Poetry competition CLOSED 6th March 2016 11:25pm
WINNER
rowantree
rowantree
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Hepcat61
A Terrible Resolve
Do you always think you recall how your days and nights have passed? Do you ever feel like someone is stalking you? Or perhaps, just maybe... you're the one who is the stalker.
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PASSING
Distant and out to sea, the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard - the call of gulls – drifts on the gray of early morning. As if in a dream, I walk the dunes, between foam-kissed shorelines and misted hillocks covered with swaying sea grass grown tall, that leans away as the breath of incoming waves approaches, and fades back as they exhale.
Dark hair in my eyes, I look up the wandering coast and make out the figure of a young woman who is also walking, barefoot and solo, while the onshore breezes push the straw hair from her brow, her pale eyes peering with interest as we draw near, her mouth softening with acceptance. Then, passing each other, we both keep turning every few steps to watch the other walking further away. The sand starts to swallow my feet as I slowly make my way towards the shallows.
bending at tide pool’s
edge, the crabs startle and freeze
as I peer into
the grave of her barnacle
slumbering, finding my own
A haibun is a Japanese short poetic narrative with a haiku/senryu or a tanka link. This piece has a tanka link.
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PASSING
Distant and out to sea, the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard - the call of gulls – drifts on the gray of early morning. As if in a dream, I walk the dunes, between foam-kissed shorelines and misted hillocks covered with swaying sea grass grown tall, that leans away as the breath of incoming waves approaches, and fades back as they exhale.
Dark hair in my eyes, I look up the wandering coast and make out the figure of a young woman who is also walking, barefoot and solo, while the onshore breezes push the straw hair from her brow, her pale eyes peering with interest as we draw near, her mouth softening with acceptance. Then, passing each other, we both keep turning every few steps to watch the other walking further away. The sand starts to swallow my feet as I slowly make my way towards the shallows.
bending at tide pool’s
edge, the crabs startle and freeze
as I peer into
the grave of her barnacle
slumbering, finding my own
A haibun is a Japanese short poetic narrative with a haiku/senryu or a tanka link. This piece has a tanka link.
jemac said:
lost dreams
she dreams of perfumed fields of lavender,
the salty air against her skin and lips
the feel of his lips against hers
brushing away the salt from her skin
sand through her fingers,
cascading
.......
Thank you very much, dear jemac, for your artistic offering to the competition. --Jade
lost dreams
she dreams of perfumed fields of lavender,
the salty air against her skin and lips
the feel of his lips against hers
brushing away the salt from her skin
sand through her fingers,
cascading
.......
Thank you very much, dear jemac, for your artistic offering to the competition. --Jade
Smoking pot
The third drink
was fairly enough
to love him more
than she would have
loved him
five minutes before.
She started kissing him
just right at the bar
before they leave
and go at the car.
The day before
her wedding dress
was prepared
innocent white
sewed with ten years
of feeling uptight.
The year before
her virgin boyfriend
asked her to marry him
she cried a lot
she was never good
in controlling happiness
and started smoking pot.
The life before
for sure she was a bird
cause always her duvets,
her pillows and boobs,
were filled with feather
and her luck is like an egg
once broken
pieces never get back together.
Everything was prepared
for a memorable ceremony
everything was
everything would be
the change of her life
the fruit of a new tree.
The unknown old guy
opened the car door
put her inside
and went to pee the tree.
So much alcohol
no space for it
sperm was demanding
didn’t like this shit.
She put on his car seat
a glass of white wine
for him to find it after peeing
and have a laugh and a line.
Before he enters the car
he drew his pants down
to be ready for fun
and the glass, painfully,
entered his arse,
and smashed glasses
cut some veins of his gun.
The doctor said to him
that a guy can live
without having to use his dick,
his impotence should not be
a problem for his mentality
“welcome to the virtual reality”.
She made it to the wedding
but all the night before
she was dreaming of carrots
and spicy cucumbers
screaming out of pain
running after her to eat her vein.
The groom couldn’t make it
he was crying all day
because of a call he received
from far away.
