Best Adjudged Poems

[Now ShallowMan is quite content
receiving FactoidMan’s consent
to quibble and express dissent
as long as keeping covenant
with fingers crossed and belfry bent
when viewing Facts in sealed cement:]

SM
“The Facts you give me circumvent
those ‘truths’ your chuckles supplement;
although they might disorient
they can’t be wrong, I won’t dissent,
just using ones...

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A lot of body shifts by an inch,
While vengeful killer teeth they clench:
A prosecutor is addressing The Bench,
Concerning dastardly murder of a wench
By a whisky-soaked German French
Whom he’s sure could also in Vodka drench!

Shovel handy they could dig The Quickest Trench
And from Prosecutor A Talkative...

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Back when he was seven, our son won a contest
   In his class, his turkey recipe adjudged the best
He was so happy, floating so high on cloud nine
   but first prize was something less than 'quite fine'

He had to follow his...

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Sshh…
I can see it
Creeping behind the wounded paper
Fabricated in the surface of the wall
The wall. Yes the wall.
Countless stains embedded
Thousand images magnified during midnights
Raindrop stains transformed into wars
Inkblots turned into murder scenes
A dot of blood resurrected into a horrible monster
And the monster lives in the...

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Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

The Final Days:  Rosalia’s Death and Destruction
In the wake of such evil, debauchery and depravity what can be said now in the case of Rosalia?

Now in her mortal form the old black witch no...

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The Old Man And the Sea
© Ben Burton 12-19-2014

"I'm troubled by the humbling plight of man's mortality"
The old man said aloud while kicking sand
"Why can't we be as timeless as the soulless, salty sea
Or even as the muddy Rio Grande

"Why must we come and go...

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Fill my craving with your zesty rind
In the mist of my longing, come splashing
Ingest my inn with your piquant smiles

Will you rain like dew for my pipe is parched?
Drizzle my windows with decorative light and
Melt your pot in that multihued bend

Be my condiment in this...

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the episode took place near the sewer
the boy lay lifeless on the stiff ground
his white clothes dipping in red
a rowdy mob encircled him
like vultures awaiting the surrender of a fighting  spirit
his horrified eyes gave their last look
but no one dared to move a finger

yet...

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Damn your feet that crushed and squashed thousands of grapes in the pool!
While we only have eaten those purple drupes in our wildest dreams
And did you just say you would make wine from those feet-ground fruits?


Glenn Sentes
For Nette Onclaud's ON YOUR FEET Contest
01-26-12

*Adjudged 1st Place...

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Only wheeled things come in traffic
And not the meek earth-tilling brown hands
Coerced to stoop low, dogged to contrabands.
Spirits and bones chastised by stick,
A contract avowed played on a trick.
Now on the edge of cliff justice stands.
Only wheeled things come in traffic.

A trafficker should exist only...

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As I stumbled on the pebbled road 
I broke a toenail and it left bloodstains 
On the humble stones.

“Why did you let me get wounded,” I asked.
A voice from behind the obsequious hills answered,
“I did not,” the voice said reassuringly.
“I desired that you take the...

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Menaced by a triumphant chanting of lament
Entrancing the soul of Hades’ kin
Missed eruptions of the sensory nerves
Onomatopoeic of hollow gongs 
Resonating, maimed through the indescribable facets of
Your  forgotten youth.


Adjudged 3rd Place in Black Eyed Susan's Acrostic Contest
© 07-31-2012...

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A sword of ice stabbed my chest
My nails blackened, my nose bled.
They’re chasing me, wanting to devour my wholeness.
Until a gentle arm pulled me up.
Mama!

Then I felt heaven.
Her face, her eyes, her smile, her breath.
Everything of her is a therapy—
Fragrance of roses, soothing massage, beautiful...

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SHOULDA READ THE FINE PRINT
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in bygone days I did the football pools
and always hoped my X had marked the spot?
making sure that I had read all the rules
an agent did the post ere I forgot.

for years not one single problem, until
my draws came up, I...

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The cardinal shattered the chalice
with blood of his former god and
the men garbed in tainted white
glorified their new Son
sheer roars, juddering
holes in riot
meet your god
'neath your
feet!


(c) Glenn Sentes
Adjudged Fourth Place in Nette Onclaud's IMAGINATION Contest
6-6-12...

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