Poetry Contest

Thank you very much, Petrarch. I'm new here and I'm so confused! But I hope I'll get the knack of it all in this forum. And I'll continue reading and posting messages here to learn.

...and the poem I liked so much is Xamonas Chegwe's. The discussion is "poetry context".
I'll continue searching. This forum is not like the ones I've been to.

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...and the poem I liked so much is Xamonas Chegwe's. The discussion is "poetry context".
I'll continue searching. This forum is not like the ones I've been to.

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Yes, you're still on the "poetry contest" thread. Xamonas' poem was on page 1 of this thread (you'll notice the page numbers listed to the upper left of where the posts appear). If you click on page 4 of the thread (post #48) you'll see that his poem won the contest for that round. Currently the thread is 25 pages long (with 363 posts counting this one), so any new posts will pop up on page 25.

By the way, unfortunately Xamonas isn't posting here anymore, but I'm sure he would be glad that you liked his poem.

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Originally Posted by Petrarch's Love

Riesa--What an interesting idea. I'll have to give this one some introspective thought (either that or stand in front of the mirror and make faces for a few hours :lol: ).

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well, Petrarch, if you stand in front of the mirror and make faces for a few hours you'll certainly break through some kind of barrier, perhaps the sane kind of barrier, but the resulting poem will certainly be interesting. :p
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Very interesting image! I hope to submit a poem soon. :)

Very interesting Image there, Riesa. It will be my first time to join this contest and honestly, Im a bit nervous because you all are terribly talented poets! I will try my very best and it is really good that the deadline is still on December 4th! Very Good for me..I even saved it as my desktop background so I can always delve on the photo.

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Originally Posted by Riesa

Okay guys: after much deliberating and google image searching I decided on:

http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i1...sa/SDM1524.jpg

I'm looking for this empty mirror to be filled with honesty and heart when all is said and done, don't be shy, indulge your vanity! Every artist must create a self-portrait at some time or another, now's the chance to show the world, or at least the interested readers, yourself. :D "Know Thyself", urges Plato, (I think it was Plato, anyway.)

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This is my first free poem, without any rhythm and rhyme. I know it will be a heck but couldn't resist writing it down. :)

I am always unhappy
When I stop and think
Wake up and see what I am

I pushed her away when she asked me out
But I shouted, cried and wept bitterly
When the one I loved went for another man

While driving a car, I saw a begger
She asked me for money for her good
I shouted and sweared at her

In the meetings I talk about helping poor
Never did anything for them personally
Here I am dead sure

I am the one who provokes women rights
Every women should have them
Other than my sister, daughter, mother and wife

Peace, peace, peace and peace
That's what I say I always preach
But my own house resembles war ground everyday

Leg-pulling is what I do even with those,
Whom I call my very dear friends
Listen up friends! This is my profession

I like it when I am busy
Everything is then so different
From when I wake up and see
Realize what really I am!

I am a politician
A f****** b******!

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Originally Posted by Pensive

I am a politician
A f****** b******!

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:lol: :lol: Is that the Pensy I know who actually wrote that? Goodness Pensy! But that was a wonderful poem and self portrait.

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Originally Posted by Virgil

:lol: :lol: Is that the Pensy I know who actually wrote that? Goodness Pensy! But that was a wonderful poem and self portrait.

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Well, I imagined myself as a Pakistani politician (believe me they are artists in deceiving people) and that's what came into my mind. :( God forbid my crappy mood.

It is a famous Urdu proverb about siasatdan (Politicians)

Jab paida hoa siasatdan to shaytan ne kaha
Lo aaj mein bjhi sahab'e oolad ho gaya.

It means that when the politician was born, devil said that he had become a father.

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Originally Posted by Pensive

Well, I imagined myself as a Pakistani politician (believe me they are artists in deceiving people) and that's what came into my mind. :( God forbid my crappy mood.

