Dead Posts Bobbing in the Blockchain, a Dead Poem Society Contest

in deadpoemssociety •  7 years ago  (edited)

A Dead Poem Society Production

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After a week a steemit post is a dead man bobbing in the blockchain. Could be the finest blog ever written but there is no rewarding it. And it is not even a week; it is six and half days. I learnt recently that in the last 12 hours before pay out, a post cannot receive a monetary upvote.

Another bloggers here has come up with a bit of a remedy to this situation. @whatamidoing hosts the the deadposts initiative. He invites steemians to enter posts from the past and maybe receive some rewards. Here is his latest deadpost contest. There is still time for you to enter.

Along this vein, I would like to host a more specific contest. I am inviting all steemian poets to drop the link to an old poem below and the winner/winners will receive the SBD from this post. I could never choose a winner and so I won't; you will, but I will read them and upvote as many comments as I can.

Here are the rules.

  • Upvote and re-esteem this post. The higher the turnout, the bigger the payout for the winners and the more people who will see and maybe upvote your comment.
  • The post must be at least a week old, but the older the better.
  • Depending on turnout, 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 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.
  • Poems only, all forms of poetry welcomed.
  • Don't vote for yourself
  • The number of winners will be linked to the size of the payout. The bigger the payout, the more poems I can and will reward. This initiative is about strengthening the poetry community on steemit. But there will be at least a first place poem that receives the largest share of the payout, and then perhaps a second place, the second biggest payout and a so on.

So a scroll through your old poems and decide which poems you want to resurrect and then drop the link below. Good luck to you all.

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Not seeking sweet revenge
The trees gather closer around
Their branches reach for sky above
As Mother Nature reclaims her ground.

Loved this write, dabeckstar. Good luck in the contest:)

Thanks!

https://steemit.com/poetry/@dabeckster/the-chimney-photo-and-poem
This one exudes the life and time of days of old. Good job @dabeckster thank you for sharing this world.

Thank you @rensoul17!

Went through your blog, I'm surprised you don't write more.. You're pretty good and this Poem about chimney blew me away... Awesome content

That’s very kind of you.

That last stanza… wow.

I’m glad you enjoyed it.

Are you sure you're not a poet?

Everyone’s a poet if they try. 😄

That I feel is true. That is why I write, I guess.

This one really spoke to me, as I have encountered many homestead ruins with chimney obelisks, and suffered pangs of "what motivates such industry?!"

I’m glad you found it a worthwhile read. I don’t normally write poetry, but wrote this because I had the same inspiration from seeing this chimney towering alone in the woods.

Although I am way out of the phase, this poem still speaks to me and maybe you too. Enjoy:
https://steemit.com/life/@figuringoutsrn/what-is-it-to-process-signals

This is a poem that was busy the rhymic flow was like a rollercoaster ride in the twilight zone, I scrambled to read between the line found meaning in some stanza after the fact, the way it is written caused a crazy delay in my comprehending the piece and then seconds later I found myself saying oh I get it. This poem had layers and dimensions. Well done @figuringoutsrn

for you, dear observer.
There isn't much time left.
the treasury has been bereft
of her and her's
golden years
are now over.
four leaved clover
has dried.

Great write, FSO:)

great event, @prydefoltz

Who is that who filters and crawls?
in your face and empty rooms?

Interesting way to present the topic. Good job, @figuringoutsrn.

thanks :)

She is not here
But memories are
Is she even gone at all?
You have no idea how much this poem speaks to me..
Is she even gone at all?
Awesome piece my friend and a very deep one too..

I am glad you enjoyed as I did your work. :)
something fundamentally common we all feel sin't it? loss.

Dried herbs are never so piquant as fresh flush.

Awesome contest...I had to bring the very first poem I wrote..I was still in my learning phase..
https://steemit.com/love/@xplore/the-girl-he-never-had

cool stuff
"How could he have such love
For a girl he never had"

love always cuts deep, and always the love that never was,
that lingers on in the back of the mind,
echoing in the darkness of consciousness

whoever said: "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." doesn't know what it is to lose loved ones or lose their love.
She had never loved
and isn't she better off?
No ache, no pain.
no regrets and disdain.
no depressive rut of laying on bed
and futile attempts to make trades
with time and gods, all in head
in many words you have bled.
I hope the infection is gone
and wish you find love none.
you will be better off, without.

