Dead Poem's Society, Round 7, Contest and Community Building

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Dead Poem's Society, Round 7

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It is Sunday and time to close out #poetryweekend. Steem is down; we all know this, but I have to say I am really pleased with the enthusiasm we ... the poets ... have maintained for our craft and the craft of our peers. Loved the works I ... me ... this poet .... had the pleasure of reading yesterday and Friday. So let's keep this ball rolling. Time to go into your vault and pick a poem that is at least one week old, dust off the cyber bunnies ... careful, they byte ... and post the link here. Then get reading the other dead poems as they appear like rap, rapping on your chamber door ... in the feed. Sorry if that last remark was in Poe taste.

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The rules.

  • Upvote and re-esteem this post.
  • The post must be at least a week old.
  • Vote for 1-3 other entries in the comment section. Do NOT upvote the original post. That is a wasted vote. Upvote the comment here.
  • I will choose from among the poets/poems that received the most votes and best quality comments and gave the best comments and did their diligent best to upvote 1-3 other entries.
  • Depending on the size of the payout, I try to reward as many people as possible.
  • Poems only, all forms of poetry welcomed.
  • Don't vote for yourself

Last week's round paid out 0.53 SBD. We also received two donations from @tribeglobal-love of 3.639 SBD and @rensoul17 of 0.129 SBD respectively. Again another thank you.

That brought our prize pool up to 4.298 SBD. These people will/have receive/d the following payouts of SBD.

@kilbride ... 1.1
@zeleiracordero ... 0.8
@momzillanc ... 0.8
@satorid ... 0.8
@marlyncabrera 0.8

Good luck to everyone taking part this week:)

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I'm in Bali so I'm all messed up timewise. Not sure if I've missed but I'll still play :)

Here is a shorter one that I liked

https://steemit.com/freewrite/@kilbride/5-min-freewrite-hook

No worries, Kilbride. You have all week to enter the #deadpoems:):):) Super piece:):)

More joy leading to more kindness and, perhaps, more inclusivity and cultural equity.

The hippies were right.
Not about everything, because nobody ever is.
Science puts the books in order:
we see now that our DNA carries joys and traumas,
Our urge to replicate a type of infinite bookkeeping .

Maybe we need more of that joy on the books, so our children-
our stories
Aren't always quite so bleak.

down to put more joy on our books!

Maybe we need more of that joy on the books, so our children-
our stories
Aren't always quite so bleak.

The hook,
its barbed,
it doesn't just slide in and out for fun.
Catch and release, still suffocation.

I love these lines because of the great truth they contain. We spend our lives committed in formalisms, in lives thought by others, socially "correct" and many times we miss the landscape, the enjoyment with the natural.

Hello everyone! Hope you had a great weekend. Here is my dead poem, hoping you like it

Dream bluish tourmaline

The haunting mood of your "Dream bluish tourmaline" poem reminds me of Baudelaire, and its dreamlike descriptions remind me of Rimbaud—two of my favourite French poets. Thank you for having unearthed it.

Thank you very much for such a nice comment, @lanniebrockstein. The comparison that unites is very flattering.

Haunting and portentous imagery

Thank you for "feeling" the poem, appreciated @momzillanc.

A dying sun piled up with
violet shadows on the blue tourmaline horizon,
and my sorrow, scared by the double color, threw me down a rain gutter

A sad ending but very beautiful penning:)

Intense:

Everything was cold,
the air entered the bones and there it made holes.

You take me to that oneiric experience; at some points it becomes a nightmare.

I love the strength.

Thanks, Marlyn!

The surrounding light
It was blue, all blue, even the stones.
floating in the river bed, everything was peace, nothing strange.

I love this stanza, so fluid and dreamy

Thank you for reading and flowing in this dream, @kilbride.

“Backyard Sunsets” is my submission this week https://steemit.com/poetry/@momzillanc/backyard-sunsets

I left my comment on your post. I like the art a lot by the way.

Beautifully written, @momzillanc.

Just a step outside my own door,
Walk into a world fired by magic.
Hear the chirping insect music,
Be bathed in pure tranquility…

It must be magical, indeed. And the way you describe it just makes it desirable.

Thanks

stunning and vivid, good stuff! =D

With every never mundane…
Always magical backyard sunset…
There we always will be found…
Where home waits for me.

Thank you.

Excellent poem The images are very suggestive and keep us in an atmosphere of peace and warmth. Good job, @momzillanc.

Thank you.

Just a step outside my own door,
Walk into a world fired by magic.
Hear the chirping insect music,
Be bathed in pure tranquility…

Gorgeous work, Denise:)

Thanks so much, Pryde.

Pryde, have you considered sharing the link to your initiative on the Steemit groups on Facebook? And, in self-promotion on the steem school Discord chat?

I have but I am trying to work a little less these days on steemit so I can get to work on the my novel. You are welcome and I would totally appreciate if you passed on the link and I hope you join in:):):)

Unfortunately, the only place you’re allowed to share links on Discord chats is in the “self-promotions” chat. I’m not comfortable sharing anyone else’s work as a “self” promotion, even with their permission.

