so well,
Anticipation casts the illusion,
Which holds us deep under your spell...

Your lips defined by enchantment,
So perfect and painted to tease,
You could smile with anticipation,
Where we would easily fall to our knees...

Your hair like strands of perfection,
Of the spiral of the widows web,
You definitely have our attention,
Without you is what we would dread...

Hold tight to your fortune of beauty,
And know that the world looks at you,
Entranced by the deepened excitement,
Your pale skin so gorgeous and true...

You just have that look of all evil,
With a smile designed just to taunt,
I wish that I was in your nightmare,
Forever in my dreams you could haunt...

Passion takes a long recognition,
And you have everything that is required,
Just remember that sincere contemplation,
Is controlled with a baptism by fire...

So know that you have graced with your beauty,
To all those who carry your dream,
Thank you for sharing with us,
In a world where it’s not as it seems...

The mortals know that you're gorgeous,
The Princess of all Gothic creeds,
Never lose faith in the darkness,
I wrote this to you, it’s from me...
†††

MadameLavender
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When The Rain Fell


When the rain fell,
was it dust and hot ash, from the tumultuous skies
pressing down upon you
at times,
a firestorm in your heavens,

Or was it the tears of the Muses,
filling your womb
with the words to spill out,
birthed by your pen,
so that Creation would stand and take notice
of who you are?

Was it God
who sprinkled dove-feathers
cloaking you in the rainy seasons, where you stumbled
upon revelations hidden to protect your heart
until their appointed times?

I stood outside your door, one night
and looked, hopefully,
reverently,
wondering if you saw me there, through your window,
amidst the millions of others on the streets of New York,

Hustle, bustle, to and fro—

My shoes,
now on a path you once trod.

How did you see through the rain
when it fell on you;
how did you get by?
Because I can’t see right now,
only what’s right before me, and your door—

How do I do this,
Won’t you tell me, Patti?

I walked on though the rain, stopping
to pick up the feathers that were yours when you needed them,
now wetted from the mist,
and I placed them on me, a coat of grace
from the Maker of our souls.

“I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust..... He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.”  Psalm 91:2,4



For Patti Smith  http://www.americansongwriter.com/2014/10/patti-smith-warrior-poet/

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Ode To The Female Poet...

Stevie Smith
Was the one I
Ode most to...

Vee
Vee
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poet Anonymous

Plaths path


It isn't the differences in places
that feed the dark beast
so much as it is the things
that never change
no matter where you go
or who you meet

things are fine
then there it is

she could close her eyes and
make the world stop
but keeping them open for long
would hurt
she knew it wasn't fair

the fear of herself


running in place from a ghost
that's never gone
darkness has a sound
and them that have heard it
dread its approach
cower anxiously worried
wondering when
its coming
back

she'd had her fill and the ink
won't always bleed away the meaning
the underlying feelings
messages fading into remains

staining her to infinity
though she couldn't handle
another day
because some of the best
Just can't stay



LobodeSanPedro
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Wonderful ink thus far ... Tell me more about her empowerment ...

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toniscales
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LSP, if we were to use the option of writing in the style of our chosen poet, might we use something we've already posted on DUP? Thanks.

LobodeSanPedro
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toniscales said:LSP, if we were to use the option of writing in the style of our chosen poet, might we use something we've already posted on DUP? Thanks.

I want to keep it new writes only for this one Toni. Thanks for checking.

poet Anonymous

I just want to say, I love Emma Watson! 😊

summultima
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grt comp LSP n some nice reads above.
would love to be bk posting on my two fav DUP poetesses, If I do within ur timeline hopefully:)

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Tribute to Wendy Cope:

RED PANTOUM

My hand is a red
cardboard trombone
swimming in the Med
with a cherry ice cream cone.

Cardboard trombone:
I love it when you toot
with a cherry ice cream cone
all covered in red fruit.

I love it when you toot
while you’re wearing red trousers
all covered in red fruit.
You’re amazing! Wowzers!

While you’re wearing red trousers
and your best ruby vest
you’re amazing! Wowzers!
May I make a request?

With your best ruby vest
going down to your knees
may I make a request?
It involves chimpanzees.

Going down to your knees -
'tis a very sweet thought.
It involves chimpanzees.
(They’re a little bit short).

‘Tis a very sweet thought.
My hands are all red.
They’re a little bit short
for swimming in the Med.



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