His father had committed suicide
he had come for the wedding
after more than ten years
that he hadn’t seen his son’s fears.
He went to the hospital
saw his dad dead
with blood on his bottom
and bandage on his best friend.
The window was open
he throw himself down,
the bride could see him
wearing her white dress
and red lipstick
feeling like a clown.
She couldn’t believe it
she slapped all the flowers
and throw the holy wine
inside her deep throat gift,
she cried a lot
and started smoking her pot.
The third drink
was fairly enough
to love him more
than she would have
loved him
five minutes before.
She started kissing him
just right at the bar
before they leave
and go at the car.
The day before
her wedding dress
was prepared
innocent white
sewed with ten years
of feeling uptight.
The year before
her virgin boyfriend
asked her to marry him
she cried a lot
she was never good
in controlling happiness
and started smoking pot.
The life before
for sure she was a bird
cause always her duvets,
her pillows and boobs,
were filled with feather
and her luck is like an egg
once broken
pieces never get back together.
Everything was prepared
for a memorable ceremony
everything was
everything would be
the change of her life
the fruit of a new tree.
The unknown old guy
opened the car door
put her inside
and went to pee the tree.
So much alcohol
no space for it
sperm was demanding
didn’t like this shit.
She put on his car seat
a glass of white wine
for him to find it after peeing
and have a laugh and a line.
Before he enters the car
he drew his pants down
to be ready for fun
and the glass, painfully,
entered his arse,
and smashed glasses
cut some veins of his gun.
The doctor said to him
that a guy can live
without having to use his dick,
his impotence should not be
a problem for his mentality
“welcome to the virtual reality”.
She made it to the wedding
but all the night before
she was dreaming of carrots
and spicy cucumbers
screaming out of pain
running after her to eat her vein.
The groom couldn’t make it
he was crying all day
because of a call he received
from far away.
His father had committed suicide
he had come for the wedding
after more than ten years
that he hadn’t seen his son’s fears.
He went to the hospital
saw his dad dead
with blood on his bottom
and bandage on his best friend.
The window was open
he throw himself down,
the bride could see him
wearing her white dress
and red lipstick
feeling like a clown.
She couldn’t believe it
she slapped all the flowers
and throw the holy wine
inside her deep throat gift,
she cried a lot
and started smoking her pot.
Artemios said:Smoking pot
The third drink
was fairly enough
to love him more
than she would have
loved him
five minutes before.
She started kissing him
just right at the bar
before they leave
and go at the car.
.......
Thank you, Art, with my appreciation for you sharing your ink in the competition.
The third drink
was fairly enough
to love him more
than she would have
loved him
five minutes before.
She started kissing him
just right at the bar
before they leave
and go at the car.
.......
Thank you, Art, with my appreciation for you sharing your ink in the competition.
Hello to all! It amazes me that we have now made the turn at the halfway point in the competition, with - count 'em - six✋☝️more days left to go. You can do a lot in 6 days, including an entry, if you still haven't joined in yet.
Or, if you want to do a 2nd entry, you've got plenty of time.
Keep up the great work, and don't forget, if you have a question, feel free to pm me, and thank you! --Jade💟
Or, if you want to do a 2nd entry, you've got plenty of time.
Keep up the great work, and don't forget, if you have a question, feel free to pm me, and thank you! --Jade💟
Jade-Pandora said:Hello to all! It amazes me that we have now made the turn at the halfway point in the competition, with - count 'em - six✋☝️more days left to go. You can do a lot in 6 days, including an entry, if you still haven't joined in yet.
Or, if you want to do a 2nd entry, you've got plenty of time.
Keep up the great work, and don't forget, if you have a question, feel free to pm me, and thank you! --Jade💟
"BUMP" -- To greet the day with this astounding place we're at in the competition, with lots of wonderful entries so far! SIX DAYS -- lots more to come, and join in if you've been thinking of doing so. I'd love to see you all drop by, so grab a virtual pen and notepad, and let's make week #2 the best one yet!
CHEERS! --Jade
Or, if you want to do a 2nd entry, you've got plenty of time.
