Poetry competition CLOSED 13th June 2016 11:28am
WINNER
Vee (Rina)
Vee (Rina)
RUNNER-UP:
JohnFeddeler
use a stepladder
Blurt on the Wobbly Web
I like to think the best of folk,
Occasion’lly the worst.
Sometimes I put my foot in it,
adding my two cents' worth.
The internet's a foggy mirror
that's smeared with Vaseline,
reflecting our own defeats
clothed in false modesty.
It rarely lifts its veil for us,
this hydra of distrust.
Tempts us to flirt, sometimes to sin,
then treats us with disgust.
I like to think the best of folk,
Occasion’lly the worst.
Sometimes I put my foot in it,
adding my two cents' worth.
The internet's a foggy mirror
that's smeared with Vaseline,
reflecting our own defeats
clothed in false modesty.
It rarely lifts its veil for us,
this hydra of distrust.
Tempts us to flirt, sometimes to sin,
then treats us with disgust.
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mid night
oceans
alone floating
on vast sheets
silver caressing moonlit wake
a single momentum facing stars
to weep and who would know
breath extends in fractured constellations
abundantly denatured through time
seemingly stars can seep
into the soul
floating alone
silent
mid night
oceans
alone floating
on vast sheets
silver caressing moonlit wake
a single momentum facing stars
to weep and who would know
breath extends in fractured constellations
abundantly denatured through time
seemingly stars can seep
into the soul
floating alone
silent
fading today
into hypnagogic grey
phosphenes swallowing you
a tapered fall,
a cerebral revolve
around a dissonant tune
blaring quiescence
through unconscious moments
lived through a brume
some dreams
are just a color scheme
and déjà vu
Common(ly)
Sleep during the day
Work during the night
A backwards life is mine
But in meth town USA
The homeland which I live
I'm just a common green leaf
Common is what is around you
And they whom surround you
Not something set aside
There is no given guide
To each their own
Common or uncommon
Each eye views different hues
So you can see
Common is commonly different
From the common you commonly think of as..
Common
Sleep during the day
Work during the night
A backwards life is mine
But in meth town USA
The homeland which I live
I'm just a common green leaf
Common is what is around you
And they whom surround you
Not something set aside
There is no given guide
To each their own
Common or uncommon
Each eye views different hues
So you can see
Common is commonly different
From the common you commonly think of as..
Common
Lunatic desert
Someday I’ll get some rest
in the crevice of an oasis
where the drink will have a shape
and the question will be just sperm.
Over this immaterial salvation
all what is inside and all the outers
of this over-lunatic desert
they will creak one after the other.
Someday I’ll get some rest
in the crevice of an oasis
where the drink will have a shape
and the question will be just sperm.
Over this immaterial salvation
all what is inside and all the outers
of this over-lunatic desert
they will creak one after the other.
Look Away
…and the heaven cried salt of the earth
turning gods to stones
trapped behind looking glass waving banner of sympathy
will and power, sonorous luster seem-stress at window sill
cutting around stained cloth treading threads carefully
chafed rags soaked in sorrow echoing mind fields
cut once, cut twice, patchwork of fractures sewn
nothing’s remembered, un-mouthed in museum of history
collect good deeds one by one
journey is long to afterlife
rattling rusty chains, sack of souls
the suitcase is heavy for the haul
Isolation breeds ashen yawns, eyes sting in wake-less dawn
we still love the water as we drown, to float above white clouds
damnation you say?
when we did nothing
absolutely nothing
but
look away.
…and the heaven cried salt of the earth
turning gods to stones
trapped behind looking glass waving banner of sympathy
will and power, sonorous luster seem-stress at window sill
cutting around stained cloth treading threads carefully
chafed rags soaked in sorrow echoing mind fields
cut once, cut twice, patchwork of fractures sewn
nothing’s remembered, un-mouthed in museum of history
collect good deeds one by one
journey is long to afterlife
rattling rusty chains, sack of souls
the suitcase is heavy for the haul
Isolation breeds ashen yawns, eyes sting in wake-less dawn
we still love the water as we drown, to float above white clouds
damnation you say?
when we did nothing
absolutely nothing
but
look away.
Wasteland Heart
Scorched, acrid wasteland
Chest sucking in,
Viciously
Excruciatingly cognizant,
This paroxysm, my eternal secret
Sadistically,
Circumscribed to your soul.
Fractured, like a desert in desiccation
Tunnelling deep to quench this,
Futile desire.
Hollow, echoing chasm
Ribs grinding,
sucking in more emptiness.
Lungs desperate to embrace,
your essence
Inside me, finally filled
Never...
So pure in spirit, in connection
Your true spirit animal,
Miles apart, never to migrate,
Together, towards each other like a magnet
Never, you'll never know
Broken into molecules, atoms
Nothing to you
Nothing more than the air you breathe,
Probably not even that
Omnipresent,
Unrequited
Scorched, acrid wasteland
Chest sucking in,
Viciously
Excruciatingly cognizant,
This paroxysm, my eternal secret
Sadistically,
Circumscribed to your soul.
Fractured, like a desert in desiccation
Tunnelling deep to quench this,
Futile desire.
Hollow, echoing chasm
Ribs grinding,
sucking in more emptiness.
Lungs desperate to embrace,
your essence
Inside me, finally filled
Never...
So pure in spirit, in connection
Your true spirit animal,
Miles apart, never to migrate,
Together, towards each other like a magnet
Never, you'll never know
Broken into molecules, atoms
Nothing to you
Nothing more than the air you breathe,
Probably not even that
Omnipresent,
Unrequited
