INDEPENDANT TEAM #1

Round #5

#4.

I giggled in the womb
of my mother as the United
States flag waved hello
to my glorious reunion
with her sweet face.

Denver bore witness
to an unusual little
babe, swaddled
in linens made
from buffalo hides
as the Colorado
winds applauded
my existence.

#3 acrostic

Worship thy mother:
Ineffable beauty,
Cosmos and chaos
Cibele, Hecate or Yemanja.
Aradia, Nuit,my pagan love.

#4 Brazil, show me your face

Brazil, did you forget
how to pronounce democracy?
how many political prisoners
do you hide?

yesterday is today
and the uniforms they did find
beneath the green,
among the blind.

#5 - She speaks

adore me now
as i reclaim my space
and the world cries
for my hands and care.

adore me now
before my star gets black
and dies.

#6 - My Religion is Love

she lives in me
so mote it be
for she is the grass green,
the stars and everything
your eyes can see.

she lives in me
and you may not understand
the star i honour
with perfect love and perfect trust.
but she is my truth,
my song of yesterday and tomorrow,
my north and south,
my east and west,
my moon, my sea.

she lives in me
so mote it always be.

#7 Her special occasion

the first time she saw him,
nothing happened but lust.
she imagined him swimming
in strange oceans, succumbing
to waves drawing on sand.

she called him mr grey
and wished she could see
all the hues he was hiding.

#8 Musing

a poem should be written
when our hands are sweating
and our eyes are looking
beneath our heart.

and if there is time,
it should be abandoned
right after the first word
becomes a possibility.

Round 2

#1 - Sophie

Sophie touched his most profound skin
as if she was searching for clues.
his eyes were half-closed
but what he couldn't see,
her hands whispered.

#2

don't talk to me on mondays,
ignore me on tuesdays,
and don't try to apply me
the concept of housework
from wednesday to sunday.
it is outrageous
to be myself when
i feel like sucking your blood.
yes, yes i'm crazy and
i dont intend to be different.
very fynny huh!

#3 haiku me

your love is water
slowly dripping in my soul,
soaking my blue heart

#4 Isley

Isley is in the corner of my eyes.
it shall make me dream
when a thistle sleeps again.

Isley is under my skin
and tenderness had a name
i will never be able to repeat anymore.

#5

I heard the ghostly
tremor in your voice
as if passing away
wasn't enough,
now you haunted
the only space
where I could
dream.

#6

She kneeled
heavily, as the
cross bore
nightmares
of endless
hope and broken
dreams-

praying for something
that she will never
receive in a church
pew....

#5 untitled

a rose is not a rose,
a poem is not a poem
and what are we but mere words
in somebody's mouth
as the sun sets between your legs.

#7

That mistletoe
holds secrets
of an awkward
kiss,
and a boys
name
I can never
remember.

#6 He

there is only one god
and he dances around me,
making music, creating life out of life
for he is the power of light,
the mystery of the moon,
the untamed beauty
of all winds i hold
in darkness...

#7 Lilies

she told me a secret.
it was scary
and strange.

she told me
things i can't forget
or remember.

i buried the secret
beneath our friendship.
and flowers have bloomed
since then.

#8

#8 this love

this love is not real,
kind or pure.
this love is not strong,
beautiful or secure.
this love is blood
and pain dissolving
the sacred night,
this love is just
the sexy poetry of
our insane delight.

#1

These eyes
have gazed upon
a thousand bones,
skeletal remains
of every mistake
I've made-
my closet has
begun to haunt me....

#2

I've written about noodles
and oodles of fun,
with poodles skipping,
running in the sun
and each time I
write of noodles,
I hunger for
spaghetti.

3.

Senryu

He wears a blue tie
lies spew from his serpent lips
he works for Congress

4.

New York
apples blossom
upon dirty streets,
growing within plants
of ganga leaves
in winter.

5.

