A Dead Poems Society Production, Round 5, Contest and Community Building

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A Dead Poems Society Production, Round 5

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The best way to round out #poetryweekend is to resurrect the pithy, the tragic, and the dead. Here on steemit, a post can only receive monetary reward for the first 6 and half days after it was posted. @whatamidoing has come up with a bit of solution; he hosts the the deadpost initiative. Here is the latest round. For those of us more verse and meter bent, Dead Poem's Society, this blog, offers a forum to post your old poems and receive some added chaching.

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 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.
  • 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 ththere 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.
  • Winner/winners and maybe participants, depending on the size of the payout, will receive the SBD from this post.

Last week's post received a SBD of 0.756. I disqualified one participant for not re-esteeming and up-voting the post. That left 8 superstars in the game. I topped up the payout to 0.8 SBD so everyone could receive 0.1 SBD. It you are one of the following people, please check your wallet and join in again.

@zeleiracordero
@devinalivaudais
@satorid
@marlyncabrera
@momzillanc
@sue-stevenson
@firststeps
@oscarina

I will be transferring the amounts in short order if they have not already arrived in your wallet:)

In other news @satorid has started a related initiative. The Dead Poem's Spoken Word Mixtape. Check it out:) He has agreed to produce one of these babies a month.

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Hello partners! A pleasure to return to another Sunday of the society of dead poems, although I do not know if I'm late. Today I bring you my first poem, with which began the challenge of 100 days of poetry: "The broken mirror " I hope you like it.

https://steemit.com/steemitschool/@zeleiracordero/the-broken-mirror-original-poem-1

My broken mirror has broken my soul for me.
No longer count past glories, because they are not mine
they are his. It crawls like a weak metaphor of an endless dream,
broken into pieces of always, pieces of before, when he was transiting.

Great exploration of metaphor, Zeleira:)

Thank you, dear Pryde!

Well now this is a way to start off Day #1 of 100 Days poetry challenge! The interstellar theme music goes perfect for this poem. We are some kind of kindred poetic spirits =D

It crawls like a weak metaphor of an endless dream,
broken into pieces of always, pieces of before, when he was transiting.

Awww ... You honor me, poet!

I remember seeing this poem back then.

These words stand out now:

We are pieces of the universe refracted by a light woman.

Very bold writing, interstellar and calls me to reflect^^

very same here, its like a cosmic fun house mirror, the poem cause me to reflect, and then the interstellar song cause to to reflect on reflecting... interstellar overdrive =o

Thank you for your opinion, appreciated @mineopoly and also to you, again, @satorid.

Un placer volver a leer su obra, me quedo con estas letras

Somos trozos de universo refractados por una luz mujer.

Eso somos trozos, partículas, pequeños fragmentos de un inmenso "TODO"...

An intriguing set of metaphors. The following lines especially stood out for me:

Our essence fills your cloister with blanched moons,
invoking ancient signs where one is another and another, none.

Each piece counts as a scar of war,
Each piece is a self sacrificed to the later understanding
of the absolute origins and the infinite destinies that unite us.

The undifferentiated reality of everything that could be
forever in the infinite eternity is the caught in the mirror,

We are pieces of the universe refracted by a light woman.
Infinity filled by infinity envelops us,

And it is as true as the master universe and its divine comedy.

Since this is “Dead Poems Society,” loosely inspired by the Robin Williams film, Dead Poets Society, I’m going to share my spoken word memoriam composed after he passed. It's entitled, “Laugh Clown… Laugh.” https://steemit.com/poetry/@momzillanc/laugh-clown-laugh-spoken-word

Cry out loud… make jest of your pain

this is what it's all about...

Your naked soul ... naked for the joke,
Spilled ... spilled ... until your heart breaks.

Images that discover the nature of the person who is honored. I like the intensification achieved with repetition. You did a wonderful job, @momzillanc

Precarious… you teetered ‘pon the precipice.
Played out your suffering ‘pon the stage,
Lights… camera… the pedestal… your cage.

A really superb piece of work, Denise:) Brava.

Thanks so much, Pryde. That means a lot coming from you.

Heart moving.

But I am Pagliacci.

There are some who get laughs and some who give laughs

and there are some who give their lives

Nanu Nanu

And there are too many of us who don’t notice those giving their lives. Thanks.

This is a fun one from 4 months ago ^^

https://steemit.com/dsound/@mineopoly/distraction

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Engaging essay and poem – I especially like the closing stanza of the poem.

Those days were a magical time on Steemit.

I knew things were moving too fast and I need to slow down.

Look out below!!