It is a famous Urdu proverb about siasatdan (Politicians)

Jab paida hoa siasatdan to shaytan ne kaha
Lo aaj mein bjhi sahab'e oolad ho gaya.

It means that when the politician was born, devil said that he had become a father.

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:lol: I think it's all politicians, everywhere. It's universal. Perhaps some worst than others.

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Originally Posted by Virgil

I think it's all politicians, everywhere. It's universal. Perhaps some worst than others.

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I will have to agree here. Politics is a dirty game, whether played in Arctic region, or in Pakistan.

Interesting image and interesting idea Pensive! I may write something to this one....we will see. Atist's love picture/mirror frames and they all do self portraits....hummm......

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i posted a poem and it didn't display!!!!! and i didn't save it either!!!

OK here we go:D

Silver drop falls start to end,
Tracing ribbons bow and bend,

Top to bottom creeping down,
Seek the sea wherein to drown,

Pass ra shi da forth and back,
Right on left the glassy track,

What is real and what is not,
Regard brahman deep in thought,

Were I he and were he me,
Where in us would conscious be,

Is it whimsy, life, or dream,
Sun, and moon, or cosmic gleam,

Passing on, then return,
Fuel for corporeal eternal churn,

Contemplate those eyes staring at you, staring at you, staring at you

"Were I he and were he me,
Where in us would conscious be,

Is it whimsy, life, or dream,
Sun, and moon, or cosmic gleam"

I especially like this part - Orionsbelt. You must be the first contestant. Good job!

Poor Mir seems to have lost his poem and did not save it - that is sad :bawling: So sorry.....

Thank You Janine. I'd say I was the second since Mir's has taken flight over the net to land in some far off place. I missed the last round. The whole real life thing getting in the way. Anyway looking forward to see what others have to offer including Janine. :wave:

Hi, could you tell me what is the difference between the post reply on the left and the quick reply on the right? Or is it the same?
I think now I'm responding to the entire thread, the other icon for reply must be for replying to a single message, isn't it?
Thank you
Laura

Hello again.

Hi Laura! :) The post reply on the left, you use if you want to use the other thingies like the bold or the italics and smilies. The quick reply, is, most definitely quicker, this is the one I use. It doesn't matter which one you use, it still counts as a reply. did I explain that well?:):)

Hi Laura, if you do the "Go Advanced" you can first view your post as it will appear; that way you can edit it first or correct typos or spelling mistakes or grammar, etc. I use that one, from now on, unless I am just posting a few lines. There is a full tool bar on that and you can underline, make bold, etc. your text....and add smilies if you choose to. It is more fun!

okee, can't resist. here is a NEW poem. :p

Silvered glass, what does it show?
By now i should really know!
Staring in, what do i see
As myself stares back at me?

Bright-black eyes and button nose
Silky hair which grows and grows
Four long limbs, one head, two ears
Charcoal body, two white tears.

Every surface bears short fur,
Whiskers sprout from pink mouth's purr
Skinny tail, paws padding nearer -
Come on, cat, get off the mirror!

:D

Cool Mir using a cat. I love cats. Don't think Janine will be making a poem this month. Things got so busy (in real life) all of a sudden. Cleaning and decorating is beaconing me. If we had till about January I might settle down and think of something brilliant...we will see. It might come to me while I am drudging along with the hated tasks of cleaning and dragging decorations out. Can I say (?) - I liked you poem. Hope it won't influence the judging. I just wanted to stop by to see what has been happening on here lately. You guys all write terrific stuff!

Considering it being made on the last minute we wrote it out of the blue, with no plans or anything. But here it is. "Kiigele!" is a phrase meaning "to the swing!"in Estonian. Often used in older swinging folksongs as a one-word refraine.


