Oops. Somehow posted twice. Mea culpa.
Oops. Somehow posted twice. Mea culpa.
Last edited by Petrarch's Love; 07-27-2007 at 02:52 PM.
"In rime sparse il suono/ di quei sospiri ond' io nudriva 'l core/ in sul mio primo giovenile errore"~ Francesco Petrarca
"Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can."~ Jane Austen
Originally Posted by stephofthenight
Thank you very much. You are very gracious.
Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please. - Mark Twain
Water from the skies purifying soul
Show gratitude to the one who has FED
All mankind all races as a whole
To the straight path you will be led
fantasy and temptation ?don't be fool
The stars of Ahlo AL Bayet Abraham 's seed
Miracles you shall bear and reaching goal
Assalam is most merciful powerful indeed
Lacking trust and harmony are slaves of shame
Listening to wrong doers is the way to be lost
Those who fought for true equality not fame
Leaders on earth and in heaven host
Blessed are those who heard his name
And arrogant Criminals will be toast
On earth we seek Allah's forgiveness
Mercy and pardon opens heaven
Living in peace and righteousness
We shall met the pious in Eden
Clear hearts free from selfishness
My parents my family and me Amen
Depart all kind of evil and Jealousy
Guide us to light and not darkness
Rescue us and demolish our Enemy
Grant us victory and days of brightness
Turn back Oh Allah and make it easy
The right and justice of the chosen ones
We pray for a change and revolution
Call them ya Al Mahdi from the grave
Earth or sky Ahlo Al Bayet institution
Our Creator listens to those who grieve
We shall get along and live in Union
It was his prayers Mohamed the Brave
There's been some great entries so far - keep 'em coming!
Only a few more days to go......
Dream Sleep
See the little girl on the hillside
Lying in the wavy grasses
Like a young lioness waits
Lazily watching clouds
So content with life
Blinking, yawning
Sleeping now
Breath that's
Deep
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
when's the judging again?
life philosophy: "if one wants to succeed, they must become independent, if one wants to be independent, one must strive past the dificulties, using them to shape future desicions, like a sword being folded, every fold is a hardship overcome, and every fold removes one more imperfection that would destroy the completed version"
# of 1st Dans, Black Belts achieved- 2 (1 Hapkido, Sun Moo Kwan), (1 Tae Kwon Do)
On tenth of August which means tomorrow.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Hey this is my first post! Anyways I found writing a nonnet rather fun. I hope you enjoy.
I walked alone among the rank vines
that clung to crumbling colonnades
and bowed airy spires with weight
so great from ancient growth,
choking out the wind
whispered to me,
"Have not you
learned this
time?"
One day to go.....
OK, so the time for judging is here! Phew, this has been such a difficult task, they are all really good poems and you've made it hard for me to choose. But there has to be a winner. First a word about all the poems:
Adol : Oh the pain in this poem, it’s so palpable it makes me want to find you and give you a hug. The anger and pain is visceral, and the language used to describe it is perfect. I love ‘it spits it up’ ‘a worn deflating lump’, and the ending ‘til there is nothing left’. I hope this isn’t how you feel Adol, yet the poem has a personal quality to it which makes me worry that it is. Are you still with us? I hope you are.
Autolycus : This is very, very clever! I love ‘Seven was always missing’ and ‘five people searching for a childhood’. Are the ‘Nine rings for mortal men’ an allusion to Lord of the Rings? That was certainly the feel I got from it, and with it the sense that this was a legend about to be told. It’s an eclectic mix of images but they work so well together.
Virgil : I love the feel of this poem, the ‘refrigerator chilled’, ‘gnaw noshing’ ‘red flesh’. There’s a very tactile quality to the poem, earthy and sensuous. The ending, ‘as you nip at my ear’ is so warm against the chill of the fruit.
Il Penseroso : I wonder if you’re capable of writing anything that isn’t spun in beauty. Every line is fantastic, the ‘seashell sounds’ the ‘corpulent phrase’ and ‘crestless ripples’. I read this and think, this is how poetry is meant to be.
Symphony : What a fantastic opening! It’s the sort of opening you find yourself thinking about for days afterwards in the shower (or is that just me?). It would be easy, after such a wonderful first line, to make the rest of the poem not quite up to standard, but you’ve followed it through beautifully. I love the colour theme, the subtle rhymes, the wonderful language ‘It was I who azured the dawn’, ‘til my sleepy eyes marooned the dusk’.
Pen : I love the King Arthur theme, always been one of my favourite legends. What a fantastic opening line ‘Vanishing slowly into the mist’ , sets the scene beautifully. A lovely retelling of the tale.
Pensieve : A very poignant poem, filled with longing and disappointment. The ending is perfect, so final and so sad.
Silent X: There’s a subtle darkness to this poem, I love the juxtaposition of dark and light, life and death, reflection and shadows. Every time I read this poem I get more from it.
Orions Belt : This poem is like a snapshot, capturing one special moment. I love the theme of the poem, the leaf drifting away, something which happens and which is overlooked every day. The last 4 lines are particularly powerful.
Cdn Reader : Another fantastic opening line, really grabs you and pulls you in. There’s a subtle hint of disappointment, cleverly disguised by the beautiful language, which leaves you with the aftertaste, without the immediate pain. I love the repetition of the ‘un-‘ words, and the idea of ‘grey dreams of others past’.
StephoftheNight : I wasn’t entirely sure if this one fitted the form – on the second line the typo on the final word left it unclear. I assumed it was intended to be ‘delicately’, which would fit the theme, in which case it would be 9 syllables, not 8. It’s a beautiful poem, so expressive and full of love and loss. You convey the emotion so well, and the dreamlike quality gives it a softness, almost like the soft focus you used to get on old movies. I love the ‘dreaming of love’ and ‘dancing under the stars’. Beautiful.
Petrarch’s Love : Another very clever poem, the circle of life presented with such emotion and brevity, but yet in such a comforting way. I love the subtle drama, ‘birth pulled reluctantly’, ‘passion and then pangs’ ‘passing fast’, and ‘last gasp’. I also love the way that each line stands on its own.
Ampoule : This poem has a nice summery feel to it, I think at one time we have all been that little girl (or boy!) lay on the grass looking up at the clouds. I love the image of ‘a young lioness waits’ and the contentment that follows.
DarkZZ : I can see this fallen civilisation, the ‘crumbling colonnades’ and ‘airy spires’. I love the moral undertone, the message that says, listen to the voices of the past, don’t make the mistakes we made. There is darkness here, and a question of what mistake had been repeated. A lovely mysterious poem.
All great poems.
So, after much, much deliberation I am pleased to announce that the winner is :
Il Penseroso
With this beautiful poem:
Il Penseroso, could you pick our next form?
Congratulations!!! Yes, indeed a beautiful poem.
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
To Il Penseroso: A truly original and sincere poem. quasimodo1
Great poem Il Penso. Congratulations. Very nice indeed.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Thanks Bii, ampoule, quasi, and Virgil. this one really had some outstanding entries. It must have been a very hard choice.
I'll be back after work today to post the next form. I hope to see as many great poems for the next contest.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
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