That makes sense:):):)

I'm very glad I was able to have some fun this poetry weekend on steemit, I think it's time I bring back:
Our Evolution Begins (Songs of Eternity)

Seriously, this so powerful from start to finish. It is so packed to the brim with profundity . I want to give this like 5 votes

thanks! it means alot, this is one of my favorites =D

Oh my God! What a deep reflection, appreciated @satorid! Your wave is mine in many ways. That exploration beyond the senses, beyond the rational is possible to penetrate the universe, not asking. Bravo! I take my hat off!

Great video. The poem is a striking homage to a basic truth… Evolution moves onward whether we will it or not, and ultimately, we are all on the same path of evolution.

Our evolution is swelling from the insatiable drumming of eternity
Our evolution is the heartbeat of the universe
Our evolution is the spark of life itself
Our evolution is willing to give everything for this
Our evolution is overthrowing the state of bliss

Huzzah, Daniel:) Wonderful work:)

Terrible Internet. I'm on my way home. Hope I'm still on time. Here's a hateful poem for a change ;)

"Light's Off"

I can relate to your "Light's Off" poem.

This city hath becometh so multicultural that its public transportation system is often like the "Creature Cantina", with more racist and sexist foreigners from abusive countries there than not, but with no alcohol served on board to make it seem that they are all nice and normal—like th'idiot politicians would have us believe.

If love is the union of opposites then hate is their separation.

Of course, not all foreigners there are monsters, the same way that not all Canadians there are politically correct liars.

How I sometimes hate using public transportation!

It's a sad situation, @lanniebrockstein, but it's as funny as ironic, too, I guess due to general human idiocy--if we've learned to laugh about it, or at least that's how I see it. When I wrote this piece, I meant to make room for some negativity so we could look at it, acknowledge it... and see what happened... Unfortunately, I got zero replies. Comments like yours make me appreciate even more this #deadpoems initiative.

The intrusive “random dude” is the bane of every woman’s existence. He’s on public transportation, at the deli counter, in the line at the theatre, in clubs presuming you want his attention, on the street inflicting his lewd “compliments” at us… Wherever we are, that random dude is there thinking he has a right to our space, our attention, even to MANaging our physical persons. Have you ever been at a counter and had some random dude move you to get his desired purchase? How often has some random dude told you how you should smile? What about that random dude who just plops down beside you and insinuates himself into your personal space so that you cannot ignore him, as if he has been your traveling companion all along?

You've pictured a hateful bunch, @momzillanc. And I love you for that XD

You're totally right; and let me tell you, from where I come these intrusive dudes are bold. Pay attention and listen carefully: they may dare to touch you, grab your hand, allow themselves to see you to your destination (while they are having that conversation, a monologue indeed, so interesting only to themselves). Of course, only if you're too gentle to be blunt, or just numb by astonishment.

BTW, I have been at that counter.

Thanks for your comment. I really appreciate it.

I’ve been at that counter too… as a girl, a young woman, a confident married woman, and now a pushing old age woman. Age nor confidence are NOT deterrents to that random counter dude.

Honestly, all those examples are from things I’ve experienced. And, I think the truth is that boys and men are simply blind to how the invasive things they do make us girls and women feel marginalized – sometimes even afraid and oppressed. I believe even the men who love us have not realized in any meaningful way how unmitigated our marginalization has been by what is passed off as just some random dude.

I think the #MeToo movement has shown us how even the men we consider the best of men have not seen their own behaviors through our experiences… even when it’s happened to their own mothers, sisters, wives, and daughters. Even the best of men did not realize that it’s always been women’s existence, that it happens to all of us – every single one of us – REPEATEDLY, ad nauseam.

What you say about #MeeToo is totally right, @momzillanc.

sometimes even afraid and oppressed.

This is how I spent my adolescence, not everywhere or all the time but when I went out for a walk. Unfortunately, there's still a lot of work to do.

Should I speak to you then?
Some small talk would be noble,
ask you, how, where and when
your minute business goes

We all have days like that. Great structure to this work:)

Sure. Good thing there are more good days than "those" days, in general (or at least that's what I think). Thanks, @prydefoltz

You played very well with the metaphor of the title. Precisely, that change of lights is what you recreate in the poem. The incomprehension of the moments, of the circumstances between human beings that cross each other and each one takes something different from the moment. One on, another off and confusion, perplexity and even forgiveness are generated. One goes crazy in this life and another must endure its rain, but at the same time we understand that we do not know its battles. Therefore, it disarms us at the moment and leaves us without reaction.
Good job, Marlyn!

I vote for prydefoltz to receive an equal share of the Dead Poems Society prize pool for being its curator, and a second equal share if she contributes one of her own "dead" poems.

That is kind, Lannie, but the SP goes to my account and so I am taken care of for the labour I put in and it is a labour of love:) Just trying to spread some affluence and influence around the poetic community here on steemit. It will take awhile but we will get there:)