Wow, You just did a short poem on the subject of loosing a love you never had 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽..well I feel it is better to love and loose the love than not to love at all..

and to me anything that doesn't pass the test of time is complete waste of it.

He began to wonder
What if he had told her
All the things he should have said
What if he had said all that
How could he have such love
For a girl he never had

Wonderful write, Xplore. Be sure to upvote some of the poems and good luck in the contest:)

I had to quickly go through this piece...awesome contents, i feel the beggining phase of any piece of art are of the purest form. And i also could relate with loving someone in which you never got. Lovely piece

I remember the awkwardness of young love and you’ve captured it wonderfully.

Thank you for your kind words

Reading this was a tear at the heartstrings of youth.

Monster- about how we fear grows with us
https://steemit.com/poetry/@sunravelme/monster

A beautiful somewhat creepy story filled with symbolism and play-on-words. I like creepy things so I found it whimsically entertaining. Thank you @sunravelme. I am still a fan.

but not as much as your throat
gulping down my tears
like the monster under my bed

A gripping poetic write, sunravelme:)

oh man, do I have a lot of dead poems, here's one from 3 months ago

"Posted the invoice
on my feed
before I charged
the world"

https://steemit.com/poetry/@satorid/i-can-hear-her-breathing

the greatest Americans
have not been born yet
they are waiting patiently
for the past to die

*is bummed that I'm here with the ding dongs ;)

sipping on coke cola, rolling down the street with ding dongs
this one goes out to the greatest Americans
that have yet to be born ;D

hahahaha ded ;)

The best way to predict the future
Is create the present
Cut-up the past
And the future will leak out,

Loved this philosophical write, Daniel:)

Interesting proposal, Pryde. I'll see if I can take advantage of this opportunity you graciously offer.
https://steemit.com/poetry/@zeleiracordero/corresponding-rhetoric-original-poem-100-days-poetry-challenge-day-24

It was an amazing read. It changed the hairstyle of my soul a little.

Thanks, poet! It is a pleasure to have disheveled your soul.

Sometimes whispers bend before the wind,
they rise and they crash
against steel clouds

Splendid work, zeleira:) Good luck in the contest:) Be sure to vote for some other poets:)

What follows this singing of owls?
Your reflectors dazzled my faith
with that extravagant ego parade
ancestral, naked.

*love this part- hits me right in the feels xo

I feel your sensitivity as a great source in which it is an enjoyment to immerse yourself. Thanks for reading and the empathic insight into the poem, @kilbride.

Thanks for this tremendous initiative, Pryde. It’s generous and good for the community. My submission, entitled “Whisper Me A Kiss,” my poem about a perfect kiss. The drawing of the kissing lovers is an original colored pencil drawing by me as well. https://steemit.com/lovepoem/@momzillanc/whisper-me-a-kiss

Your poem and drawing reflect great talent (and deep experience 😉)

Thank you very much. The poem is actually my attempt to put into words a way my husband has when we kiss.

In your arms, the promise of forever…
Shining as stars in your ebony eyes
Come my love, tomorrow’s our dawn…
Floating free as the star flies
Our love, the vessel… you, my tether…
On whispered kisses, together we’ll rise.

Softly… Softly… Whisper me a kiss…

Some sublime romance, Denise:)

Thanks, Pryde. I am a very lucky person in him.

"There once was a woman on Binance,
Who took a bold and bullish stance,
Bit by bit she bought some ether,
Then the market caught a fever,
Ending this volatile romance."

awesome =D

Amusing piece @diebitch. cool name too.

“Ending this volatile romance…” It seems rather inexorable that the volatile romance cannot end as cryptocurrency continues to grab financial market shares. But, hasn’t that always been the way of finance? It’s the interminable can’t quit romance.

