GP POEMS OF THE MONTH/2010

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POEM OF THE MONTH SLAM shall be called every month now on to choose the best poem for that particular month. Here are the winning poems:

The previous winning poems can be checked out [1] and [2]

POEM OF THE MONTH - DECEMBER 2010 - WON BY THEBOHEMIAN

We Once [3]

by TheBohemian [4]

We Once

We once traded hearts

and love and kisses,

now grandkid pics,

and merry wishes.

We left behind

love that could be,

retreated inside

from what could be.

We made our choice,

her with new life,

me with my old,

to hide from strife.

We once traded hearts.

and love and kisses.

POEM OF THE MONTH - NOVEMBER 2010 - WON BY ILAN

8 Poems ~ Of Sylvia Plath[5]

by [6]

Dear Reader

I thank you in advance for reading this

longer read, it's a collection of some past

and current poems I've written you may

have read or not, my motivation being to

collate in one place.

Sylvia Plath died by suicide and to say

her life wasn't easy is an understatement.

On this website there are plenty of her

poems too for the reader, you be the judge

of Sylvia Plath and the legacy she has left

behind for us all to feel.

Yours sincerely

Ilan

Poem 1

the bark of dog

Between

Newtown cinema

and crumply bookshop,

people look

for

poets

like

Plath

In these narrow alleys

cripples and

alcoholics

lived and

died

This

spaceless abode

of

peeling

Victorian

terraces,

all

squeezed in

and

Out of these

ruins,

one hears

God

or

the bark

of

dog

Poem 2

The loss of poetry

The loss of poetry

Is the worst loss of all

No photos to remember by

Or recall

The goneness of Dementia

Song left longing

Can't drag one up

Nights and loves

Sylvia Plath did it

Why not I did it

Gas oven kitchen mit

Head in first

Bent - then

Breathe in

Almost relief

Tears in morning for

lost poems

Poem 3

the Plaths of the world saw the truth

I'm sick of

groans

moans

words

promises

love, hate

anger, fate

overweight

irrationality

prejudice against my

nationality

the endless curse

the black hearse of truth

the little booth

children who bully

the gully of death

tourists found dead

those who wed only to break up

the poison cup

the juxtapose of wills

the tears, the fears

the weirs of empty

the world of plenty things

except for Africa

the poor, the unsure

the unconfident child

the wild and dangerous

the things we miss

the danger of kiss

the lack of sympathy for the sick

the poor, the homeless, the weak

the wretched, the unscrupulous

the cheat

those who battle to get on their feet

the pushy, the evil

the devil

the weasel

the woes, the foes

the killing that grows

the death God knows.

When I look around I see viruses waiting to enter

Am I looking for a mentor

I hear talk of money

I smell dirty wastebins

an unbalanced centre

I feel a comet will hit us very soon

like a dinosaur will take our moon

and that'll be the end

of it all

the call will have come and gone

the sun would have shone,

Brief are the days

Long is the night.

Take a deep breath at first light

and see,

that the Plaths of the world saw the truth

that death is preferable

that mankind is unable

that the table is empty

that the wine cup is empty

that the love is empty

that the child is empty

that the street is empty

that the weak are empty

for the rich have inherited the earth

and the children of God

no better or worse.

I'm sick of groans

moans

words, promises......

Poem 4

The suicide of Sylvia Plath

The oven that killed Plath

What was it's name,

I mean GE or other,

Perhaps a Hughes

In her shoes

her son too, hanged, so

Kennedy was killed by Oswald

Oswald by Ruby

Lennon by Hinckley

and God by poetry

as Plath was killed by Hughes, see

ovens don't kill people

People kill people.

The oven that killed Plath

What was it's name

Poem 5

Fuck Poetry

Fuck poetry

for pretentiousness

and superficiality.

It's not real life is it,

Art imitating life,

what a wank

Poe is a pussy

and Eliott too,

what about me and

what about you?

Fuck poetry

We are mere specimens,

aliens,

in a stark reality

a black hole

we move through timeless

boundless,

in our own wrath

the oven of Sylvia Plath

and it's so damn dark.

