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Alistair Plint
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Poetry Contest

write a poem that PERSONIFIES a item from nature.
Personify any item from nature..
A tree, flower, grass, leaf anything of that type.

* Maximum 2 entries each
* Written or Spoken word or both.
* Collabs are welcomed
* 250 words maximum
* New or old writes welcome

My Example


Mystical.


As the sun beats
ultra-violet rays
whip
her soft-pink
petals

She begins
to bend
twist
fold
weave

Each individual
wrapping
brings a rusty
golden
brown
decay
from the edge
to the velvet
touch
center
where they meet

With thorns
in her sides
she collides
with deathly
tired
boredom

The process begins
each petal
waits its turn,
and
falls to the ground
revealing
her once
soft
innocent
core

Then finally
she is naked
and bare
Just a tarnished
lifeless bud
representing
what she

used

to

be


And her name was Rose


-x-
by Alistair Plint








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Cycles


Dawn has come born after a lunar eclipse
Humble waves belly flop the sand
Feet tread ignoring the shrill from blades of grass
And there among the myriad that cover the ground
Autumn red with splashes of amber and beaver brown
Its edges curled and curved
Is a leaf large enough to carry a Lilliputian

In the final throes of existence its essence summons attention whispering

See what you can make of me
My midrib may be sinking, my veins protruding
My colour spent and withered
My life ebbing away
Yet I dare you to look deeper, create a thing of beauty
Something that will challenge a human’s thinking...

Show them the elegance of cycles
The beauty of ageing and dying





© Kate Adams 24/9/16



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~orchid's rain~with diamonddave75
 
*

the last petal wilted and fell away
the orchid now bare
no longer arrayed in nature's beauty
shied from the sun that undressed her

*

blessed the rain
that defines understanding
each droplet of truth
resurrects the true goddess

*

the misty eve cried tears of affection
in the night's eyes she found acceptance
weeping for her renewal
her lovely form mirrored in his countenance

*

simple graceful memory
don’t question majesty
the spikes pierce
hearts and tangled minds

*

she is immortal in his thoughts
forever in a graceful state
he see's what is possible with her
so he tends to her, lovingly grooming

*

he needs her water
sweet sustenance
feeding this lonely
forgotten world









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The Moon

My muse went to visit the moon today
I couldn't follow her
A dark ray took her far away.


She is addicted to the moon
And his giving light
She loves to run and play, feasting off his energy.


Leaving me sleepless and alone, eight months later
I can still feel the pull of the moon, got me addicted to the spoon
Then left me in this wordless cocoon.


"Come to the moon and visit me"
My muse is calling
"Were having a party".


I must obstain, refrain
Find my words to express my pain
I've had enough rides on that black train.


One drink of the moon will make you fly
Though you'll only find an eternity of ways to die
So I lie in bed tossing and turning.


Sometimes I hate her
My muse calling to me
"Here is imagination, come take a drink".


So addicted to her and her ways
She enters my dreams and tortures
With promises of relief, never given.


Still missing my methadone prison
It's so hard in this raw world
Can I really do this, am I that girl?


I will find some grace
On this ever sleepless night
Maybe find some comfort, in knowing i'm doing what's right.


No junk, no soul
Artists have been known to say
I don't know, i'll I have at the moment is raw pain.


Written by crimsin (Unveiling)

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Alistair Plint
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All such lovely entries to start us off. Thank you all so much -x-

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the little dew drop...
 
the night gave birth to a million dew drops  
they shined for the moon who dressed in white  
to light up the sky festooned with stars  
 
wind blew carrying the songs of the mountains  
to little dew drops to dance on the green grass  
and put a show to entertain the moon  
 
and there was one,  
 
who fell in love with the moon  
he wanted to show his affection to her  
he climbed to the top of the tallest grass leaf  
and said,  
 
