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DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
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DUP Poem of the Month - April 2017

Ahavati
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The Strength of Law

DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
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Ahavati
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Incomplete, me

Born of beauty, lust and sin; a whispered name
on lovers' wanton lips beguiles.
I trace the silken fibers of carnality, naked
and beckoning of intrinsic penetration.

A harbinger of solidarity, reflecting pools flood
the portage trail where we are set adrift on currents
that submerge sanguine expectations of solitude
rode beyond a warlord sun, a burning star.

Orgasmic waves assault walls of given surrender mercilessly
and I swallow the saffron heat of anguish. Love is cataclysmic;
I weep for it. I cling to it with Trophonian arms
and a heart imbued with dolor.

 "Love is the voice under all silences,
 the hope which has no opposite in fear;
 the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
 the truth more first than sun, more last than star."   — E.E. cummings​
    
   (Artwork by: Gerard Fieret)
Written by Kasai
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Ahavati
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Desert Parnassum

             
             
           
After leaving Trona in The Searles Valley, I head off into the wasteland of the Panamint,              
knowing for a certainty that this is one of the most remote places in the United States.            
           
             
           
             
Lowmerica my country my country            
  May you kick and be damned            
For I have left the comfort of your cities
for i have left the comfort of that            
To walk through afternoons, beyond the Amargosa              
  Ballarat by Panamint.            
             
Shall the slightest twig be set to spark            
  Too remote from optimism and brittle dry            
Beside the remnants of shadscale and joshua              
 Radiant white and yellow as dawns,            
The wild roses stew out sharp time.            
             
Aeolus of the cactus plateau             
 Thumbing the pages of an old Chuckwalla,              
What is a day to the blowing of the wind            
Upon my heart so leanly made, like a dull and disused bone,              
    As rattlesnakes coil about it              
      and cholla grows hot and slow.            
             
Is it for curiosity that we went this way, pray tell,            
Not for sense or souvenirs, and shall trust by its scowl            
That you are no wished-for guest, damnphool,              
  And will gain no sympathy here,            
So much as any scorched and salted meat does.            
             
Uphill between the embankment of her thighs              
Sagebrush rules the street in indolence      
 Kissed all over by every lip of desolation, desert Parnassum            
Where the first beams paced upon it's soul to surmise            
    And spread a million miles of deserted sun.            
             
Young Prometheus stealing fire            
This is the lodestone bursting bright            
In oneself the world waits, searching its shape,            
In quicksand merging death merging life            
As when that moment when, much more              
             
Than madnesses which copper and gold inspire,           
The human smell is dusted blood            
Like a ruby held up to the sky gushing light            
  and god is in the sunrise            
 and the night            
Is filled with galaxies forever.            
             
             
             
             
             
           
*picture by who'ev       
 
Written by Vandel_Viaclovsky (Van)
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Ahavati
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Last Love Letter

she wrote to him,
until the ink ran dry
she needed to give herself closure
no matter how hard

she couldn't read the pages
her eyes became blurred
she folded them together
without a thought or word

letting her tongue glide
along the edge
she locked the note
inside an envelope

she wrote his name
on the outside
to send it to the stars,
she lit it on fire and
watched it drift afar
Written by jemac
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Ahavati
Tams
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Dreamlight Friendship

 
 
 
His friendship, like a ribbon of melody  
heard only in quiet nights  
subtle like roses rustling  
as their blooms inhale the wind  
 
it is he that sits under the moon  
revels on the wind upon his face  
grateful for a life though not perfect  
extracting wonder in his every day  
 
he shares no pompous words  
nor does he crave for accolades  
just a right to exhale inhale  
on his own little patch of sun  
 
a caring hello...telepathic touch  
of a kindred spirit  
lift his aloneness a little  
the smile on his lips linger longer  
 
he has the quiet fire of a poet  
an element that symbolises strength  
and he sends flowers  
unpretentious friendship.  
 
 
*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*
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Written by Grace (IDryad)
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JohnFeddeler
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Efharisto

Winking onyx pools
Drowning in your eyes
Soft lips make the rules
Surely telling lies

Beating greecian veins
Under tender silken lips
To wander through these plains
To sails with these ships

Sun kissed olive skin
Caress my name and face
Another game I cannot win
Faced with time and space

The sunset has me envious
It will linger on your face
Caressing kind flirtatious
Another girl will share this place
Written by sharneindium
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Gahddess_Worship
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I have done myself a disservice by not reading the beautiful poetry of Jemac until now. A consummate poet.

Poem-Worm
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Gahddess_Worship said:I have done myself a disservice by not reading the beautiful poetry of Jemac until now. A consummate poet.

Happy to have been of service in spreading the awesome poetry of DUP members around. I call it mixing unknown surface residue with Deep Undersoil.  Provides more of two important elements, air & water into the soil. *curtsies*

Ahavati
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Ahavati
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You are Every Little Thing

Within you
        Is
            A
     Story.
Within you
    Beats
          An
   Ecstasy
Of
         Emotion.
You are
    Irreplaceable
You are
    Without
             Pattern
Or structure
   No one
Can            Be
         Who
You
    Prevail
        As.
   No one
Can
        Know
  Who you
Are
      With out
                       Giving
    Them
A
P    A    T    H



You are you,
    And
        That
     Is
            Your
Power.
Written by Isgyppie_ (L.C. McQuillen)
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poet Anonymous

Momma

Painless
Free
Eternal

Rebecca Green 1951 - 2016
Written by HadesRising
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poet Anonymous

-dead star light

DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
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poet Anonymous

a date with my dad

   
my dad loved women, fast cars    
the finer things in life    
though some would call him a good ole boy    
being a crop dusting pilot    
   
he loved me    
my parents divorced when I was just a baby    
I recall awaiting him at the window on visiting day    
so happy to see him    
   
I found out today he was a writer    
see I hear the dead    
more than any my dad    
he looks over my shoulder when i'm typing    
tells me he's proud  
never knew he wrote    
   
I miss him though we didn't see things the same    
he's shown me a vision of me at three pig tails and all    
running into his arms while on bent knee    
says that'll be us    
on the day I pass    
from this life to the next    
we have a date and he'll be there    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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