Swing

Up and down
Before and after. (Kiigele!)
Up and down
Before and after. (Kiigele!)
Me and Us
I and We. (Kiigele!)
Verve is building high
from one side to another. (Kiigele!)
Before and after
Past-future-now. (Kiigele!)
Town before us
delicate little alleyways full of possibilities(Kiigele!)
Intellect and wit. Friends.
Culture. (Kiige-)
Me? Us. (-le!)
Marsh behind me
its bogs crying for the words and wisemen (Kiigele!)
and mittens with old patterns that ward off evil but what nobody can read anymore
besides the cranes but they fly off with aurora boreolis (Kiigele!)
to the land of Toonela, to visit the dead
and those unborn yet (Kiigele!)
Blood. (Kiige-
Us. Me? (-le!)
Town before us
little cafes, bookstores (Kiigele!)
Kafka and Rachmaninov
Coffee. Would you agree? No? (Kiigele?)
Very well then. Meet again at six o'clock tomorrow, shall We?
Shall I? (Kiigele!)
Crows and cyberpunk and midtown.
Punk. Hippies. Bohemianism. Postmodernism. (Kiigele!)
Till this evening is this morning life is fine.
Unless the Evening fails. God bless Spengler. (Kiigele!)
Culture. (Kiige-)
Me. Us. (-le!)
Marsh behind us
Polaris reflecting from the midnight bogs (Kiigele!)
Moss makes plasters to bind wounds and mouth
but also intellect? Will it free us of that? Will it free us of me? (Kiigele!)
Stones and trees are forgetting their songs
in the walls of the supermarkets. In the pages of books. (Kiigele!)
How old am I really?
How old are we really? (Kiigele!)
Blood. (Kiige-
Me. Us. (-le!)
Where can you find a smith strong enough to hammer together
the past and the future? Culture and land? Me and us? (Kiigele!)
With sheepswool and Internet bound together
into one thick yarn (Kiigele!)
both light and dark. Both day and night
and ink and paper (Kiigele!)
To bind together the two sides of the coin
into myself (Kiigele!)
by an old crone in the end of the world
who watches over the fate of humans (Kiigele!)
and also the movie adaptation of Agatha Christie novels
Her spinning wheel turns with the speed of light and thought. (Kiigele!)
Could it be?
Should it be?(Kiigele!)
Swing goes faster and higher
until I fly so high (Kiigele!)
that I make a circle
of past and future (Kiigele!)
there are no contradictions left.
And one equals many.

Of course the name at the bottom of this villanelle is me!

Carpe Diem

He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings,
And I rub my eyes and groan and grumble;
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”

He goes downstairs, and starts to sing,
While, wondering if I actually got any sleep for my clothes I fumble.
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings!

He plays cat’s cradle with a piece of string—
While I have my coffee—black and strong! A double!
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”

He’s off again, like a new fledged bird on wings!
I rub my eyes, and stretch, yawn and stumble.
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings!

Sighing inside, I try my best to keep up with his youthful springs,
Mouth ever ready to shout: “Keep out of trouble!”
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”

Ah, wretched time! What a curse the passing years bring!
Now my son is the one watching a little son blow bubbles.
But I remember how He woke me up before the alarm clock rang!
And shouted, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”

© 1996 D. L. Harris

These are amazing poems, Pendragon and Taliesin! :thumbs_up :D

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And one equals many.

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Got the mystery behind "we." :p

I (we?) better should start calling myself (ourselves?) "we"? Because I (we?) equal many. :p

This is an interesting idea man! :D Seriously

As requested the deadline has been extended to Dec 18th. so the rest of you scribblers get busy! great stuff so far.

Wow! Toni can still legally join! She'll be elatedly relieved. With all the books to read (she's bought 3 more while 3 books are still lined up on the shelf, waiting to be read), newspapers to flip, School and this forum, she hardly has time to make an entry for this contest. But she'll be able to now....Thanks Reisa!

*Shouts* "Toooooooooooooooonnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiii, gueeeeeeeessss whaaatttt???!!!!!"

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Originally Posted by blondeatheart

OK, so it's not rlly a contest, there's no prize, it's just a bit of fun.