I've never been vocal
about bloody corpses
and decaid promises
until the caged bird
flew away,
then the entire world
mourned her pain.

6.

She wore her abstinence
like a crown, praying
to a mother she never
knew, until he kissed
her like a demon
with a forked
tongue.

Her "habit" was a crown
with a hidden secret.

But she prayed upon a night
when her spirit had bathed
in sin,
lighting another candle
gave her time to forget....

7.

I've never lost a bet
with a devil in a blue
dress, before I skirted
off to an interview
disguised as a man-
but the pettifor
was noticed
and the job was
passed on to the
jerk with a coffee
stain upon his shirt.

8.

I quite admire
voicing my thoughts
within stanzas,
being controversial
can be uplifting,
grinning while
I write, because I know
the reader has dropped
his jaw over my
bold letters
and tacky punctuation.

1.

I've got a nose
for poetry,
sniffing out emotions
like a hound dog in heat-

I'm addicted.

2.

Stella got her groove on
with a lazy man,
and a pot bellied
ghost.

He called her a cheat
but the parakeet
whispered
of the night chicago died
and how random
is not very funny
at 10:25pm at night....

3.

Rictameter

Glitter
shines brighter than
your eyes upon midnight,
for the moon has a glowing gaze
shimmering upon dark nightmares and pain,
crickets whisper secrets of love
as I gaze upon a
shiny box of
glitter

4._

Wisconsin was cold, covered in snow.
You said,
let's slide from a hill
let's explore the land
let's pretend there's no one but us

Let us just go
let us just go and get lost
get lost

in us

just us.

5.-

an apple in the counter top,
rolls down and onto the floor
pretending no one saw her,

it rolls
and rolls

until a hand picks it up.

6._ Religion

You were my religion, thus I followed your every word
your every thought

I just followed you
until I learnt to follow just my God.

7._

Special, blah, mentiras!
there was nothing special about you
Just one more year
one more wrinkle in my forehead
eyes becoming smaller
blind
blind
relying in glasses
relying in walkers

Blah, there's nothing special about you
just gaining one more year
one more year
another year
where sooner or later,
I'll have to give up my independence.

Blah, nothing special about you

Said, the lonely old man
to the birthday cake.

8._ Wild card

Love was an ocean with turbulent waves,
Everyone near the beach said.
Yet somehow, she swam like a dolphin
wearing a white dress.
But I, I seemed to be a cast away

always drowning
drowning
gasping for a breathe of air

1._

Title: Invisible

I watched the metro from across a bench.
A man with tattered clothes, smiled to me.
A woman with messy hair, smiled to me.
A kid sitting in the metro, smiled to me.
I stood up. I went inside a building.
A woman in the restroom, smiled to me.
they smiled to me.
To me
to me...

2._

this isn't funny, said the bunny
covered in chocolate fudge to the entire fur,
while the kitten rolled over in the floor.

3._

Etheree

if
just if
if the night
wasn't as dark
would you not fear it?
would you still lit candles
beside your bed, your desktop
and inside the closet? would you?
Or would you trust the night your full sleep,
your dreams, and off to bed, to sleep in peace?

4._

Title: Respect to Numbers

Prof. Math from The School of Michigan Town
taught children how to count.
He said, one plus one is two
two plus two is four

See, I have one student, two student, three student
you are one, you are two, you are three

Oh you are one indeed!

one person
two person
three person

but each is one
each one counts
each one matters you see
each number matters you see

And a kid said:

Professor, but mom says "age is just a number."

And the professor replied...

but each number matters you see, you see..

5.

I type and type without a mind
I just type and type
until I find my mind, perhaps?
But what if in the process
I lose it completely?

6.

In a room, a girl read the bible
eagerly, so eagerly to learn the truth

curtains opened up
the sun shone through
the night fell

the girl continued reading, reading
non stop
non stop

until the truth was found not in the verses
not in the prose

but in her soul.