Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd August 2017 3:30am
WINNER
_shadoe_ (yiyi)
_shadoe_ (yiyi)
Poem of the Month - September
Poetry Contest Description
We're seeking what you deem the most exciting recent work of the poets you know, respect, and love here at DUP!
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 September, 2017.
You have three weeks nominate no more than two of you favorite poems of another DUP poet!
Please note the following changes in making nominations:
1. Self nominations will no longer be accepted.
2. Please limit your nominations to TWO poems. You can nominate a single poem for two different poets; but the nomination maximum remains at TWO per nominee.
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.
Previous Poem of the Month Hall of Fame members are ineligible (we may revisit after a year or so); however, you may still nominate them in the Spirit of community 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 ( Poem-Worm ). 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!
You have three weeks nominate no more than two of you favorite poems of another DUP poet!
Please note the following changes in making nominations:
1. Self nominations will no longer be accepted.
2. Please limit your nominations to TWO poems. You can nominate a single poem for two different poets; but the nomination maximum remains at TWO per nominee.
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.
Previous Poem of the Month Hall of Fame members are ineligible (we may revisit after a year or so); however, you may still nominate them in the Spirit of community 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 ( Poem-Worm ). 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!
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
[ UH ] Universe House
Bare, my hands
using whatever boards
were availed to me by
God
I
would build a Universe House for
you
and every four legged
friend who's come
to depend upon
Us
---nail it together with Honesty;
Joy reinforcing every joist;
Trust supporting each truss
If a poor man
only rich with words
can keep you dry
and warm with a
poem
I'll try my damnedest
to shelter you from the storm
of uncertainty you are braving
with ceilings and walls of verse
making you feel at
Home
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Anatomy of a Critique
can be that of Human design;
a cleft palate of birth-defect
needing specialized attention
Perhaps born perfectly healthy;
Imagery peaches and cream, ten
Metaphors and Flow all wiggling
Yet. . .somewhere along the Verse
meaning faltered, contracted disease
warranting reconstructive Syntax
Or perhaps became an amputee
injured during emotional conflict
requiring a prosthetic of Words
The Anatomy of a Critique
isn't all flaws and suggested
improvements; it's Ancient:
an Art form of deep Sentiment
learning new methods of getting
ideas across through Poetry
It's newfound Hope to wounded
an Advocate for Understanding;
Champion of Communication
Preserved for Future generations
~
Italics by JohnnyBlaze, my Best Friend and constant source of Love & Inspiration ❤
a cleft palate of birth-defect
needing specialized attention
Perhaps born perfectly healthy;
Imagery peaches and cream, ten
Metaphors and Flow all wiggling
Yet. . .somewhere along the Verse
meaning faltered, contracted disease
warranting reconstructive Syntax
Or perhaps became an amputee
injured during emotional conflict
requiring a prosthetic of Words
The Anatomy of a Critique
isn't all flaws and suggested
improvements; it's Ancient:
an Art form of deep Sentiment
learning new methods of getting
ideas across through Poetry
It's newfound Hope to wounded
an Advocate for Understanding;
Champion of Communication
Preserved for Future generations
~
Italics by JohnnyBlaze, my Best Friend and constant source of Love & Inspiration ❤
Written by Ahavati
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_shadoe_ said:Anatomy of a Critique by Ahavati
Katja, as a previous winner, I'm ineligible for the win before a year is up. Therefore, as I hate to see you use one of your two nominations for someone who can't win, I would ask that you replace mine with another who is eligible.
Thank you for the nomination. I am honored.
❤
San Pedro, I'm leaving this public so that others may see, as such nominations have previously been allowed.
Carry on the Torch, Brother! And thank you. ❤
Katja, as a previous winner, I'm ineligible for the win before a year is up. Therefore, as I hate to see you use one of your two nominations for someone who can't win, I would ask that you replace mine with another who is eligible.
Thank you for the nomination. I am honored.
❤
San Pedro, I'm leaving this public so that others may see, as such nominations have previously been allowed.