Here's how it goes: someone posts a picture and everyone who wants to has at least a week to write a poem based on/inspired by that picture. After that, the person who originally posted the picture decides who's poem they like best, and that person posts the next picture and so on.

After at least ten poems have been submitted, the 'judging' begins. The final choice must be explained.

note: We should probably move this into the Games section at some point.
Anyway,
I'll start:
http://mtwatercolor.itgo.com/images/fairy_castle.jpg

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Every road has en end, but my end isn't going to begin.
Without my beginnig, I won't have to worry about ending and losing you for ever. Without the chance of losing you, I won't have to cry. And without the tears in my eyes, I won't have to be afraid of not seeing you there at the end, where it all began.

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Originally Posted by Orionsbelt

OK here we go:D

Silver drop falls start to end,
Tracing ribbons bow and bend,

Top to bottom creeping down,
Seek the sea wherein to drown,

Pass ra shi da forth and back,
Right on left the glassy track,

What is real and what is not,
Regard brahman deep in thought,

Were I he and were he me,
Where in us would conscious be,

Is it whimsy, life, or dream,
Sun, and moon, or cosmic gleam,

Passing on, then return,
Fuel for corporeal eternal churn,

Contemplate those eyes staring at you, staring at you, staring at you

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If you can be like Clark Kent and read my mind right now, "THIS IS SO DARN GOOD" can be deciphered. And add to the fact that the last words in each line rhymes! I love rhyming!

Good job, Orion! :thumbs_up

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

Of course the name at the bottom of this villanelle is me!

Carpe Diem

He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings,
And I rub my eyes and groan and grumble;
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”

He goes downstairs, and starts to sing,
While, wondering if I actually got any sleep for my cloths I fumble.
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings!

He plays cat’s cradle with a piece of string—
While I have my coffee—black and strong! A double!
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”

He’s off again, like a new fledged bird on wings!
I rub my eyes, and stretch, yawn and stumble.
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings!

Sighing inside, I try my best to keep up with his youthful springs,
Mouth ever ready to shout: “Keep out of trouble!”
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”

Ah, wretched time! What a curse the passing years bring!
Now my son is the one watching a little son blow bubbles.
But I remember how He woke me up before the alarm clock rang!
And shouted, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”

© 1996 D. L. Harris

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But ofcourse I can't resist my Uncle's villanelle. As usual, it's no surprise you made me smile again, Uncle Pen. Villanelles are hard to make! :nod:

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Originally Posted by Pensive

This is my first free poem, without any rhythm and rhyme. I know it will be a heck but couldn't resist writing it down. :)

I am always unhappy
When I stop and think
Wake up and see what I am

I pushed her away when she asked me out
But I shouted, cried and wept bitterly
When the one I loved went for another man

While driving a car, I saw a begger
She asked me for money for her good
I shouted and sweared at her

In the meetings I talk about helping poor
Never did anything for them personally
Here I am dead sure

I am the one who provokes women rights
Every women should have them
Other than my sister, daughter, mother and wife

Peace, peace, peace and peace
That's what I say I always preach
But my own house resembles war ground everyday

Leg-pulling is what I do even with those,
Whom I call my very dear friends
Listen up friends! This is my profession

I like it when I am busy
Everything is then so different
From when I wake up and see
Realize what really I am!

I am a politician
A f****** b******!

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Haha Pense, I can't even get myself to write those asterisks in place of the actual word. It's too horrid for me. But you are brave enough!

In politics, there is no good. There's only worse or worst. :sick:

Man, this contest is tight.:thumbs_up

I'm lost. No idea where I am. Just wondering around. Hoping I find my way. But if I don't. It's not the end of the world. Just of me finding out what I really knew in the first place. Nothing.

? . . .

is that your poem, bookworm . . . ?

anyways, cheer up! :) it's not where you end up that counts, it's how you get there. 'cause we all end up dead anyways!

umm . . . . OK, perhaps that wasn't the most cheerful thing. But cheer up anyways. we love you! and existentialism/nihilism/solipsism (i never can tell them apart) are cool.