Keep up the great work, and don't forget, if you have a question, feel free to pm me, and thank you! --Jade💟
"BUMP" -- To greet the day with this astounding place we're at in the competition, with lots of wonderful entries so far! SIX DAYS -- lots more to come, and join in if you've been thinking of doing so. I'd love to see you all drop by, so grab a virtual pen and notepad, and let's make week #2 the best one yet!
CHEERS! --Jade
Culinaire du purgatory
Hand in hand with Demeter
casting long shadows of art culinaire
life long endeavors of alchemy
metamorphosize anything
from abalone to zucchini
into gold
your love faded like twilight's eve
into darkness
and passions that once ran wild
now resemble amber
embalming memories
in ethanol & either
to preserve
what we once had
deafening echos of silence
shatter our lives song
fragmented pieces
leave deep wounds
to rattle in catacombs
their echos
reveal to us
that we
cannot withstand
the truth
Hand in hand with Demeter
casting long shadows of art culinaire
life long endeavors of alchemy
metamorphosize anything
from abalone to zucchini
into gold
your love faded like twilight's eve
into darkness
and passions that once ran wild
now resemble amber
embalming memories
in ethanol & either
to preserve
what we once had
deafening echos of silence
shatter our lives song
fragmented pieces
leave deep wounds
to rattle in catacombs
their echos
reveal to us
that we
cannot withstand
the truth
SatansSperm said:Culinaire du purgatory
Hand in hand with Demeter
casting long shadows of art culinaire
life long endeavors of alchemy
metamorphosize anything
from abalone to zucchini
into gold
your love faded like twilight's eve
into darkness
and passions that once ran wild
now resemble amber
.......
Appreciations, and thank you, SS, for sharing your ink in the competition. --Jade
Hand in hand with Demeter
casting long shadows of art culinaire
life long endeavors of alchemy
metamorphosize anything
from abalone to zucchini
into gold
your love faded like twilight's eve
into darkness
and passions that once ran wild
now resemble amber
.......
Appreciations, and thank you, SS, for sharing your ink in the competition. --Jade
Everything looks so serene, so inviting, no matter which path you travel. And how will you know what fate you're headed towards, which way to go when it comes time to decide?
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WHO'S THERE? IS THAT YOU?? ...and a disembodied voice slowly replies... No man, it's you...
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Hello all, and a happy weekend to you!
Have you who want to still enter the competition been able to start working on your poem? It's hard to believe that there's one more day! Still, I hope from those who have let me know recently that they're still in the running, will be pushing it till the "11th hour", and get that ink IN.
Wishing you all the best as the competition is now in the final turn and headed to the finish line. Thanks, everybody! --Jade
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Have you who want to still enter the competition been able to start working on your poem? It's hard to believe that there's one more day! Still, I hope from those who have let me know recently that they're still in the running, will be pushing it till the "11th hour", and get that ink IN.
Wishing you all the best as the competition is now in the final turn and headed to the finish line. Thanks, everybody! --Jade
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Unselfish Prayer
I had this radiant glow,
this vibrant shine
that most expecting moms exude.
Musing of a stretched womb
intricate map covering me with
written lines that announce
“a beautiful creation lives inside.”
Skimming maternity catalogues
window shopping unisex clothing,
hoping this precious gem would have
my eyes and his father's temperament.
I waited patiently for signs of precious life,
yet I felt nothing.
My body had forsaken me
a karmic omen this had to be,
I felt like a failure, less than a woman.
Nightmares I couldn’t seem to wake up from,
reoccurred during the daytime.
I’m laid up in a fetal neonatal unit
with anesthesia walls closing in on me
with the smell of despair becoming my air.
Hooked to and plugged into wires that
diagnosed doom, monitored mayhem,
and recorded reality; as desperation set in.
Lap coat clipboard carrying specialists,
all with the same insane grim prognosis.
(Terminate, Abort)
How could I? How could I?
I’m crying, I’m afraid! I'm feeling selfish! I’m angry!
What type of mother brings a child in this world-
with its quality of life uncertain,
and his life expectancy up in the air?