Fuck poetry

Poem 6

Soon nuclear

Birds fly south

Where art thou Plath

Gassed into oblivion

Leaving the dead behind

Birds fly south

Where art thou Plath

Begging for her breath

Unto death

Sylvia Plath

Where art thou

and why,

for

cholera has struck Haiti

terror has found America

madness has hit until soon,

soon nuclear.

Birds fly south

Where art thou Plath

Poem 7

Ode to Plath Ginsburg Gibran - in fact everyone

He coughs

He splutters

He splatters

He splutters

He shmutters

He mutters,

Under his breath

He laughs then cries

Utters of death, bed

Plath Ginsburg Gibran

Is Jesus the One. He walks He talks, he preaches He teaches at the market Way over his head A Plato, a Socrates Luther King, perhaps Miamonedes Aristophanes, tissue please.

He coughs

He splutters

He splatters

He splutters

He shmutters

Poem 8

Plath is dead

Plath is dead

Long live Plath

And so we should

Celebrate our lives,

Long live life

Hold your hand, your friends' hand,

Long live friendship

Soak in the afternoon sun

Write letters to the One

Dream of escapes by boat

Leaving suicide bombers remote,

Forget iPods, touch real pods

With your hands water plants of

Pink and white

Turn dark into light,

Plath is dead

Long live Plath

POEM OF THE MONTH - OCTOBER 2010 - WON BY LEGGOLAS

Petrified![7]

by Leggolas [8]

[Cast your sense to biased night,

seek that intertwined with plight.

Seduce,

unfetter those suppressed fears to seize foreboding scene,

as a bereft contour clutches hope,

on this!

The verge of Halloween]

Petrified!

Searing pitch [cocoons].

Roused howling

bleak

insidious squalls

savage,

ravage,

rattle crowns,

swooping down

their curious cusps

mither,

molest me.

Evasion’s stagger

falters,

alters,

wailing goads

taunt brittle mind.

Cracking limbs

arc

bar

stifle,

flailing fingers

slash

claw

blind,

taut tussle thrusts to ground,

fraught buckle braces ridicule

till,

Silence!

[not a sound].

Lull.

[Lascivious].

Slithers,

soothes seductively,

smothers,

peels productively [inseminates salvation].

Savours exudation.

Exposes!

] ISOLATION [

[whispers] “fragility”.

An icy chill consumes

upon the realisation.

[I am not alone]

“Something stalks my stride”.

Wanton.

Brooding.

Sinister.

Depraved!

[Mutilating frenzy seeps from imperfections flaw.

Hacked, matted still striations bare

craved splintered bone,

vented spleen,

pools of pulsing gore.

[The twitching drip of demise trails from slain secreted awe. The Demon seeks encore]

“I feel his gaze upon me”.

Frantic! glances gouge the gloom

sought

sable spectres merge.

Fear concedes impending doom,

fraught, stricken senses surge.

Clamber,

clamber

crawl.

Climb

stumble

sprawl,

rise

fumble,

fall,

[incensed]

splitting caterwaul concedes no clemency.

It’s shrieking shrill entices death,

[constriction hampers rampant breath]

vexed trepidation pleads “desist”

existence urges

“Rise”

“Resist!”

“Run!!”

“Run!!!”

defy Death’s wheeze,

clench,

flay,

wrench encumbering trees,

sweep aside enfeebling scree,

source that course which endures flee.”

Flight’s batter,

tatters

cripples

cleaves.

It’s splatter,

spatters

stipples

grieves.

Can’t breathe,

can’t seethe

can’t bind,

can’t be.

Can’t think,

can’t blink,

can’t find,

“Can’t see!”

“Oh Lord, my Saviour, hear thy plea,

please provide, guide to sanctuary”

[Twas then as if by Miracle, there came a peal from distant spire,

it’s divine intervention conceived chorus from celestial choir].

But sudden snap!

slapped signify,

cessation’s rapt,

“The Beast is nigh”.

Sensing clasping claws disserve,

survival enacts eeling swerve,

midst trapping,

sapping,

clapping leaves,

which rustle,

hustle,

tussle weaves,

as sprawling roots seek binding twine

[his footsteps almost filling mine].

