Hall of Inspirations 2006

DeadPoet SG

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MetalGear
First poet to post in DPS (S) on 1st February 2004
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DeadPoet
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Overall Winner of 4th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition Judges' Choice Category - selected by Alvin Pang & Amy J. Grier

KittynMeow
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Judge of 1st DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition
Judge of 2nd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

LazerLordz
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Judge of 2nd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition
Judge of 3rd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

tare
Moderator of DPS (S)
Winner of 1st DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition
Winner of 3rd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition
Judge of 2nd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

dsnake1
Moderator of DPS (S)
4th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition Judges' Choice Category selected by Gilbert Koh
Overall Winner of 5th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition Judges' Choice Category selected by Eric Low & Alvin Pang

Bluesky_Liz
Moderator of DPS (S)

peebrain
Moderator of DPS (S)

expiringpoet
Moderator of DPS (S)

True_Xerion
Winner of 1st DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

jOhO
Judge of 1st DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

Yunhaier
Judge of 1st DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

the Bear
Judge of 1st DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition
Judge of 2nd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

pipi & poot-poot
Winner of 2nd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition
Judge of 3rd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

ratslen aka Nelstar
Winner of 2nd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition
Judge of 3rd DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

Master -__-
Winner of 4th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition (Open Category)

Xiao Jun
Winner of 4th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition (Open Category)

InnoHippo
Winner of 5th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition (Open Category)

prayingbudda
Winner of 5th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition (Open Category)
5th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition Judges' Choice Category selected by Gilbert Koh

JUDGES' CHOICE CATEGORY'S JUDGING PANEL
[With effect from 4th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition]

Alvin Pang
4th & 5th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

Gilbert Koh
4th & 5th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

Amy J. Grier
4th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

Eric Low
5th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition

Judges' Choice Category Apr/May 2006 / Participating Poems
Judges' Choice Category Sep/Oct 2005 / Participating Poems

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Hall of Inspirations 2005
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DeadPoet SG

Posted by fudgester on 4 January 2006

Results Day

He sits in his chair
Waiting
In utter trepidation
Waiting for the time to come.

The clock is on the wall
Ticking.
Ticking.
With every second that passes
It seems to get louder.
And louder.

He feels a tickle
Ticklish.
Should he answer the call of nature
Once again
For the umpteenth time?

Five o'clock
Oh, no.
The time has come
For the reckoning.
And a reckoning there shall be.

Sweat pouring down his face
Shivering.
Trembling.
Hardly daring to gaze his eyes
Upon what lies before him.

Oh, my.

'I did better than last semester!!!!!!'

DeadPoet SG

Posted by LazerLordz on 4 January 2006

NUS Monkeys

i see monkeys
who leave the door ajar
and their tails
tempt the rest
to pull on them.

I see these monkeys
and they fail
to close the door
and now my modules
are flying out of the floor

DeadPoet SG

Posted by DriftingGuy on 8 January 2006

A Flu is me

A flu is me! A flu is me!
Sore throat, runny nose
Viruses shouting in glee!

A nose polyp or two
nausea and a headache
the symptoms of flu.

Oh how painfully I wish,
yesterday's rain didn't drench me
Soaking wet from head to toe, like a fish.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by Ashiene on 12 January 2006

The Succubus

Black was the color of her long straight hair
Red was the glow of her eyes
Lust was what controlled her instincts
As the Succubus prowled the dark streets in the night

She wished for neither gold nor fame
But for the man who slept in the small house
Quietly she moved
Yet heavily she breathed

In the dim light of the full moon
Her slim and slender shape was revealed
In the semi-darkness she crawled up the walls
As the man in the room stirred

She reached the side of his bed
And the man moved a little
His eyes still closed
His mouth open

Undressing the sleeping man
The succubus breathed in his scent
Ah how handsome he was
She thought

Lust overcoming caution she reached down
And as she straddled the man he seemed to groan
Her hand caressed his muscled body
But the man only snored

As the dawn broke the man stirred once more
And she leaned forward to kiss him
The succubus turned to leave
And gave the sleeping man one final glance

