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    Wow, these are AWESOME, each and every one!
    "The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
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    I guess there has been enough time for submissions. I've never had to judge a poetry contest before this, and I don't feel cabable of judging this one.

    I can submit the poem I wrote with the line ti use as a take off, "after the first one killing them was easy..." Here it is.

    Cowslaughter

    After the first one, killing them was easy
    As learning to place the shot well
    Back of the ear, the others waiting
    Behind a door ready to kick the bar out
    When she would fall against it, as if
    Suddenly realizing her own weight.

    Cutting was the most difficult. To break
    The skin it seemed you’d need a hammer
    To pound the knife in, your hands working
    Behind a curtain of flesh, probing
    For the right vein. The blade
    Came always on the same things:
    The white wall of sinew, loose flesh,
    Then scraping along the windpipe where
    You 'd find it,
    The quick release of blood.

    You don’t think of that, only knives moving
    Rapidly, the skin falling to the floor
    In folds, like a tarpaulin. Better now,
    That it looks like work: a groundcloth
    To catch the mess, a winch lifting
    The carcass by hind legstumps, a grainsack
    You cut open. Spilling what was inside
    You gather it back to its own skin, hauling it
    To the dump in a pickup truck.

    Hours later when you return.
    The shed is empty, filled with breeze;
    The hollow carcass hung in halves:
    No blood now, all washed away
    Or receded into the horny flesh.
    Whatever had been on the air is gone.
    The cattle and horses no longer edgy
    Fall back to gnawing the bales of hay
    You toss to them. Only you,
    Who smelled nothing at the time,
    Recall many years afterward
    The smell this blood left on your hands.


    Someone else, maybe Q-Sung, shoud judge this
    competition.



    Nick

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    Yours is quite beautiful and powerful, also, Nick.

    I would like to help, but this is your party!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Nick Capozzoli View Post
    PE,

    Interesting and creepy (serial-killer-like) take-off on the suggested phrase.

    Nick
    Thanks

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    Quote Originally Posted by qimissung View Post
    I would like to help, but this is your party!
    OK. I guess this challenge has been out there for a while, but I'll set a date to end it: August 23, at 2000 hours (Pacific Time). Keep 'em coming!

    Nick

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    And The Winner Is:

    Thanks to alakungfu, Poems Eulogy, March Hare, The Comedian, Pendragon, and LMK for their excellent submissions!
    It was hard to select a "winner," as all of your entries were strong, with powerful images.

    I guess that I should have expected the take-off phrase, After the first one, killing them was easy would prompt a poetic exploration into the mind of a psychopathic killer (either an individual or, as in Pendragon's excellent Bloody Hells, a collectivist State bent on murder).

    But I had to select a "winner, and here it is (DRUMROLL):

    LMK

    Quote Originally Posted by LMK View Post
    After the First One, Killing Them was Easy
    by LMK

    After the first one, killing them was easy
    One by one their heads fell
    I watched the first, disbelieving
    But soon a flash of ecstasy shot through me
    And after it a release I had never imagined

    I carried on in frenzied, passion, a burning fury to kill them
    Everything was covered in red, there was so much red
    The younger ones had little to give up,
    Just tiny buds, barely life even begun
    But, the older ones with little blush left on their bloom were my favorite

    Sharpened blades made all the difference
    Why did I wait so long to do this?
    Such liberation, to be rid of them all
    Oh, that I could escape from them, I often dreamed
    Their dying, turning to dust, blowing away in the wind, left to be nothing

    It was a satisfaction I never expected to fulfill
    For how long did I pretended to love them
    While hatred and resentment grew in my heart
    I waited, biding my time, not forming any plan
    Patience rewarded me with such exhilaration I never conceived

    I still can’t believe that he planted red roses
    He knew I had asked for lilac bushes
    I spoke often enough of how they would perfume the air
    With spring’s gentle breezes; the fragrance of my youth.
    He understood, he knew, he did it to mock me; “a love that will bloom forever,” he said

    “Mother’s won another ribbon,” he’d gloat over her prize roses
    For five years, I fawned and pruned, cut and trimmed
    Keeping their blossoms full and their stalks trained while he recounted her latest win.
    Well, no more, the last bud, flower, stem and root
    Composted, leaving only a small track of petals I’d tired of picking up, as if a trail of blood

    Yes, after the first one, killing them was easy.

    Let him grow roses and compete with his mother if he wants,
    I'm ordering lilac bushes!
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    ~L
    LMK, as the winner, it is now up to you to chose a topic and judge the entries. Good Luck and Godspeed,

    Nick

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    This is reminiscent of the third inter-chapter in Hemingway's short story collection In Our Time:

    "We waited till he got one leg over and then potted him. He had so much equipment on and looked awfully surprised and fell down into the garden. Then three more came over further down the wall. We shot them. They all came just like that."

    What a great take off phrase; wish I would have came upon it sooner.

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    Thanks Nick!

    OK, how about something a little different, and random perhaps?

    The subject is hope, and the words, "...red button..." should appear somewhere in the piece.

    If there is enough response (at least 3), by September 15, then that will be the last day of posting entries. If there is not enough response by then, I'll give it to September 30.

    Hope you enjoy,
    ~L
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    Panic Button

    Panic Button

    Panic is a slimy thing
    Curled like the Midgard Serpent
    Enchaining the human heart
    Keep all thoughts on-line
    For hitting its bright red button...

    Hope is that feathered thing,
    Perched precariously upon
    A bust of Pallas deep within the soul
    That keeps our frenzied minds and hands
    From pressing that red button...

    Pendragon
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    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    I don't think it is random

    Which one?

    Do you see them?
    ___________2 round buttons
    ___________yours to push

    Which will you press?
    ___________the red button
    ___________or the green

    It is sure that one
    ___________will bring disaster
    ___________the other salvation

    You decide which
    ___________be colourblind
    ___________it is all up to you

    Press none
    ___________and all you'll have
    ___________is hope
    It is not too late, to be wild for roundabouts - to be wild for life
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    My red button down shirt
    Is my now-shirt
    For the now-place
    That's fine for right now.

    The bright yellow lights
    Are the tomorrow-lights
    That I can't see past.

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    By Order of the Buccaneer

    The song let loose
    The last troubadour stood down
    Sidestepped the noose
    And denied what he'd known

    An epic life no longer his
    He looked to the sky to lead him forth
    After shedding ritual guise
    And embraced again the Star of the North

    He undid each red button of his dwindling breeches,
    Slung on a new belt to fit his new tunic
    Pulled on some larger pants, disappearing into the beeches
    As the knave took off into the rustic

    What had been of the buccaneers
    Hung in the chorus of his song in the trees
    To be tried by peers and seers
    With a cryptic map of creaks and leas

    The captain of yore, abandoned in part,
    But left, in his words, to the judgment imparted
    A random message and a new start
    An extension of the course first charted
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    - Horace

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    Is this one still open??
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    Quote Originally Posted by balehead View Post
    Is this one still open??
    I haven't seen notice of "contest closed" so I would say, yeah, it's still open...
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Open until September 30, 2009

    Sorry all, I've been living in hotels and airports for the last few weeks, so lets keep this going until the end of the month.

    Thanks so much to all who have entered so far!

    LMK
    I'd rather have questions that I can't answer than answers that I can't question.

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