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Poem of the Month - June 2017

olablinks
Ola
Twisted Dreamer
Nigeria 1awards
Joined 16th Mar 2017
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This is deeply touching
Beautiful verses.

olablinks
Ola
Twisted Dreamer
Nigeria 1awards
Joined 16th Mar 2017
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OUR LOVE IS FOREVER

 

14/ 02/16
(Written in commemoration of St Valentine's day- For a love that is and is not)

It caught us unawares
And like someone who has been in a trance
We were jolted back to life
The sting of Cupid's arrow
Marked us for an eternal love

Mesmerising love in great proportions
Sometimes scary, Sometimes overwhelming
Never seen but always felt

Our love is in the air
In every breathing moment
Our love is in the sky
Always above our heads
Our love is in the sun
It shines its light on us
Our love is in the rain
It soaks away our regrets...

We do not need a marked out day
To celebrate our surreal love
We do not need the pomps and flair
That speaks of quick and wilted  lust

For what we have is what we need
A love that is not once a year
Our love, my dear is everyday
Our love my dear
Is forever.

Written by olablinks (Ola)
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olablinks
Ola
Twisted Dreamer
Nigeria 1awards
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walker
111
Thought Provoker
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Joined 12th May 2017
Forum Posts: 248

The Look Upon Her Face

I was surfing through the channels when I came to P.B.S.,  
who would have known it was to cause me such  
Emotional Distress.  
 
A true story of Ethnic Cleaning in a Country call Rwanda,  
where were all the Protesters, where was Jane Fonda.  
 
They had quickly changed the channel so they would not have to see,  
that those who let it happen represented you and me.  
 
I know that millions die each year from War, Hunger, and Disease,  
I have seen the ads a thousand times, help us won't you Please.  
 
So why I kept on watching is a mystery to me,  
I should have tuned into M.A.S.H. on channel 53.  
 
They said there was No Oil in the ground,  
No Strategic Minerals to be found.  
 
The location offered us No Military Need,  
No Corporate Cash crops to fuel our Greed.  
 
They  buy No Computers, Cokes, or Cadillacs,  
Hell, their just a lot of Dirt Poor Blacks.  
 
The White Man's Burden we once tried to meet,  till they dragged Our Boys through the street,  
and that is one Mistake we shall not repeat.  
 
So The One's who proudly wore the Blue Beret,  
climbed into their trucks and Drove Away.  
 
The look upon that Young Girl's Face begging them Please stay,  
still Haunts My Soul each and every day.  
 
Hacked with machetes until they were Dead,  
their blotted Corpses chocked the river and turned it red.  
 
One hundred thousand Men, Women, and Children, now two,  
it's just another Tribal War there's nothing we can do.  
 
Three hundred thousand Butchered Tutsi soon became four,  
then five hundred thousand, and five hundred thousand more.  
 
True believers in the Son of Holy Virgin Mary,  
all alone the Colonial Cross they had to carry.  
 
Now you will not find them under Tombstones in some Quaint Cemetery,  
they are Mummies in the Churches where they had sought out Sanctuary.  
 
The U.N. would have stayed and saved them I Truly do Believe,  
if only they had been more like Ward, June, Wally and the Beav.  
 
So stay tuned to Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy,  
and block the P.B.S. channel from your T.V.,  
or you may find yourself like me,  
DAMMING ALL THE GLOBAL POWERS THAT LET IT BE  
 
 
 
I recently found this poem in an old note book.  
I wrote it in 1997 after having watched the program.  
To this I day I can remember being Dumbstruck,  Grief-Stricken, with an Anger in My Soul that this Genocide was allowed to happen. I felt then and now that all  
Humanity should hang their heads in Shame, Myself Included.
Written by stardustchild
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 9th Nov 2015
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

A Corner of Sky

 
a light blue cloud    
singing in your hand      
folded once      
then once more; the wings      
of your origami crane      
   
I breathe in deep      
the flesh-like tissue    
uplifting me      
through fluttering lids      
to a corner of sky    
   
all to myself,      
lighter than birds      
kiting      
through the draft and rush,      
reaching for the sun      
   
I have no voice      
with which to sing      
no feathers I,   
still I bank and soar   
trying to remember you
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 11th Apr 2015
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[ Legacy ] Beaded Curtains

      
She taps
ash into shot glass
neglected by dishwashers
for decades  
   
admiring sunlit cigarette  
smoke phantoms mingling  
with beaded curtains between her   
and shattered, blacked out windows  
long boarded over    
     
remnants of a hey day    
when girls like her glittered  
more than gold or diamonds    
banking on the drunken    
generosity of gentlemen    
amusingly referred to    
behind their backs  
as Cottonwood  
and Khaki Package;    
their hard earned paychecks      
liquidated into dollar bills    
burning through dampened    
pockets    
     
The best customers    
were the quiet ones    
who only came to watch  
    
If she missed anything about  
the Shakin' Bacon Strip Club  
it was them    
     
They did not leer    
or get anywhere near      
intoxicated as others      
nor did they paw at    
and grope the dancers  
     
She sighs    
     
Perhaps it was a fool's hope      
that twenty-seven years later    
they fondly remembered    
her just the same    
     
 
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diddi
StephenPaul Summerscales
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 18th Dec 2009
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De-Stringed

    




I am the lightning
that's not seen
I strike the nerves
you cannot feel
I am the curve
on a world flat screen
I re-inburse what's
never been
my value , worth's
in a purse de-stringed
I quench your thirst
but only post drink
I am the first
thought you can't think
am I the only float
that sinks .


If you see me
don't despair
I am not real
I am not there
a memory
an after glare
no solidity
so don't be scared .


