Famous Quoted Line Poetry Contest

[Dark Muse]

Sunday Afternoons

Lazy Sunday afternoons,
the wind was blown'
dust in the streets
and the sun appeared
to be shinin' but a
storm was brewin'
hanging heavy in the air.

A white house like
a dream, picture perfect
just like a summertime
lie for all the truth
found inside.

She lay on the floor
all battered n' bruised,
he was drunk again
on a Sunday afternoon
and not a sound stirred
but her silenced tears.

Yet the world keeps
revolving, turnin' a blind eye,
crickets are chirpin'
the water is high
there's a soft cotton dress
hangin' on the line to dry.

Because a storm is a comin'
the sky heavy with rain
and the blood is all washed away
only forgotten remnants
of a white picket fence dream
that never was to be.

[Pendragon]

Love That Outlasts the World

Crickets are chirpin', the water is high,
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry,
She holds me so tenderly and gazing into my eyes
Tells me of love that will outlast the world…

She plays with our children down by the creek,
Ring around the Rosie, and hide-and-go-seek—
We found out she’s pregnant again just last week
And our love will truly outlast the world…

Her head on my shoulder as we drift off to sleep,
Drinking from the fount of love that runs deep.
Promises given and promises to keep—
Our love will surely outlast the world…

Pendragon
© 9/12/2010

[hillwalker]

Only 2 entries so far - with only 3 days left.

Anyone out there wanting to take part you have until one minute before midnight Tuesday 28th September. Don't be shy.

H

[Skia]

Crickets are chirpin', the water is high,
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
Dem' are da words,
Ma old prof would read
when he want-eed us ta learn.
I told 'im where go,
as a G-star like we do.
I got outta ma seat
an scattered to tha door,
He wouldna bat an eye
since he ad a feelin' I didna need it like,
cuz why would tha future 2-Pac
need listen n chat old poems and shiz
from a dead guy anyway?

[hillwalker]

Well - your time has run out. Only 3 took up the challenge - but thanks so much for your splendid efforts.

Dark Muse - painting a 'picture perfect' image which has become tarnished by the spectre of domestic violence. I loved the clever way you controlled the counterpoint between the soft, unthreatening outside world of a typical lazy Sunday afternoon and the underlying violence hidden away inside the house.

Pendragon - a really beautiful love poem, made to be read with a smile on the face. The repeated final phrase works really well. This has some really heart-warming images.
I might have to question how the two 'quoted lines' fit in since they didn't seem to be part of the same poem.

Skia - interesting.... different.....
The vernacular of rap seemed conpletely out of place on first reading... but it does have a certain lilt to it. For the record, last time I checked Bob Dylan is still with us - but the poem is ironic in a way because some of his earlier recordings sound very much like rap (e.g. Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues).

But without further ado I declare DarkMuse as this month's winner. Congratulations - and thanks Pen and Skia for making her work for it.

H

[Dark Muse]

Oh wow thank you!

[Dark Muse]

Since it is getting close to Halloween, which as I am sure comes to no surprise to anyone, happens to be my favorite holiday, I have to use this favorite line of mine from Dante's Inferno:

"Abandon all hope ye who enter here"

Deadline October 31st

[zoolane]

Since it is getting close to Halloween, which as I am sure comes to no surprise to anyone, happens to be my favorite holiday, I have to use this favorite line of mine from Dante's Inferno:

"Abandon all hope ye who enter here"

Deadline October 31st

I hope you do not remind, I am not sure if this sort of thing you are look.


Hope

My mum abandon me on a cold winter day.
Inside the local church.
She layed me down next to the altar
Maybe she saw hope.
When she enter the house of God.
She whisper these in humle word 'abandon all hope ya who enter here'

[Skia]

Faces.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here
as I will cut you when you do.
I will slice and dice and
laugh and cry when I rip.

There is a chair
sitting upon the stone gravel
waiting for a victim
to claw at the leg,
fingernails dug in
it's wooden flesh.

I'm going to need
a decaf latte,
Rope or chains?
Rope would burn you
as you stuggle.
Good.
Also, a gag...
no, not a gag,
I want to hear you scream.

Hannibal Lector is one icon of mine,
though i'm not much for flesh,
it tastes kinda icky.
I watched Gladiator last night,
a hero known for killing the innocent.
My dream and your nightmare.

[Pendragon]

Just traveling around
on a road that goes nowhere
Graveyards seem to line the streets
Lonesome call of a whippoorwill
echoing somewhere in the darkness
and a howling wolf that seems to be getting closer
Shadows creep stealthily along in the pale moonlight
maybe I should have made that left hand turn at Albuquerque,
instead of passing over that gated bridge
under the rusty sign that read
"Abandon hope all ye who enter here..."

Pendragon
10/1/10

[Dark Muse]

Only three entries so far.......

[Dark Muse]

I know I am a little late, but I am here now. I want to thank the three brave souls who were willing to step up to this challange with your wonderful and diverse works.

And now, without fruther ado.......

zoolane: You captured a very haunting and emotional image with your poem. There was such deep feeling in the words, and so much conveyed in so few lines. I thought this was a very powerful and effective use of the line.

Skia: You have a very Halloween appropriate entry. I loved the way you incorporated touches of humor behind the very dark themes of the poem. Though personally I felt that the very last verse was not needed and I felt it dragged the poem down a bit. I would have ended it on the line "I want to hear you scream."

Pendragon: Your words are skillful as ever and you created such a haunting atmosphere with your poem that I think truly did homage to the famous line. The surprise at the end made me just about laugh out loud. A wonderful peace both haunting and playful.

But alas one most be chosen winner, and the one who I think best captured the famous line goes to

zoolane

[zoolane]

Wow again thank you DM secondly one I won. Let me have think try be back soon the Famous Qoute. Thank you again.

[zoolane]

'"Then, who is digging on my grave?'' This is title of poem from Thomas Hardy.

Closed date is 24TH of November good luck and happy written.

[zoolane]

Anyone????? only fourteen days left