Weary,

bleary,

aching “pleads!”

Raking,

shaking

eerie weeds

whose sprawling clutch encumbers plough,

“Oh toll, do not desert me now!”

A sudden glint!

a shaft of light

scuffles,

severs

snatches flight.

Those

wits

bewitched,

thus,

surface,

shirk,

that lurking,

midst

malicious

murk,

to

instigate resounding bounds,

which

sample,

trample

cruel confounds,

as

joyous surge

from

core’s

implore

delivers

pound

to hallowed door,

crazed rattle,

battles,

opens, SLAMS!

bolt exorcises awe.

I tremble to pure floor .

Uncontrollable cascades caress contours of relief,

but as the beckoning chimes fall silent,

[pent rapture’s rejoice is but brief].

Through trepidation, raising gaze infers the thought of living hell,

glazed, swollen eyes decipher haze,

a silhouette,

warped,

beneath the bell.

Life’s lustre’s

muster

swiftly fades,

chill bites me to jarred bone,

as the sinister glint from twitching blade,

slices sadistic masquerade

and The Demon steps from the shade.

My curdle

turns to stone.

POEM OF THE MONTH - SEPTEMBER 2010

Incredible India[9]

by astaniga [10]

Known as land of gods

From ancient time she attracted everyone

People invaded her

To loot her of her riches

But they were too blind to see

Was not counted by golden coin

It was her rich vivid culture

She gave a whole new meaning To the concept of unity in diversity

From the snow clad Himalayas

To the tip of Kanyakumari

Each and every part of her

Stood out with its own unique tradition

She is the land of festivals

Where every week brings new reason to celebrate

She is the land of great progress

With perfect amalgamation of old and new

Where the youth today

On one hand stand tall on international soil

On other bow down to the old values

Where the old keep the traditional values around

And still adopt new ideas readily

Yes it has cultural beauty and scenic beauty

It’s truly INCREDIBLE INDIA

POEM OF THE MONTH - AUGUST 2010

Seedlings dreaming...[11]

by thewholesoul [12]

I was buried alive and woke underground

yet covered by darkness I dreamt of a flower,

tunneling skywards to follow my dream

the promise of light would colour me green!

Emerging from darkness to cradle of blue

where pillows were clouds of marshmallow dew

I gleefully sprout off gorgeous gold rays

and sip from the soil sweet pure meadow rains.

And as petals unfurl to fragrance the breeze

I’m tickled by butterflies! Hummingbirds! Bees!

The fruits of my labour for everyone’s gain

I offer my beauty to lessen your pain...

So bury my seedlings neath blanket of dirt

in darkness they’re dreaming

of flowers on Earth

POEM OF THE MONTH - JULY 2010

Styx and Stones [13]

by ArrogantDan [14]

Styx and Stones

I met a girl, veiled in bitter, violet sadness.

We rowed down the Acheron, I kissed her sorrow,

She kissed my regret. We made love and then we made grief.

I met a boy, always lamenting his life. Always screaming in emotional agony.

We sailed through the Cocytus, I kissed his cries,

He kissed my howl. We only ever made sound.

I swam through the Styx, in pure loathing. Purer than light,

Only a hate, which sparked and charred my body.

I made honey. And sour wine. And my muse was buried in it all.

I met a soul, his body was burnt. His skeleton, a breath; his breath, a white pony.

We flew over the Phlegethon, I knew his form,

He knew the flames on mine. He made me gifts, I made him a thankfulness.

I met seven beautiful people, we made lust and joy and silence and hunger and thirst and a lack of the everything.

We wanted to paddle in the Lethe.

I don't know that we ever did.

POEM OF THE MONTH - JUNE 2010

Devil’s Pit [15]

by oxavier [16]

I sit alone under the dim luminance,

My thoughts being absorbed by the glow;

Puzzled voices echo through my breath,

Question my very existence.

Fireflies shoot across the room,

As if they shared my confusion;

Fall of darkness upon earth’s inhabitants

Mock the reason for living.

There is no way out of this pit

All we do is claw at iron walls.

Solutions might be simple in front of our eyes;

To perceive and comprehend, a challenge

I split my thoughts equally and well paced,

But all seem to annoy me,

How did I get myself into this?