My mind consumed cancerous thoughts,
soul shattered in shard pieces
spirit in ash of hope’s residue,
and my heart……my heart stopped...
every, single, day!
I was completely broken!
I ripped off all my tubes, and crawled from the structure
that housed me for the last 17 weeks,…
making my way to my knees. I needed to pray one last time!
Not like the ones that often lead to begging…
for a healthy child.
I prayed for wisdom and discernment in the moment,
to be giving the tools to care for, and fight for my child-
no matter the complications.
I asked God to ‘prepare me’ for my child.
Tears disfigured my face, knees on fire,
I slowly stood up, turned around to find three nurses.
(Symbolic of the father, son, and holy spirit???)
Snatched IV lines and bells, alerted them to my room.
They never interrupted me, they knew this was needed.
Silently re-adjusting me back in bed and walked out quietly.
A few minutes had passed before my son….
finally kicked for the very first time.
I broke down in tears! They wouldn’t stop flowing,
I cried my eyes swollen, my voice weak and my heart heavy,
because I knew my prayer, was answered.
Rain~
My son, Jared!
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Doctors don't have the final say: Born with one kidney, slightly developmentally delayed, high blood pressure, but relatively healthy. When he walked across the stage at his graduation, I literally cried like a baby. Proud Mom! My air!
I had this radiant glow,
this vibrant shine
that most expecting moms exude.
Musing of a stretched womb
intricate map covering me with
written lines that announce
“a beautiful creation lives inside.”
Skimming maternity catalogues
window shopping unisex clothing,
hoping this precious gem would have
my eyes and his father's temperament.
I waited patiently for signs of precious life,
yet I felt nothing.
My body had forsaken me
a karmic omen this had to be,
I felt like a failure, less than a woman.
Nightmares I couldn’t seem to wake up from,
reoccurred during the daytime.
I’m laid up in a fetal neonatal unit
with anesthesia walls closing in on me
with the smell of despair becoming my air.
Hooked to and plugged into wires that
diagnosed doom, monitored mayhem,
and recorded reality; as desperation set in.
Lap coat clipboard carrying specialists,
all with the same insane grim prognosis.
(Terminate, Abort)
How could I? How could I?
I’m crying, I’m afraid! I'm feeling selfish! I’m angry!
What type of mother brings a child in this world-
with its quality of life uncertain,
and his life expectancy up in the air?
My mind consumed cancerous thoughts,
soul shattered in shard pieces
spirit in ash of hope’s residue,
and my heart……my heart stopped...
every, single, day!
I was completely broken!
I ripped off all my tubes, and crawled from the structure
that housed me for the last 17 weeks,…
making my way to my knees. I needed to pray one last time!
Not like the ones that often lead to begging…
for a healthy child.
I prayed for wisdom and discernment in the moment,
to be giving the tools to care for, and fight for my child-
no matter the complications.
I asked God to ‘prepare me’ for my child.
Tears disfigured my face, knees on fire,
I slowly stood up, turned around to find three nurses.
(Symbolic of the father, son, and holy spirit???)
Snatched IV lines and bells, alerted them to my room.
They never interrupted me, they knew this was needed.
Silently re-adjusting me back in bed and walked out quietly.
A few minutes had passed before my son….
finally kicked for the very first time.
I broke down in tears! They wouldn’t stop flowing,
I cried my eyes swollen, my voice weak and my heart heavy,
because I knew my prayer, was answered.
Rain~
My son, Jared!
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Doctors don't have the final say: Born with one kidney, slightly developmentally delayed, high blood pressure, but relatively healthy. When he walked across the stage at his graduation, I literally cried like a baby. Proud Mom! My air!
rain1courtel said:Unselfish Prayer
I had this radiant glow,
this vibrant shine
that most expecting moms exude.
Musing of a stretched womb
intricate map covering me with
written lines that announce
“a beautiful creation lives inside.”
Skimming maternity catalogues
window shopping unisex clothing,
hoping this precious gem would have
my eyes and his father's temperament.
I waited patiently for signs of precious life,
yet I felt nothing.
My body had forsaken me
a karmic omen this had to be,
I felt like a failure, less than a woman.