“oh what a beauty you are,  
the pearl in the sky,  
because of you I shine like a star  
just before the end of my life  
I want to kiss you and  
let you feel my love”
 
 
suddenly the wind stopped  
last cricket calmed her baby’s cry  
screams of the frogs turned to murmurs  
bats landed to the nearest trees  
 
then there was a silence…  
 
too scary..  
scarier than a moonless cold dark night  
 
poor little dew drop  
as little did he knew  
he wasn’t supposed to express his love  
to the bride of the torrid sun  
 
the wind,  
loyal servant of the sun  
started to blow as fast as he can  
to throw the little dew drop  
from the leaf to the ground  
 
but,  
his love was strong and true  
he wanted to prove  
he held tight  
as his brothers and sisters fell  
 
now the wind carried a different song  
a song of his own, violent and cruel  
 
the little dew drop  
saw the death of his siblings  
but he couldn’t give up on his true desire  
he still wish to kiss the moon  
 
the moon,  
she was watching him from above  
gazed up at him with a monalisa smile  
she tried to hide her tears but it escaped her eye  
between the closing clouds  
to join  
 
the little dew drop  
 
still hanging on the leaf watching  
her face fading away in to the dark clouds  
 
her tear drop fell on his face  
making him strong  
he grabbed the leaf stronger than before  
now the wind has no power over him  
 
the wind,  
became tired,  
he couldn’t defeat a little dew drop  
he was ashamed and moreover afraid  
to see the redness in the east sky  
his master is coming  
 
the little dew drop  
took a deep breath,  
he wanted to face the torrid sun  
he wanted to fight the sun  
he wanted to win the moon's heart  
 
the mighty sun  
shot rays far from behind the mountains  
angrier than ever  
his anger paint the whole east sky red  
clouds parted to make way and  
trees moved their branches  
so his rays will hit  
 
the little dew drop directly  
 
he shined to the rays like never before  
he couldn’t bare the torridness  
yet he challenged the mighty sun  
he stared back at the him  
he was glowing with determination  
 
and the mighty sun removed his red cloak  
and start to shoot the bright white rays  
straight through the little dew drop  
 
“I love you.. I will always…”  
 
he muttered his last words  
as he was vapoured to the clouds  
 
the green grass  
will give the message to the moon  
when she come out the next time  
may be he will tell this love story  
to warn the new born dew drops  
may be there will be another rebellious one  
but,  
the grass will remain to tell the story
 

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A conversation between wood be brothers

I feel my lower left root is being glib says tree
He speaks to me in rhyme
And says quite poetically that I echo the voices of lost generations
But I think he might be calling me hollow
And he reminds me constantly I am losing leaves too early in fall
I swear I'm going to unleash woodpecker on him

Oh tree you are all bark and no bite says flower
Do not bring yourself down to left roots level
You know he is a shallow fellow
And lazy at that
Right root is always bent out of shape
Picking up slack from left roots laziness
Who digs his heels in the dirt
When the the wind blows hard and there is extra work

I guess so flower says tree
How do you get along so well with all the other daisies
You all are so damn cheerful
Your synthesis is truely inspiring

Well we lean towards the sunny side of things as a whole says flower
Turn our backs for too long on the brighter side of life and problems stem

Yes I guess you are right says tree
I should rise above roots low bald tactics
But you know me I've always been a little knotty

Written on recycled paper by Calamity gin

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Thank you Dejure & Calamity

This is going perfectly.

Appreciate everyone's involvement.

Al-x-

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Kate....humble waves belly flop the sand
Poet love

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Deadheading Roses

Watching while you work in a  
corner of the garden, near a  
cherry tree you planted years ago.  
   
Your hands, leather-clad, work the  
clippers that chatter with    
each cutting as petaled heads fall.  
   
I tremble as you slowly approach my  
favorite, the one that reminds me    
of a fine pastel wine.  
   
I've never sipped of its nectar, but    
admired its hue of palest green  
in the secreted heart of white roses.

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The Esperanto of Trees

I traveled with the tallest,
tacking the wind, carrying tales

beyond the world I knew
in the billowing sails.

I always believed in the
gentleness of trees;

the keepers of every footnote
of everything that came to be,

witnessed and handed down
as precious cargo.

To listen (yes, hear the hush)
of a language long forgotten,
like the Esperanto of trees,

before the memories of hominids,
perhaps from their lineage,

before venturing into the hunt
on ancient savanna.

As birds to the dinosaur, who
heard the trees and what they said;

living with the quiet nobles,
nesting in their masthead.

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“I am a Pineapple”
 
I am a pineapple. My berries            
are coalesced and significant;            
my skin is curbed upon            
an ancient hala kahiki secret.            
           
I am a pineapple.  My juice            
Is governed by laws of thermodynamics,            
I feel and see through the entropy;            
an incoming message of hypothesis.            
           
I am a pineapple.  My dimensions        
in constant velocity under gravity      
confirmed by facts and laws of mechanics,      
I keep alone and I know – I am a pineapple.          

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