Poetry competition CLOSED 29th September 2016 5:32pm
WINNER
Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
RUNNER-UP:
HowlingWhelms
Don't Abandon Me
Poetry Contest Description
Let your emotions spill into how you compose poetry by your inspiration from the photo(s) picked.
So much about life, in and around us. is filled with abandonment. Things of beauty, such as music & the arts, the humanity and other living forms considered in-salvageable, and so much of one's love, one's faith, one's home, and our Mother Earth.
Peruse through the *TWELVE photos below, and write poetry that speaks of the photo(s) you chose. Let your emotions spill into how you compose by your inspiration from your photo picks. Thank you, and let me know what moves you. Your host, Jade.
Rules/Guidelines:
1. One Week
2. Two entries max per person (using a different photo per)
3. Title each entry with the # of the photo you've picked.
(example: #1: Walking Alone)
4. Poetry styles only (no prose or prose poetry)
5. New & not-so-new.
6. No collaborations.
7. No extreme content.
8. Use the comp thread for entries only.
9. Any question(s) you have, please pm/note me.
#1: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%207%2000.png
#2: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%2011%2000.png
#3: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%20pier%203%2000.png
#4: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned_15%2000.png
#5: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%2014%2000.png
#6: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned_cats%206%2000.png
#7: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%20puppies%207%2000.png
#8: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%20piano%208%2000.png
#9: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned_9%2000.png
#10: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%20earth%2010%2000.png
#11: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned_11%2000.png
#12: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%2013%2000.png
*9/23 Update: I've added #11 & #12.
Peruse through the *TWELVE photos below, and write poetry that speaks of the photo(s) you chose. Let your emotions spill into how you compose by your inspiration from your photo picks. Thank you, and let me know what moves you. Your host, Jade.
Rules/Guidelines:
1. One Week
2. Two entries max per person (using a different photo per)
3. Title each entry with the # of the photo you've picked.
(example: #1: Walking Alone)
4. Poetry styles only (no prose or prose poetry)
5. New & not-so-new.
6. No collaborations.
7. No extreme content.
8. Use the comp thread for entries only.
9. Any question(s) you have, please pm/note me.
#1: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%207%2000.png
#2: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%2011%2000.png
#3: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%20pier%203%2000.png
#4: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned_15%2000.png
#5: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%2014%2000.png
#6: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned_cats%206%2000.png
#7: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%20puppies%207%2000.png
#8: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%20piano%208%2000.png
#9: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned_9%2000.png
#10: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%20earth%2010%2000.png
#11: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned_11%2000.png
#12: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%2013%2000.png
*9/23 Update: I've added #11 & #12.
#10 Black Sun
the lonely planet
falters in the cold dark void
a black sun rises
as the stars begin to fall
the earth bleeds in her cold light
a frozen wasteland
spans across the horizon
only the wind speaks
as the earth sleeps in darkness
dreaming of what had once been
an epoch now passed
in the days of warmth and light
forgotten by time
faded into the pale mist
only the darkness remains
the lonely planet
falters in the cold dark void
a black sun rises
as the stars begin to fall
the earth bleeds in her cold light
a frozen wasteland
spans across the horizon
only the wind speaks
as the earth sleeps in darkness
dreaming of what had once been
an epoch now passed
in the days of warmth and light
forgotten by time
faded into the pale mist
only the darkness remains
captive women (#4)
seduce me, she says
tear my clothes, rip my tresses
be the hands of a savage
that rape & ravage
the naked night drags
a good girl in rags
call me whore & mistress
angel fallen to darkness
suffer passion’s lonely art
that breaks my heart
eviscerate your lust
as I writhe in the dust
cede your sorrow to my face
& I am beauty’s disgrace
enthrall my will
with your poet’s quill
your mercy betray
& whip, crack away
till my pagan soul is absolved
then leave me alone & unloved
seduce me, she says
tear my clothes, rip my tresses
be the hands of a savage
that rape & ravage
the naked night drags
a good girl in rags
call me whore & mistress
angel fallen to darkness
suffer passion’s lonely art
that breaks my heart
eviscerate your lust
as I writhe in the dust
cede your sorrow to my face
& I am beauty’s disgrace
enthrall my will
with your poet’s quill
your mercy betray
& whip, crack away
till my pagan soul is absolved
then leave me alone & unloved
Anonymous
#5 ... Cock Diesel
Mississippi bad boys fightin’ in the ditch, I’m fixin’ to cook
I dont utter how the milk in the mac n’ cheese done spoiled
a day ago but its too damn cloudy humid fo’ me to complain
Billy wants to stick his dirty hand up my skirt, I fight
him off but he trips me out back yonder where Bubba’s
truck got stuck in da mud a week ago, it hasn’t moved
Billy’s bruised pecker done preached all up in my business,
I can feel ‘em bastard pollywogs preparin’ for a lynchin’
I miss Bubba sittin’ down yonder, smokin’ a pipe, his lazy
tongue riddilin’ in his talk ‘bout the old days of Grand
Wizards and black folk integratin’ which he hated ‘til young
Miss Morris struck a whip to his back to bare him a half-breed
now ol’ Miss Morris is buried down yonder near Bubba’s truck
Redneck thunder rides up in the sky, Billy’s moonshine kiss drunkens
me, I think him a beautiful boy but stupid as all hell, I reckon I’ll
tell Bubba this when the devil’s cocks stop fightin’ in the henhouse
Carnation
Hard kept
His heart
As he slept
Curled in the small
Of my back
And what he lacked
In devotion
I fucked out of him
Put his faith
In the curve
Of the motion
In my hip
Locked his resolve
To hold me
In my monster blood
Bite of his lip
And he tore away
And ran like thunder
From my desperation
And my grip
While i stood panting
My red mouth open
Feeling him leave
Slowly
Down my chin
Drip
Drip
.......drip
Oh...number 4
Hard kept
His heart
As he slept
Curled in the small
Of my back
And what he lacked
In devotion
I fucked out of him
Put his faith
In the curve
Of the motion
In my hip
Locked his resolve
To hold me
In my monster blood
Bite of his lip
And he tore away
And ran like thunder
From my desperation
And my grip
While i stood panting
My red mouth open
Feeling him leave
Slowly
Down my chin
Drip
Drip
.......drip
Oh...number 4
Pic Number 9.