What should I do?

Though the answer lies in the question,

We tend to ignore our inner voice

Time and time again it is replenished,

A message that vibrates in the devil’s pit!

POEM OF THE MONTH - MAY 2010

Dark Rain...[Fibonacci][17]

by Aravind [18]

DARK RAIN

Rain

drains

my pains

flightless days

like spiders climbing

Invoke the spirit, keep striving

POEM OF THE MONTH - APRIL 2010

Dreams of Monterey [19]

by wordsmithwannabe [20]

birds along a rock sea wall

whisper my name in salty tones

begging me to join them in flight

they do not know that my wings are tired

or that I no longer wish to soar

Steinbeck’s restless ghost pesters me

as I walk on, breathing in the killing scent of

a weathered chapel, built by native hands

that never intended to worship there but

offered up blood sweat and tears nevertheless

I stop and spin in all directions

dream of sandstone buildings damaged

by crude gunfire and the planting of flags

dream of pop festivals and artist fairs

with mild cheeses and writers arguing

about Henry Miller’s tropics

a sudden offshore breeze stirs wanderlust

tickles my toes through my shoes

and turns my feet toward the bay

I hug my arms and inhale once more

let the ocean currents speak to me

shoes and jacket and sanity discarded

my body drifts across the littered sands

toward the strange Pacific waters

that hold the key to my forbidden box it is time for me to go home

I swim I swim I swim forever

until my limbs are numb, useless

and sink, gladly, into the canyon

smiling at the scuba divers ignoring me

while they pretend they are sea otters

frolicking in frigid waters where kelp

quivers in underwater winds

I sleep with my fellow sea stars

and all is as it should be

in old Monterey

POEM OF THE MONTH - MARCH 2010

Magical Stairs[21]

by PinkNeonFlavor[22]

Numinous magic embedded within

Each dreamer step of intricate design

Indifferent on the outside view of beauty

Only wanting mystics of the neon

The rail held onto of sweet blissful scent

Twirling like twisters in fading color

Mellifluous voices heard from above

As you rail your way up directly ahead

Boxes of mysterious diamond shapes

Surrounded by mini telescope guys

Like beauty and glistening sparks given

Bountiful uses as they beguile

Yes, those are made of neon, too

But pastel lines faintly shift across

These magical boxes you see below

Your feet, as you still continue to walk

Not to the stars, the fetching cosmos

But you gaze into the light induced

By something never seen before

Until you find out you’re put in trance

A table and a chair an astronomer sits

With a telescope in his hand

He is ready to gaze upon the heavens

For your entrance is near

POEM OF THE MONTH - FEBRUARY 2010

Golden Moments [23]

by oxavier [24]

All that glitters is not gold?

Hidden behind are secrets untold.

Every minuscule act of love,

Fetches you a shooting star;

Be it the smile that you bring,

On the face of a hungry child;

A mother’s joy blooms amidst misery,

When a child enters this world;

A long lost loved one returning home.

During life’s stormy weather,

The best of friends make time,

And get together.

An empty heart of the lover,

Filled with unbound love for ages;

A broken relationship melting,

But the tears held by your companion.

The feel of belonging that you experience,

When you are trampled by all;

A small act of charity from your pocket,

Brightens up the day for the homeless;

Placing a lollipop in those little hands,

Witnessing a change that the mind can’t understand;

Falling deep in love for the first time,

Lost in those sparkling eyes;

Few words of kindness is all that is needed,

To bring forth a change,

Hidden behind secrets no more,

All that glitters is definitely not gold.

POEM OF THE MONTH - JANUARY 2010

We Never Wanted War, (a poem for peace) [25]

by spence [26]

A mother holds her baby in amongst her fallen home

Still warm to touch, but life has gone

She tries to find the soul

An orphan roams, afraid- alone, across the barren wastes

His soul is cold, his world has gone

His heart can taste such hate

A father finds a photograph and see’s his soldier son

He strokes the glass, in tears he gasps,

‘Dear God…what have we done?’

And from the throats of lonely souls that can’t hope anymore

They weep as one, their heartache song

‘We Never Wanted War’