GP Poems of the Month/2008

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

POEM OF THE MONTH - DECEMBER 2008 - WON BY HSTEECH

Young Snow

by [1]

Snow

is rain

dressed for a ball:

delicately coiffed,

wrapped in a white cape,

stepping lightly

in new glass slippers.

At sunrise,

her diamonds will melt.

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POEM OF THE MONTH - NOVEMBER 2008 - WON BY ZBIRD

Dessert First

by [2]

Life is short. Eat dessert first.

The kids laughed when you said that.

Your philosophy of life

as you let them have cookies.

The kids laughed when you said that.

I said they would spoil dinner

as you let them have cookies.

They managed to finish meals.

I said they would spoil dinner

my protests only moot points.

They managed to finish meals

as you winked behind my back.

My protests moot points.

You wanted to enjoy your life

as you winked behind my back

let them eat their dessert first.

You wanted to enjoy your life.

Grown now, they recall you

let them eat their dessert first.

You are only fifty- six.

Grown now, they recall you

teasing me to chill a bit.

You are only fifty-six.

Cancer fills your days with pain.

Teasing me to chill a bit,

you sleep away what time we have.

Cancer fills your days with pain,

you grow weaker every day.

You sleep away what time we have,

I watch as you lay dying,

you grow weaker every day.

All I can think of now as

I watch as you lay dying,

you were so right, life is short,

All I can think of now as

your breath gets more shallow

You were so right, life is short.

I cling tighter to you,

Your breath gets more shallow

I’m glad you understood.

I cling tighter to you

your philosophy of life.

I’m glad you understood

life is short. Eat dessert first.

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POEM OF THE MONTH - OCTOBER 2008 - WON BY QUESTIONAJOURNEY

damn inconsistent clock!

by [3]

again Tick

talks to Tock

knows I don't understand

just talks to Tock

i dare not mock

for if I pissed off the clock

it'd neither Tick, nor Tock

alone again staring

at a silent face of circular numerals.....

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POEM OF THE MONTH - SEPTEMBER 2008 - WON BY JAHNVI

Death

by [4]

Dew drops

fade away to

nothingness under harsh

rays; fleeting moments of life wilt

slowly.

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POEM OF THE MONTH - AUGUST 2008 - WON BY BOGEYMAN

[Bogeyman had taken part in this slam before he became curator]

riding on the evening train

by [5]

riding on the evening train

looking out the window of my car

feeling like i move again

didn’t come from where I’ve been too far

sleepy cities flying by

setting sun is reaching for my hand

lighting up the evening sky

for another show of blissful end

this is how it’s gonna be from now on until i reach my final

destination in the city where we walked the streets and kissed

under the blooming chestnut trees then walked again until the

morning sun reminded us that it was time to say goodbye

to get some sleep until another night when we would meet again

to hold our hands and feel the coolness of the evening air against

our blushing faces this is where and this is how we knew so many

years ago believing this was our time believing this was our world

believing this would never end

yeah (sigh)

listening to the sound of wheels

to the common rhythm of our hearts

this is how it always feels

when you just refuse to be apart

thinking when the train will stop

what will happen to the darkness then

if i stay in just one spot

long enough will morning come again

[6]

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POEM OF THE MONTH - JULY 2008 - WON BY WINTERCHILD

Monochrome

by [7]

On this cold morning

still blanketed

in the woolly folds of sleep

the glow of grey wintery light

from my window

fills me up,

like the final

soaring note

of a choir

dying

in the vaults

of a gothic cathedral

I love

this white painted room,

with it's wooden floors

rough plaster walls

and an old cross

hanging from a

fire blackened beam

a perfect contrast

to the heat

and mess

and richness

of us

the only color I see

is a tiny splash of burning red

all that's left

of yesterdays

fleeting moment of desire

but the pain has gone now

and all I in want in life

is this

[8]

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POEM OF THE MONTH - JUNE 2008 - WON BY VARIVAS

The Shape of Death

by [9]

a jazzaree

Dead

on the porch. Mrs. Jackson’s blood puddles,

throat slit.

Exlover flees the scene, chased off by

Dominic.

The boy holds his mother gently.

Life drains away

from mother and son, one dead,

one wishes to be.

Dominic moves in with

his father, returns to

school. In my classroom,

Geometry, I do not

want to treat him

differently from other students.

But he has

his own geometry. He has seen

the shape

violence takes, angles sharpened, all sides

dead.

[10]