Abandoned Church
Silhouetted against the horizon
dark magenta and yellow sunset
the spire of an abandon church
Now testimony to nothing
congregation long gone
Faith as dusts
upon the floor boards
she stood there baby in arms
smelling dusts and decay
at the altar where vows were spoken
as was the vow, so was the altar
like the songs of a choir
slowly fading into the silent past.
Abandoned Church
Silhouetted against the horizon
dark magenta and yellow sunset
the spire of an abandon church
Now testimony to nothing
congregation long gone
Faith as dusts
upon the floor boards
she stood there baby in arms
smelling dusts and decay
at the altar where vows were spoken
as was the vow, so was the altar
like the songs of a choir
slowly fading into the silent past.
Pic number 5.
Loneliness
dreams of glory
of picking stars off bright skies
dancing under the moondlight
now stuck on mossy grounds
promises of forever whispered
declaration of ever after
and coupling of hot bodies
witnessed, now memories replayed
abandoned, they walked away
from everything and themselves
innocence wet patches on backseats
drying and fading, forever forgotten
forgotten, lovingly claimed by Gaia
forest magicked away the hardness
of a body made by man
loved and abandoned
still beauty reigned
its signs of death faded
sunk by dirt
leaving, nothing mattered anymore.
Loneliness
dreams of glory
of picking stars off bright skies
dancing under the moondlight
now stuck on mossy grounds
promises of forever whispered
declaration of ever after
and coupling of hot bodies
witnessed, now memories replayed
abandoned, they walked away
from everything and themselves
innocence wet patches on backseats
drying and fading, forever forgotten
forgotten, lovingly claimed by Gaia
forest magicked away the hardness
of a body made by man
loved and abandoned
still beauty reigned
its signs of death faded
sunk by dirt
leaving, nothing mattered anymore.
calamitygin said:Carnation
Thank you, calamitygin, for your entry to the competition!
btw--
Can you add the # to your poem's title from the photo you picked as its inspiration? That would help, and I'm curious besides. Thanks again, Jen... -Jade🐦
calamitygin said:Carnation
Oh...number 4
Many thanks, dear!
Thank you, calamitygin, for your entry to the competition!
btw--
Can you add the # to your poem's title from the photo you picked as its inspiration? That would help, and I'm curious besides. Thanks again, Jen... -Jade🐦
calamitygin said:Carnation
Oh...number 4
Many thanks, dear!
Anonymous
Picture #2
Hamsa Puzzle
I'd gripped the mug so hard
that the ends of my fingers
were a strange purple
by the time the tea was cold
television sang arias
to Jesus, over and over
on every single channel
bleaching the walls within.
I couldn't have cared less
that it was Easter, or that the world
celebrated life when everything
in me had dropped down dead:
I remembered stroking her
and how tiny she was, how
her fingernails looked like tears
on a hamsa puzzle,
how mottled skin
on her exposed stomach
took me back to marbled pictures
in a primary world
how traffic held it's breath
inside rush hour lungs
as I waited for the exhale,
and counted backwards
Hamsa Puzzle
I'd gripped the mug so hard
that the ends of my fingers
were a strange purple
by the time the tea was cold
television sang arias
to Jesus, over and over
on every single channel
bleaching the walls within.
I couldn't have cared less
that it was Easter, or that the world
celebrated life when everything
in me had dropped down dead:
I remembered stroking her
and how tiny she was, how
her fingernails looked like tears
on a hamsa puzzle,
how mottled skin
on her exposed stomach
took me back to marbled pictures
in a primary world
how traffic held it's breath
inside rush hour lungs
as I waited for the exhale,
and counted backwards
#8 Give me Another Chance
The sound of Bach from my keys
Was always garanteed to please
If I were tuned to perfection
You could play a wide selection
Give me another chance
In my hayday folk would sing
Gathered round with joy of Spring
I was the centre of the party;
Now abandoned and dirty
Give me another chance
The mice have nested in my strings
Filled my inside with many things
I could be restored and retuned,
Otherwise I must be doomed
Give me another chance
The sound of Bach from my keys
Was always garanteed to please
If I were tuned to perfection
You could play a wide selection
Give me another chance
In my hayday folk would sing
Gathered round with joy of Spring
I was the centre of the party;
Now abandoned and dirty
Give me another chance
The mice have nested in my strings
Filled my inside with many things
I could be restored and retuned,
Otherwise I must be doomed
Give me another chance
http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%2013%2000.png
(my example, not an entry)
#12 TRICK
The stair steps that lead which ever way home
don't give their secrets away easily,
as the way out is filled with aftermath
like shavings from when I'd frantically claw.
It's not too late, I try and tell myself,
and then realize I've lost track of time.
Deep'ning cracks in my orbital compass
abandon directions and my resolve,
mistaking the basement for the belfry,
dazzled just then by a trick of the light.
(my example, not an entry)
#12 TRICK
The stair steps that lead which ever way home
don't give their secrets away easily,
as the way out is filled with aftermath
like shavings from when I'd frantically claw.
It's not too late, I try and tell myself,
and then realize I've lost track of time.
Deep'ning cracks in my orbital compass
abandon directions and my resolve,
mistaking the basement for the belfry,
dazzled just then by a trick of the light.