So happy we have an extended date. I will have to think of one when I am out shopping for gifts. Maybe by the 16th I can come up with a little one at least. I have some ideas. Thanks for extending the contest.

Yeah, thank you, Reisa! I'll promise I'll work hard on it..:D

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Originally Posted by Pensive
This is my first free poem, without any rhythm and rhyme. I know it will be a heck but couldn't resist writing it down.

I am always unhappy
When I stop and think
Wake up and see what I am

I pushed her away when she asked me out
But I shouted, cried and wept bitterly
When the one I loved went for another man

While driving a car, I saw a begger
She asked me for money for her good
I shouted and sweared at her

In the meetings I talk about helping poor
Never did anything for them personally
Here I am dead sure

I am the one who provokes women rights
Every women should have them
Other than my sister, daughter, mother and wife

Peace, peace, peace and peace
That's what I say I always preach
But my own house resembles war ground everyday

Leg-pulling is what I do even with those,
Whom I call my very dear friends
Listen up friends! This is my profession

I like it when I am busy
Everything is then so different
From when I wake up and see
Realize what really I am!

I am a politician
A f****** b******!

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I have always thought free verse harder to write than form poetry, but you did very well, Pensy. I just cannot imagine you as even writing the last line, for you certainly are not that type of person! Too kindhearted! ;) But, yeah, we all have our days when we snap and snarl at the world like a rabid dog! :lol:

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

I have always thought free verse harder to write than form poetry, but you did very well, Pensy. I just cannot imagine you as even writing the last line, for you certainly are not that type of person! Too kindhearted! ;) But, yeah, we all have our days when we snap and snarl at the world like a rabid dog! :lol:

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I don't know. I just have a bad opinion about most of the politicians. (wouldn't give out the names for the sake of forum rules.) You might think that it is too cruel of me to say - but there are many politicians in this world who deserve to be hanged, in my opinion.

Kill thousands of people for their sake. Promisses people and never fulfill those promises. Talk about an individual's rights and are always the ones who violate those rights. Say that if they will take the charge, things would get better and those things never get better, sometimes get even worse. Power-hungrey most of them are. I just can't help hating such types. :(

I don't say that there are not good leaders/politicians in this world, but by seeing most of them in my country, I have come to this conclusion.

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Originally Posted by Pensive

I don't know. I just have a bad opinion about most of the politicians. (wouldn't give out the names for the sake of forum rules.) You might think that it is too cruel of me to say - but there are many politicians in this world who deserve to be hanged, in my opinion.

Kill thousands of people for their sake. Promisses people and never fulfill those promises. Talk about an individual's rights and are always the ones who violate those rights. Say that if they will take the charge, things would get better and those things never get better, sometimes get even worse. Power-hungrey most of them are. I just can't help hating such types. :(

I don't say that there are not good leaders/politicians in this world, but by seeing most of them in my country, I have come to this conclusion.

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Not really to cruel. I can think of some I'd probably take to the "necktie party" (old West for a hanging) myself! http://www.invision.smileyville.net/...s/vio (15).gif

Here is my entry! Finished it last night.:) It doesn't have a title yet. Suggestions would be welcome, though. PM me. Thank you!:D




The throbbings of age
And the Immanent Song brought her to life
A thousand beastial stares she had to withstand
While carrying the burden of false principles on her back

From her twisted mouth flowed twisted ideals
But she runs, to the pebbles of light
But the fingers of debauchery were freed from its chains

And with an anguished cry she fell,
Withered,
Pasted in the pages of History.

I'm almost done with mine, Reisa. Please don't close the contest yet. I just need to touch up. I promise I will post it by Friday, which is quite appropriate for this self-portrait since Friday is my birthday. *hint, hint* :)

okey dokey. party time again?

No party for me. Just dinner out with my sweetie.