Nightmares I couldn’t seem to wake up from,
reoccurred during the daytime.
.......
Thank you, dear Rain, for joining in and sharing this in the competition. Honor. --Jade💟
I had this radiant glow,
this vibrant shine
that most expecting moms exude.
Musing of a stretched womb
intricate map covering me with
written lines that announce
“a beautiful creation lives inside.”
Skimming maternity catalogues
window shopping unisex clothing,
hoping this precious gem would have
my eyes and his father's temperament.
I waited patiently for signs of precious life,
yet I felt nothing.
My body had forsaken me
a karmic omen this had to be,
I felt like a failure, less than a woman.
Nightmares I couldn’t seem to wake up from,
reoccurred during the daytime.
.......
Thank you, dear Rain, for joining in and sharing this in the competition. Honor. --Jade💟
The moment is at hand, and I'm excited to announce the results of my first-time hosted competition! I thank everyone who participated for your generosity of spirit for the entries: poetry of every stripe and imagining. To avoid being overwhelmed, I long-handed a list of everyone and their titles, then scored each between a point range, from 1.5 to 5.0, with #1 left open till the scoring was done. From the highest (and I didn't need to change a thing), I chose who placed first, with 2 runners-up, and 2 honorable mentions. With a total of 24 entries, I'm very proud. So now, without further adieu:
FIRST PLACE: goes to rowantree, for his poem, "California"! Rowan, every time I'd read your ink, I'd wind up wearing a very satisfied smile after the finish. A writer can't ask for better than that. My sincerest congratulations, and it's your first trophy!
RUNNERS-UP: to the lovely Grace, for her poem, "Shutting Down"! Grace, your ink gut-hit me right at the very last line. Thank you, dear, and my congratulations!
And, to the even lovelier Hepcat61, for the biting grit of his poem, "Blooding"! Geoff, it was hard to reread it immediately after my first reading, while still in the grip of its spell. An honor to congratulate you!
HONORABLE MENTIONS: to TinaLouise, for her poem, "Homicidal Antidote". TinaLouise, your poem, like much of your other ink, is compelling, even before I reached its end. One somehow knows there are many out there who welcome the rest from such an antidote. Congratulations, for your skill to have others feel deeply what they may never experience.
And, to RevolutionAL, for his poem, "Resolution Tuesday". Al, yours is a fine example of less being so much more when well-executed. It took me only a moment after my first reading to know its full implication, by the simple use of spelling out the word "rope" as a hanging rope. Congratulations, sir, in light of your word-smithing.
And certainly not least, my sheer glad-heart'd congratulations to ALL of you! I hope to see you back when it's time for me to host another competition - which shouldn't be too far from now!
with love,
Jadey <3
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FIRST PLACE: goes to rowantree, for his poem, "California"! Rowan, every time I'd read your ink, I'd wind up wearing a very satisfied smile after the finish. A writer can't ask for better than that. My sincerest congratulations, and it's your first trophy!
RUNNERS-UP: to the lovely Grace, for her poem, "Shutting Down"! Grace, your ink gut-hit me right at the very last line. Thank you, dear, and my congratulations!
And, to the even lovelier Hepcat61, for the biting grit of his poem, "Blooding"! Geoff, it was hard to reread it immediately after my first reading, while still in the grip of its spell. An honor to congratulate you!
HONORABLE MENTIONS: to TinaLouise, for her poem, "Homicidal Antidote". TinaLouise, your poem, like much of your other ink, is compelling, even before I reached its end. One somehow knows there are many out there who welcome the rest from such an antidote. Congratulations, for your skill to have others feel deeply what they may never experience.
And, to RevolutionAL, for his poem, "Resolution Tuesday". Al, yours is a fine example of less being so much more when well-executed. It took me only a moment after my first reading to know its full implication, by the simple use of spelling out the word "rope" as a hanging rope. Congratulations, sir, in light of your word-smithing.
And certainly not least, my sheer glad-heart'd congratulations to ALL of you! I hope to see you back when it's time for me to host another competition - which shouldn't be too far from now!
with love,
Jadey <3
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