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DUP Poem of the Month - July 2017

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Poetry Contest

Submit or Nominate a poem you feel apt to represent DUP in the Hall of Fame for July '17
Greetings, Fellow Poets!  It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official facebook page in July, 2017.

You have three weeks to submit or nominate one of your own favorite poems or one of another DUP poet!

No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!

Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.  

While previous Poem of the Month Hall of Fame members are ineligible (we may revisit after a year or so), you may still nominate them in the Spirit of support. The nominations will be checked as "Non Entry" when the vote begins.

Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.

Any nominated member who wishes to opt out of the competition may do so by messaging me. I will contact the person who nominated you and request an alternate nomination.

Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!

And GO!

Ahavati
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[2017] Paroled

after an untold  
number of years    
having done his time    
released from a cold cell    
reeking with sweat, farts, grime    
and other assorted stenches    
from three hundred Spartans strong    
ready to leap forth with spears    
from trenches dug in deep    
along the outskirts of this    
underworld kingdom come    
to latent complacency    
walks in with a madder than
Max in the Thunderdome    
expression and proceeds
to kick me square in the gut    
and off my feet    
proclaiming, Brother,    
THIS IS POETRY!
   
     
     
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Ahavati
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[2017] The Conversation

 
 
Life is not always a poem
that you can critique
over and over to isolate  
where the communication
breakdown occurred between  
writer and reader
 
Sometimes it is both
necessary and easier
for everyone's sake
to hit the reset button
 
and return to where
the conversation began
 
 
 
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Ahavati
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[ Love ] One Of The Variants

a collaboration with Psycotic Mastermind          
            
One      
           
condensed version of Alone  
            
a nickname for Only
       
           
restless spirit squandering wishes            
upon fleeting shooting stars      
       
in your case, Lonely           
           
---you've gambled away so many chances            
pining over unfulfilled romances            
while sparingly sharing your scars            
           
Witnessing your reflection            
in the eyes of another            
speaks of alignment with a lover            
while saying little about you          
in unpoetic verses            
           
Even couples spending a lifetime together            
vowing to love each other for worse or better            
may live in entirely alternative universes            
           
Soul mates are for those        
who believe in such things---            
fingers adorned with matching rings;            
their spectral digits grasping          
for one another in a crowd            
           
Empty are beds for those who despair            
Why is there no one for them to care?            
Fending for themselves as they wail aloud            
           
Those afraid of being left behind            
settling for the first person they find          
discover choices were made in haste            
           
Others cautiously take their sweet time            
sipping friendship as if a fine wine            
choosing a selection best suiting their taste            
           
Some invite rejection by rejecting invitation            
committing to a lifetime of limitation            
bypassing many forks along a winding trail---            
           
unlike those never finding their way back            
following an apparition until they lose track            
writing new chapters to a never ending tale            
           
letting their hearts wash away in tide            
drifting aimless in an anchorless boat ride            
with only ideals filling the sail            
           
Such detours meant to deter;            
searching for a mate less than perfect ensures            
the return trip home is minus more failure            
           
Wine drinker            
Nature hiker            
Ghost hunter            
Ocean sailor            
We come together      
in a higher being way            
How we cross paths---            
we are unable to say      
       
take comfort in knowing        
another is out there            
           
It is different for everyone            
Everyone is unique            
Who you seek out            
may be waiting for    
someone else next week    
   
or right outside your door         
           
It all depends on who you are            
not where            
           
When push comes to shoving      
your honesty around            
leaving you battered, bruised            
in defeat on the ground            
and you are done lying to yourself---            
which one of the variants      
will you choose be?        
 
 
 
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Ahavati
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Belonging Together

A guy from the wrong side of the train tracks
And she was a girl with the silver spoon in her
Mouth, but lost in the bigger world. The cracks
 
Keep them together, not apart. They were
Two fools, having everything bounded
Together. Everything else passing by was a blur.
 
They did not want to lose what kept them grounded.
Life was crazy and on the edge, but they always
Had each other. They were surrounded
 
By dishonesty. They were never lost in the blaze
Of the fire and other elements. They were stronger
Than what brought them down and they raise
 
Each other up through it all. They held on longer
Than most. The up and down ride has been
Far from over for them. They stand up taller.
 
They have never been out or in
Of style because they do not care about
The latest fashion trend. They just want to grin
 
And bare it all, even the bad parts. They never pout
When life gets tough and down in the dumps.
Darling, they are never down and out.
 
Nothing but adrenaline and positivity pumps
Through their system. It is a part of their bloodline.
Everyday grind, determination and bumps
 
Are just a part of who they are. They sign
Away their hearts so freely because they trust
Each other just enough. Never undermine
 
Their love because what they have is far from lust
And fatal attraction. They had something natural
Like chemistry. They wanted to be lighter than the gust
 
Of wind. They are far from being collateral
Damage from this dangerous war this world
Is trying to launch against them. They are not detachable
 
To everyone else, but they are protected and curled
Up against one another to be saved from something unfurled.
Written by eswaller
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Ahavati
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I Trust the Stars, Which Makes No Sense

Your eyes are like glass on a fire escape,
they make leaving painful.
You remind me of a sadder me
That had not yet known the agony
Of a Capulet/Montague feud.
 
But a me that had never known such pain
Was a me without you,
And that just won’t do,
Because we aren’t starcrossed,
we’re lightyear stretched.
Distance is the Devil,
And Circumstance is a wretch,
Both defined by what they try to take…
 
… little do they know,
That there are hearts at stake.
 
But I know that a strong heart is not defined by what it lacks,
But by what it takes back from the ravenous entropy of the miles,
And that a pain earned is better than stolen joy.
 