I am a ghost
a former self
trying to post
these words from hell
I live in hope
like a joke
you can't sell.
I feel alone
does it show
can you tell .


If you see me
don't despair
I am not real
I am not there
a memory
an after glare
no solidity
so don't be scared .


I am the lightning
that's not seen
I strike the nerves
you cannot feel
I am the curve
on a world flat screen
I re-inburse what's
never been

never been

never been
I am the lightning
that's not seen .






 
Written by diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
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HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 8th June 2013
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AMITY


She waits wrapped in red velvet of her obsidian coffin
The frigid princess aching for my kiss in those old Grim fairy tales
I will be your night in the blackest knightmare armor
Riding forth on my fell beast of winter’s coming Hell
 
Her castle vein in a wasted strain withered from heroin pricks
Behold scriptures on her flesh written for horrifica flicks
 
Casting the spotlight from high above Heaven’s tarnished dome
Observing the scars of God laid bare beneath her wretched moon
She smirks even in death at the plight of her enemy
Seduction to the blight where his old forest was hewn
 
Spitefully
 
Her lover, her jailer, her killer
She drove the stake into my heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
My affection for Amity
Is like nothing you’ve ever seen
I succumb to her madness
As if it were my own
The infection of Amity
Is like nothing that’s ever been
I succumb to the darkness
Just to make it my own
 
My savior, my martyr, my devil
I drove the stake into her heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
Beautifully
 
The crime is captured on Blu-Ray high def 3D DVD
With spoken word death screeched by the devil for commentary
A masterpiece of art decor of bloody spattered walls
Of two hearts dead as one entwined in the mortuary
 
Her castle vain in a mirror possessed by apparition quills
Dipped in poison to tattoo the ink on my skin claiming my cheap kills
 
Last night sacrifices for Amity laid upon her altar
The lifeless prostitute, the righteous holy and unborn child
Chained to the walls of the circle to the damned and dying
Amity demands the blood freshly spilt and defiled
 
Cruelly
 
Her lover, her jailer, her killer
She drove the stake into my heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
My affection for Amity
Is like nothing you’ve ever seen
I succumb to her madness
As if it were my own
The infection of Amity
Is like nothing that’s ever been
I succumb to the darkness
Just to make it my own
 
My savior, my martyr, my devil
I drove the stake into her heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
Sadistically
 
I am addicted to her violence
Even from beyond the grave
Her cold embrace arouses desire
The fire, the fire
Consumes the loathsome knave
 
As we lay together forever set in for a restless sleep
Last night’s festivities still so fresh within our deranged minds
I want one more kiss but instead she takes my fingertip
And sucks the gore from it, so sweetly, to let me know she’s mine
 
The sky erupts with the thunder of a thousand murdered crows
Her castle mania servants herald forth our demented show
 
Once more into the fray to bring the beast unto our banquet
To devour the flesh of the innocent to old god’s delight
Peel the meat from the bone and shore up the River Styx
Collect the dead, forevermore, and toast Stygian Night
 
My lovely
 
 Her lover, her jailer, her killer
She drove the stake into my heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
My affection for Amity
Is like nothing you’ve ever seen
I succumb to her madness
As if it were my own
The infection of Amity
Is like nothing that’s ever been
I succumb to the darkness
Just to make it my own
 
My savior, my martyr, my devil
I drove the stake into her heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
For Amity  
 
 
(c) 2017 Frank Green
 
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Hepcat61
geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 27th Nov 2015
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Thank you, jade tiger, I deeply appreciate your nomination... I think this is one of my better attempts...

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Hepcat61
geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
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Craneo de un Caballo

Soon it was clear that the moon  
was a horse's skull,  
and the air, a dark apple.
 
   
The gearshift shudder of  
a heavy-laden truck fades,  
   
all the while, the  
sustained drone of bees;  
   
past their prime and sluggish,  
yet their wings cannot be stilled.  
   
A dull glint behind the eyes  
of a yoked pair of oxen,  
   
standing at a crossroad  
between myself and the fields  
   
that bake in the August  
of a Spanish sun,  
   
waiting for the  
hammer and anvil to sing,  
   
for the echoing refrain  
of rifle shots beyond  
   
a stand of distant trees  
shimmering from spent cartridges  
   
in the waning afternoon  
of your exquisitely curved spine.  
   
   
The title literally means "Skull of a Horse"  
Ever since I read about the Spanish poet, Federico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936), some of his poetry, his biography, and of his violent death - I've always felt the loss, and the injustice of how he was abducted and executed by Nationalists of Franco's army during the Spanish civil war of the 30's.    
   
Credit for the first stanza in italics is from Lorca's poem, "Ruin" which can be viewed in its entirety here in both Spanish & English :

 
https://emilyjaneisaac.wordpress.com/2014/01/20/english-federico-garcia-lorca-poem-ruinaruin-analysis/
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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Hepcat61
geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
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Comparisons

It was like rain, or was it snow—
it was cold is all I know,
 
with people on the street
walking, adrift like quiet smoke
 
while the tops of their umbrellas
scattered like crows
 
who also spoke not a word,
but I'll never know, for I never
 
heard, silent & empty, my
breath faint on a window pane.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
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Thank you so very much for your thoughtful picks of my work as nominations, and for your appreciation & support always, dear Hepcat.     ~~jade tiger

poet Anonymous

Thank you for the Nomination JP I really appreciate it being highlighted in the monthly thing (especially being a newbie)

poet Anonymous

Thank you EC for the nomination I've read ALOT of really awesome poems since my time here so it's nice for this one in particular to be highlighted.

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