There once was a woman on Binance,
Who took a bold and bullish stance,
Bit by bit she bought some ether,
Then the market caught a fever,
Ending this volatile romance.

Clever penning, DB:)

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lol you're totally right about a girl being center of misplaced attention in projects. I am a gentleman, but that is almost all my male project partners do complicating the whole dynamic of professional relationship with their sticky sleaze. I wish your sniper were for hire.

Yeah, it throws me off guard every time....

Good can be powerful; chaos is easy.
So I flatlined-
A flat ironed cauterized amygdala has freed me
from
The aesthetic sadness of
Scattered
Neon Lights.

A really strong and raw write, kilbride. Be sure to visit and upvote some of they other poets in the contest and best of luck:)

Thank you :)

Apologies all around.

This last line is the perfect closure of your fantastic creation. The voice speaks from a critical position with a lot of well-founded cynicism. I loved your work. I admire that strong tone of posing the world that moves inside.

Oh yes the Old Guy is in! R n U! Now since I have only one poem on the blockchain, that part was easy. While it may not be the best poem ever, it may deserve a point for age and humor?

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https://steemit.com/food/@old-guy-photos/ode-to-a-chinese-buffet

Your little poem is a cute bit of poetic humor.

Here’s a bit of my own in silly response… 😜

While I truly love Chinese food,
And agree it's filled with all that’s good,

I’d have to disagree on buffet appeal.
I’ve never cared for a buffet meal.

We all know, if we consider well,
The buffet line is really oversell.

The best fare is never on the bar…
Left you to serve yourself subpar…

Inspires you to gut-busting excess…
Rainin’ ‘pon the owner fiscal success…

Payin’ more for the buffet venue…
Than a la carte from the menu.

© 13 May 2018, by D. Denise Dianaty

Very good. I just love me a nice buffet. For $8 I can be stuffed to the gills of food I honestly love LOL! In short, if there is a heaven, it best have a Chinese buffet LOL

LOL

Haha ... you are poet ... you just don't like to show it ... unless involved is food ... suddenly you're in the mood:)

Gotta load up on the General Tso’s Chicken!

Thanks so much for spreading word of this contest! I went over and entered... resteemed! I hope it soon explodes! : )

Thank you, PA:)

The quality of the conversation going on here in the comments is magical. Here is my contribution. https://steemit.com/poem/@creationofcare/in-quiescence-steemeditate
And I look forward to following the links and joining in!

All those purple petals and shafts of green
Die back down, dispensable.

Well ... that was gorgeous. Yes I am really pleased with the turn out for this. It being our first go at it and everyone has been so supportive of each other. Isn't it great:)

Energy flowing in a harmonic progression, returning you to balance, stay balanced…

In an instance you may remember or recognize.

I seemed to be anticipating your post with my piece for the 100 days of poetry today. Check it out if have the time.

You have submitted a deeply meaningful write, rensoul. You came in on the tail end of this contest and so I am not sure how many people will see it but I intend to post round 2 tomorrow; so stay on the lookout:)

LIFE
This life is a battlefield
Which is fought by everyone
The fate of the weak is sealed
Humans everywhere are killed
The victors daily are thrilled
With their weapons they have won
This life is a battlefield
Which is fought by everyone

LOVE
Love is a meeting of two souls
Bringing two, making them one heart
Embracing the now, the past goes
Bonded by courage the love grows
Making room for their divine goals
Hearts refusing to be apart
Love is a meeting of two souls
Bringing two, making them one heart.

Please familiarize yourself with the rules of the contest.

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Nice post

Wow! I missed this, @prydefoltz. It is too late for me to upvote or resteem. The contest seems fantastic. Now that I'm done with papers, I'll get to check your blog more often. Best regards! (We've been doing something fun --writing second parts of stories, old and new, written by others-- but it is in Spanish; you would've done so well...
See you soon :-)

There is still time ... please join in:) But this week has passed ... this one is still live ...https://steemit.com/poetry/@prydefoltz/dead-poem-s-society-week-two-contest-and-community-building

Nice. Lemme check! :D