DeadPoet SG

Posted by preya 31 January 2006

silence

i can hear you
loud and clear
but you don't know

when thunder crashes
a million times today
words too loud
wanting no answer

so i stay silent

when lightning burns
spotlighting, highlighting imaginary flaws
a look of fury
too far for an answer

so i stay silent

when it ices over
to trap and drown and freeze
cold anger within walls
ignoring the answer

words tear at my throat
but i stay silent

and the rain is soft and
unoticed

DeadPoet SG

Posted by ironoxideman 31 January 2006

coming of age

relative tell me

now you are a man

cos i look like just come out of camp

and now can talk bout the worldy affair

but then i feel

like i still a child

though this year they let me pack angbao

DeadPoet SG

Posted by Bluesky_Liz on 4 February 2006

Never going home again

I've finally got here, Ive come so far
to arrive at a mid-station, a new place
Ive never been before, and now I leave
With homesick feelings of fine fairer days.
To see the road stretched far and away,
winding where it goes, it is never straight,
I wonder where itll lead, where itll stray;
the urge to turn tail and run back is great.
But I am never going home again,
theres no ticket for going back in time.
Past cravings are for ghosts left back home,
I'll bear the pain of leaving old things behind.
Let the past slip into a thought preserved
in a frozen mind frame where it deserves.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by MoonIce on 4 February 2006

Within the Shadows

In the Shadow
I cry
My heart bled
You look at me unflinchingly

In the Shadow
I reflect
I regret
I choose

In the Shadow
I dare
I stepped out
Out of your shadow

In the light
I smile a true one
I only smile for other
In your eye, I smile without caring

In the light
Finally I know where there is light
There will be shadows
But with courage, I face the shadows with a ever true smile

DeadPoet SG

Posted by Bluesky_Liz on 6 February 2006

To a bright young spark

There is no doubt
that your ideas are wonderful
and if executed, will make
the world ideal. However,

the world is not ideal
and thus, will not submit
to ideas that require ideal
morals and ideally,
selfless individuals
who will execute them.

"Why not? Why not?" You demanded
I explain, why cannot. You waved
your hands about, frantic like the wings
of a dragonfly. You paced, and skipped
here and back, like a water strider
searching for a mate.

I cannot agree with your ideas, so you forced
a bookmark into a closed book,
and laughed.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by MoonIce on 6 February 2006

Mirror of Reflections

None
I do not see
Am I
To the world I am blind

One
I do see
Am I
Beneath the shadows

Two
I observe
Am I
Underneath the moon

Three
I know
Am I
Out there in the universe

Four
I understood
Am I
With my dark soul

Five
I believe
Am I
Under the sun

Six
I cheers
Am I
Out there

DeadPoet SG

Posted by MoonIce on 8 February 2006

Tastes For Thoughts

Bittersweet you Taste
Moments of Sorrows pass
How Dark you are
My favourite Chocolate

Salty you Cry
Moments of Laughters pass
How Tiny and Innocent you are
My favourite Popcorn

Sourpuss you Look
Moments of tears pass
How Natural you are
My favourite Plum

Sweetly you smile
Moments of Seduction pass
How Colourful you are
My favourite Candy

All four taste of Life
Delights the Soul
How enticing you are
My favourite food

DeadPoet SG

Posted by Master -_- on 8 February 2006

Missing

There's no one who knows what i'm feeling right now,
A bit of despair and abit of happiness.
All i did the whole day was just to frown,
To those who came and pissed me, i swear and curse.

I need someone to love me
But she is just far away
All i need her is to be
someone to brighten up my day

There's no denying she's all i ever got,
the gear in my life which made me move on.
The times i spent with her were very very short,
compared to the years i yearned whenever she was gone.

Where are you dear, as i am writing this?
Your warm and tight hug i sorely missed.
Meet me right now and share a fragile kiss.
For you have showed me the wonders of this union bliss.

When dragons start flying and fish start walking,
when deserts start snowing and ice caps start melting.
When hate starts to set and people start mocking,
Those will be the days when our love starts ending.