Carry on the Torch, Brother! And thank you. ❤
Walnuts: A Story of Father and Son
I remember my father sitting at the kitchen table
Cracking open walnuts and eating every morsel
Dad was a good eater, chicken was his favorite
When he got done with half a chicken
It looked like a war had taken place on his plate
Bones gleaned of any meat
A spectacle to watch
We always kidded him about it
The walnuts though I never got
He drank celery tonic too
Another non-starter for this cowboy
I never felt like I knew my dad
He was always a quiet man
Gentle but firm, pragmatic as the day is long
I wanted to know him but I wasn't allowed in
4 years behind enemy lines during WWII
maybe the cause
After he passed I found out I wasn't the only one
to feel his silence
He was rarely mad
His favorite expression was
"God forbid for worse"
He would say it if we kids ever complained too much
I gave the eulogy at his funeral
That's what a son does
I was so honored to be his kid
Despite the distance between us
The love was there, my mom also telling me so
I've tried to make peace with walnuts
I eat them now for health reasons
I still don't really like them
For dad's sake though I feel him with every bite
I buy them already shelled
Dad had to do the work breaking them open himself
A decorated war veteran
It was like rolling off a log
Anonymous
I remember my father sitting at the kitchen table
Cracking open walnuts and eating every morsel
Dad was a good eater, chicken was his favorite
When he got done with half a chicken
It looked like a war had taken place on his plate
Bones gleaned of any meat
A spectacle to watch
We always kidded him about it
The walnuts though I never got
He drank celery tonic too
Another non-starter for this cowboy
I never felt like I knew my dad
He was always a quiet man
Gentle but firm, pragmatic as the day is long
I wanted to know him but I wasn't allowed in
4 years behind enemy lines during WWII
maybe the cause
After he passed I found out I wasn't the only one
to feel his silence
He was rarely mad
His favorite expression was
"God forbid for worse"
He would say it if we kids ever complained too much
I gave the eulogy at his funeral
That's what a son does
I was so honored to be his kid
Despite the distance between us
The love was there, my mom also telling me so
I've tried to make peace with walnuts
I eat them now for health reasons
I still don't really like them
For dad's sake though I feel him with every bite
I buy them already shelled
Dad had to do the work breaking them open himself
A decorated war veteran
It was like rolling off a log
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
[ UH ] Universe House II
Knowing what I wish for
I relinquish my last coin
into the fountain
and move forward with my life
doing the next thing
not in expectation of result
---rather in acceptance of
the Possibility of Us as
Actuality---
exiting this old house
and entering a new Universe
I alone will into existence
along the forked path
Choice avails all
Faced with circumstances
seemingly impossible to overcome
everywhere I turn
I still Believe
refusing to give up
and let you go
because that's how much
I Love You
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Dead Ends
Playing with the dead ends
Staring at the butts in the ashtray
My finger twirls the ash around
Black from the burnt filth
My mind slipping away
Thinking about death again
How easy it would be
To just stop the misery
Time tears at me as the seconds pass by
Each one counted as my evil mind envisions
The many ways to kill myself
Back again looking at the cigi ends
In control again
My finger I stare at
Jet black, inked from ash
My mind lulls in hell
I want to die
I realise
For hours this goes on
Round and round
I find my self
Looking at the ashtray
My finger going round
Desperate now
For some way out
Why can't I stop
This evil now
Nothing makes me want to stay
There is no dream I care to take part in today.
But
My release was comedy, laughing at someone else's suffering.
My release was understanding, I would never be found.
My release will come, as it comes to us all alone.
Why don't I dream for myself?
Pick up the wings on the shelf.
escape this hell
Staring at the butts in the ashtray
My finger twirls the ash around
Black from the burnt filth
My mind slipping away
Thinking about death again
How easy it would be
To just stop the misery
Time tears at me as the seconds pass by
Each one counted as my evil mind envisions
The many ways to kill myself
Back again looking at the cigi ends
In control again
My finger I stare at
Jet black, inked from ash
My mind lulls in hell
I want to die
I realise
For hours this goes on
Round and round
I find my self
Looking at the ashtray
My finger going round
Desperate now
For some way out
Why can't I stop
This evil now
Nothing makes me want to stay
There is no dream I care to take part in today.
But
My release was comedy, laughing at someone else's suffering.
My release was understanding, I would never be found.
My release will come, as it comes to us all alone.
Why don't I dream for myself?
Pick up the wings on the shelf.
escape this hell
Written by Beukez
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Anonymous
Rest No More
Storm after storm I've hidden
closing my eyes to the pain
saving my chest from the hardship
knowing there's nothing left to gain
But there you go again
moving to the rythmn of her sea
wave after wave you go pressing
deep into the rapture of me
Rest no more my dying ruin
sail on off to much brighter sun
ripple the beat of a thousand hearts
for in your waters I've come undone
Written by JusTim_
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