You make me a better person.
I forget my existential angst when you smile.
And that makes you one of the best things that happen to me
Written by HedonsHerald (Alexander Johnson)
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Stream of Consciousness

Reaching heights holds no hesitation for me. But there is a time when I find myself needing to come down. Sometimes in gigantic leaps. Descending down into the likeness of another.
I was once a part of them, I heard what they taught me, I was changed, I experienced what they experienced. We were as one.
The time came to leave them, although. And knowing their concepts and summarising experiences I loomed above them. Not as anything  superior, but as one who observes the city from a top of a skyscraper, or a carnival from the top of a Ferris wheel. I saw them, I saw around them, I saw what they could be missing and I longed for it. I journeyed further and further up until I reached a point where I could see all those who I have previously related to. The Spiritual, the youth, the travellers, the foresters, the repelled, the reached. I observed them. I observed there was a part of me left in each of them. As if my mortality was split and held onto by each one and my spirit was just left floating like a balloon. Maybe even that has been sectioned off.
    Now I am in this place, and I descend myself; though all of me wants to keep grasping the moon beams and pulling myself up. I must find the minute  components of this place once more.  Somewhat I feel as if I am abandoning the rest of myself, silencing it. Merging myself back together at this point would be hurried, and the atoms are just as important as the whole.
   I am composed of much.  I feel much. I don't completely understand who is it that I am.  A liquid substance, with grey eyes, as a rain cloud. Form is an unfamiliar thing.
But when I am grounded and I just see one, when I just focus on who is in my sight at the moment, it doesn't seem as scary. I don't feel as separated, maybe because they understand as well. Maybe because I see the part of them that desires to loom upward. Yet we are both here, to not cut off what we know outside of these walls, but to bring what we know into them. We expand the perspective of all who have not reached as high as us
Written by Isgyppie_ (The_perpetual_journey_)
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Ahavati
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We must remember.

We crawled up from sea,
After the wreckage of battles once born.
We’ve been sailing ships at broken heart harbor,
Boarding runaway trains down lonely night tracks.

We are not accustom to these revolution prairies,
Even though we were born natives and pioneers of pain.
New arrivals to the unknown,
We are restlessly searching for the light halos
On the horizons of today.

Carrying pages of the past,
They are still dripping from the journey.
We move onward towards tomorrow.
Creating a wind to dry them
For the readings of the future.

We must tell these stories.
We are made for this.
We must remember.
Written by IntoTheRain
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[ SN ] A Pirate's Life

 
Fortunes are made by foolish men    
there for the taking to be taken;      
forget about buried treasure      
In far away lands forsaken      
     
Give me a vessel worthy of raking
by cannon fire      
     
Hear the wind in the sails  
above your head as the crew  
hoists them higher      
     
Never will you
ever witness another view      
quite like this      
     
Ripe for the plundering      
is the horizon of white and blue      
     
Lust and desire---      
such a fine line betwixt the two      
     
And no time for wondering      
which is true      
     
What say you?      
     
Aye!      
     
The kingdom of the Seven Seas      
knows not a lord or master      
It boils down to which Captain's ship      
can withstand guns, sail faster      
     
Do you have what it takes to be a pirate?      
Are you ruthless as the sharks      
Cold as the sea?      
     
Can you take another
man's hard earned wages      
without giving him anything in return      
save misery?      
     
Load up the shot into the Long Nines      
Make ready the grappling hooks and lines      
Prepare to board, risk your lives
for silver and gold      
     
For adventure  
beyond your wildest fantasy      
To live forever onward      
til end of written history      
     
Be you young or old---      
are you that daring enough      
---that bold to sail with me?      
     
Let me hear you!      
     
AYE!
 
 
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Alone

I have been unhappy for so long
that I wonder if there's any happiness left  
in the world, for me. When you were sixteen  
and they told you that your life was just beginning,  
that if you ended it now you'd be drawing  
the curtain on a show full of riches, excitement,  
and life, you knew they were lying, of course,  
but probably not meaning to. The stitches  
come undone; the methadone of food,  
TV, a little music here and there, and the illusion  
of companionship is growing dull  
until it is only ineffective. I am here for you, my son,  
said the fictional god, and I listened  
as best as I could for a while.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Jack Thomas)
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Stirring a Memory

 
Standing over the stove
sauteeing this
simmering that
mostly from memory
but she keeps the notes nearby
her handwriting slow, careful
his less so
sometimes barely legible
 
He provided bits and pieces
adding emphasis  
to what she'd written while watching
 
It wasn't the only meal he made for them
but the one best-loved
because it took time and always came with stories
as he stirred
 
They played on her mind  
like his sauce on her tongue
 
Sometimes she'd cry making it alone
never tasting quite the same
only close enough
to touch
 
This recipe preserved on paper years ago
was the only tangible gift
he'd given her
 
 
Written by paperstains
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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    
     
 
Written by PsycoticMastermind
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[ SK ] Round And Round

         
The grill of chrome smiles          
as she nips heels          
         
The odometer of your life          
running out of miles          
as you run short of breath          
         
with little time to reflect          
on whatever, if any          
chain of cause and effect        
 
Death!        
continues accelerating  
at an alarming rate;            
fight or flight syndrome          
geared into Overdrive          
  
bringing you to this          
philosophy of living          
in the moment          
now keeping you alive      
          
All the while          
the wheels on          
Christine?          
go round and round          
Is what Cuntingham named her          
round and round          
so close to grinding you        
into One with the        
ice and asphalt ground        
         
Not very nice          
         
but who's fault          
is it really ... ?          
         
Yeah, that's right, Shitter      
 
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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