The end of my life,
just depends on one small thing.
The sharpness of this knife,
into my eyes i will swing

DeadPoet SG

Posted by Bluesky_Liz on 10 February 2006

Growing sideways

What is this extra bit that I can pinch
and what is this hump under the chin?
I used to be thin, and relatives used to ask me
to eat more, and so I did, eat and drink,
as clock hands slowly but surely turn. Suddenly,
one is borderline overweight: the machinery
has finally reached its half-life. Maybe
its not as efficient as it was in burning
the fuel fed to it; the scum accumulates
a layer around the waist or by gravity,
pools in the butt and thighs.

Youve certainly put on. said those same relatives
who used to comment and poke on my bony ribs.

I replied that I am now growing sideways
and helped myself to more curry as I refused
another helping of rice. Similarly-shaped
relatives nodded and only smiled.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by peebrain on 10 February 2006

Valentine

Because I have learned from you the art of maiming,
I hang my fruit, sectioned and unwhole, in a bowl
of shadows scalped from the deep of unyielding night.

Because I have learned from you the art of leaving,
I prance and strut, stage left and right, sidestepping
the bark of the director's cut. Always, an invisible longing

Because I have learned from you the art of loving,
By association I have learned to maim and leave
a pale moon ring, an onion, a scent that clings to a knife

(like yours)

Because I have learned from you to learn my lessons well,
I carve my lessons in abstract. I write to you a valentine.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by peebrain on 10 February 2006

I have begun

I have begun to wear your habits like a second skin.
The stars and nightwind are sworn witnesses
to this shadow spectacle: invariably
I gnash my teeth in throes of sleep.

Shredding myself awake, with great familiarity.
I catch myself: (I caught you when
your petulant mouth refuses rest, when
your searching hands turn clammy in my wake.)

Beyond the span of dissolved silence,
do you catch yourself muttering a exaltation
that used to be mine, replicate twin-like
gestures like Gemini in flux?

I've learnt to bury this transference,
my dirty pretty secret. Like an
emollient unguent your essence worms gangrenous
into liverspotted skin; A half-worn lyric,
a half-healed thorn: you're all of them.
I'm afraid (say it!) that you'll never be gone.

DeadPoet SG

By LazerLordz posted on 12 February 2006

Coffee Musings

..So he looked at his coffee, growing cold in the freezing room.The coffee did not give off much steam, so he tried to gulp it down.He felt it burn his throat a little, and the birds outside were still creating a ruckus.

He gazed at her and he simply admired her presence there and then.Life was too short to play with semantics, yet he hated and steadfastly refused to deal in obvious.She sipped her half-hot, half-steamed coffee and simply went on with life.

The sunset came and went quite rapidly.The greyness covered the slits between the curtains.He leaned in his chair, and sighed a little sigh that sounded like the agony of 7 weeks.

Indeed.

DeadPoet SG

By LazerLordz posted on 13 February 2006

Dialect-ic

Mai hiam.
Johnny told you
about the gold Skyline
but he did not
think I would steal
his thunder.

Even the Sunny hor
will be faster
than your silly little
Tuscany.

Or Tuscan Sun.
of lazy Italian summers
and wised-up women.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by MoonIce on 17 February 2006

Split Ways

A step is all it took
Along the way
I ponder
Right or wrong?

Another step ahead
Looking around
I thought
What will happen?

I stop
I saw
I make
Light surrounds but darkness within

Walking on and on
I smile albeit a small one
I know
A split road it is but only one I will take

Onto the path
I do not regret
I am true to myself
The way it is

DeadPoet SG

Posted by Bluesky_Liz on 21 February 2006

Scab

Fingers and nails, feeling the sides
of a scab in idle pleasure --
something about the hardness
roughness that is your own and yet
not your own; that edge
that your fingernail digs into,
the skin peeping from under is smooth
and thin, ripples like a plastic sheet
as you test its tenacity.

Your fingers explore. The scab
threatens to tear the new skin
along with it if you insist.

But no, you think. You think
if you do it slowly, you could just
pull the dry ugly pad off. The wound
bleeds again. A new scab will form
and this time, it will leave a scar.