Famous Quoted Line Poetry Contest

[YesNo]

Organisms get to die.
Machines work best man-made.
Moonlight blesses evening sky.
Mourning gets to fade.

Living grows our memory.
Machines don’t understand.
Breathe on, fulfill the mystery.
I held you by your hand.

If I should die--indeed I will--
And you will too as well,
I’ll wait for you
Like lovers do
With wondrous things to tell.

[tailor STATELY]

Any more entries ?

[Dark Muse]

Would You Die With Me?

If I should die
would you weep enough
to flood the skies
and make the gods themselves
mourn with regret?

If I should die
would you rage against
the night,
and tempt the fates,
fall to your knees before death's
gates, like Orpheus
beg for another chance?

If I should die
would you give way to time,
and allow the memories of me
fade away like sand slipping
through the hour glass?

If I should die
would you allow
another pretty face to catch your eye,
take your breath away,
steal away the last essence
of me upon your lips?

If I should die
would you die
with me?

[tailor STATELY]

Deadline: next Wednesday 10/15/2014 11:59 pm PDT

[Pendragon]

If I should die, who is it that will mourn me
Will I pass in the night or the hours of the morn?
To pass from this world into the vast unknown
Will my passing bring sorrow or unending joy?
Will I ride of the crest of a religious outpouring
With I discover there is nothing beyond
Will I simply return inside a new body
Born again as someone's daughter or son
If I should die is it end or beginning
Leaving one life for another somewhere
I'll never know until my final moments
When death comes for me, the answer will be there

Pendragon
(C) 10/9/2014

[Hawkman]

Think Only this of Me

If I should die
Dig a hole in the sky
And fill it with smoke from my pyre;
Let the maidens weep,
But don’t let them sleep
Or I’ll come back to show you my ire.

I'm to go off
With a jolly good scoff,
A feast for a king will do fine.
Then bury my bones,
Line the cyst with stones
And roof it with bristlecone pine.

Place by the trench
A nicely carved bench
Where people may rest and take ease,
There they can ponder
On spirits that wander
Eternally after decease.

But I'll be snug
In the hole that you dug,
Carousing with Odin and Thor.
Valkyrie kisses
(with one as my missus)
Will keep me from asking for more.

[Pendragon]

Long, long, long overdo. As Tailor seems to have forgotten this, I withdraw my own poem and give the victory to HAWKMAN...

[YesNo]

Congratulations to the recent winners of these contests! And now for another round of them.

[Hawkman]

What? Another one! Cheers chaps. Ok. Let's go with Hart Crane's "Southern Cross" and the opening line, "I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South,"

Get stuck in chaps...

Deadline 20th January 2015.

[YesNo]

I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South,
But you would have that fatter, wealthy guy
To hypnotize with hips and opened mouth
Except when you would break away, then I
Could be the fascination of your eyes.
That’s when I led you, hard like jealousy,
Till you were teasing truth from your own lies.
That’s when you realized that only he
Could touch the heart of you, but I don’t care.
I left you and he crucified you there.

[Pendragon]

Rebounding from a broken heart
Not really ready just to fall apart
I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South
I know how it feel when nobody needs ya
But you are as lovely as the Queen of Sheba
I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South

Do you think that you might find a place in your heart for me?
It's been a long time since I felt the tugging of my heartstrings!

Time is swiftly passing, it may be too late
Another tender feeling crushed by the hand of fate
But I still need you, nameless Woman of the South
I see you there as I drive away
Maybe I will return some day
Still needing you, nameless Woman of the South

Pendragon
12/28/2014

[Hawkman]

Keep 'em coming LitNetters... Only thirteen days left!

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

Southern Fried Naugahyde

There she sits, with buttered grits,
cornbread crumbs stuck to her thumbs,
that nameless woman of the south.

Her big hair mane holds firm against the rain,
lacquered strands from aerosol cans,
that nameless woman of the south.

She fills my dreams, in quilted seams,
black-eyed peas in fatback grease,
that nameless woman of the south.

Every morn the corner booth she’ll adorn,
inside my diner, there’s nothing finer,
that nameless woman of the south.

She’s gone to Tupelo in a Faulkner snow,
her chicken fried steak still warm on the plate...
“I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South,”




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0x3vEjHl390

[prendrelemick]

Southern Rose.

O nameless woman of the south,
I wanted you, t'was plain
Till I heard by word of mouth
That Rodney was your name.

A Rose by any other name, OK,
But a rose that has a prickle?
I swear I'll never swing that way
Or my name's not Prendrelemickle

[Hawkman]

I have badly neglected this thread and the deadline is long passed. Time to make amends.

Prendlemick, yours was a tight and amusing comic take on the subject, and the levity made me smile.

GG, I almost heard the late great Phil Harris, singing your offering, the refrain almost mimicking, "That's what I like about the South." I almost expected to see a possum in there, but you spared us that one again, a humorous take, at least I thought it was. If it wasn't meant to be, then... Oops.

Pen. Again it feels like a sort of torch song, perhaps not surprising, given the nature of the quote, but I think it works.

Y/N. You were the first and as they say, the first shall be last, but only as we're running in reverse order. A very strong poem I felt, but I'd have liked fourteen lines... But the bard produced a twelve line sonnet, so I guess it can still count as one. So, on this occasion I'm going for the serious take. You win! Take it away Y/N...