Magical Days of Steemit you say, I'm glad you're keeping your eye out to know what track you are on,
because

A ray of sunlight makes it clear
This treasure cannot be sold
Worth much more than gold

At midnight, a fireman rides
Passing diamonds
Invisible treasures
The boiler shudders

Beautiful poem that brings, like a train, images of an unknown task for many, but that you recreate so well that we feel part of that world. Although the title is "Distraction", the relationship is quite poetic because it induces the mind to travel in different ways: Towards what you are referring to and where you are going with the reference.
Good job, dear @mineopoly.

In the midnight a fireman rides
Shoveling diamonds
Treasures unseen
The boiler rattle shakes
Beyond the threshold point
Jet batta jet batta jet bap bap
Full steem ahead

A wonderful composition and may it work some sympathetic magic:)

Thanks @prydefoltz. The way tech stocks went and now crypto over the weekend it is either the day of golden opportunity to invest or it is just one step closer into the dark ages.

Not really sure yet. I definitely don't have the same attitude now as I had when I wrote that post in February.

I should continue to "mine my heart"

Best to stay positive ... even in the dark ages:)

Chic article. I learned a lot of interesting and cognitive. I'm screwed up with you, I'll be glad to reciprocal subscription))

An obvious cut and paste, mineopoly. I wouldn't pay him too much attention ... r u in for this week's dead poems? We be happy to have you:)

My zombie is here ^^

Here's my 'Dead Poem', I wrote it a few years ago when My grandpa past, his last name was Robles which means oak tree, I posted it a couple of months, I felt it time to bring it back from the ether, to share with all you beautiful people:
Under the Oak Tree

Powerful message in these lines:

The only time my (whole) family
gets together is when
someone dies

when the next soul
passes on to the other side
and echoes in the darkness

spilling our drunken souls
detesting space / time

Very good. Describe a family situation that has become common in these times: the meeting only in funeral cases.
Those two lines that seem to me like an image that reveals the essence of the encounter. It is so intense the friction of the exposed feelings and the emotion of the encounter with all those that cradle our soul that feels to burst, it is ecstatic and it overflows. There is so much to catch up on and so much to share that it becomes strange that no more family gatherings take place, except at the next funeral. It's ironic ... right?
As always, I love your poetry @satorid.

Then we say good bye,
pouring out our drunken souls
loathing the space/time alone

Alcohol can turn things on their heads ... that is for sure ... and other kinds of intoxication. Powerful write, Daniel:)

Love this project and the name... oh the name... Wishing it all the best, and to you too, my dear Pryde!

Thanks for the support, Isabel:) Much appreciated:)

It's my pleasure, Pryde! <3 <3 <3

Hi, @prydefoltz. Thanks for the invite (and my share) again. I'm coming back to comment on everything tonight (looking forward to it). I've been busy, busy, busy.

Here's my entry for this week:

"Deadweight"

Good vibes to you all :-)

Don’t we all feel that way sometimes – that we just don’t measure up? Don’t we all, far too often, feel like everyone else is taking time out of their own world of doubts and fears to worry about ours? Well penned.

I think we all do, as a matter of fact, @momzillanc. Thank you ♥

You’re going too slow.
Drop the bag.
Drop your clothes.
Cut your hair.
Rip the flesh off your bones.
Go light.
Kick off the bike.
Fly!
Grow some feathers
(not too many).
Fly high!

That is some great rhythm work, Marlyn:)

Thank you, @prydefoltz ☻ I'm glad you liked it; I did try to work it out ♥

La vida misma es un poema, solo debemos observar y dejar que la inspiración llegue... Hermoso poema e ilustraciones. Lluvia de bendiciones para ti @marlyncabrera

Siguiendo la recomendación de @marlyncabrera y aceptando la invitación de @prydefoltz, acá mi participación (en español). De antemano muchas gracias por el aporte y la mención. Lluvia de bendiciones para todos¡
https://steemit.com/spanish/@oscarina/concurso-recitarte-mama-soneto-a-mi-madre

Lo siento. No hablo espanol bien ... pero eres bienvenido participar:)

Don´t worry, I will not be English either, but this is not an obstacle to share our passion for poetry and writing, greetings!

No worries but make sure you support some of the other posts on the page.

Beautiful sonnet, @oscarina. We who have lost our mothers earlier than expected can connect to the solace your speaker finds when fancying their eternal presence (a literal translation follows):

Y mientras; transformada en una estrella,
Meanwhile, you’ve become a star,
en la suave brisa, en un dulce aroma,
a soft breeze, a sweet aroma,
eterna querencia, la flor más bella...
eternal loving, the handsomest flower…

I’m not a religious person, but I do belief in the power of emotion.

Thanks for sharing :)

Exacto, nuestra imperiosa necesidad de su presencia nos hace verla y sentirla a nuestro alrededor, y creer en ella... Gracias por tu apoyo¡

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