Reflections on Modern US Politics
Anger became calm;
Did everyone forget?
Gerontocracy here,
imitating jealous Kronos,
liquidates modern narratives.
O passionate quorum,
relentlessly seek that
united vision wakes
Xanadu's young Zeus!
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Reflections on Modern US Politics
Anger became calm;
Did everyone forget?
Gerontocracy here,
imitating jealous Kronos,
liquidates modern narratives.
O passionate quorum,
relentlessly seek that
united vision wakes
Xanadu's young Zeus!
Only a few days left to submit an "alphabet" poem....c'mon poets - write, write, write!!!!:yawnb: :yawnb:
Boom
A big crash.
Doves extinct forever.
Gone: Happiness, Innocence, Joy.
Killing little men nuke.
Oath prevails quarantine.
Redraft some thoughtless ubiquitarian values.
Waff Xavier yells,
"Zen"
Longing
Another black cloud.
Do evenings fall gently-
hazes in jubilation?
Kingfishers live,
meandering needlessly
on pointless quests.
See! The undulating
vagaries wakes
Xi’an’s yearning zones.
Hi all;
THanks to everyone for writing an alphabet poem...I won't have access to a computer for the weekend so will post the winner on Monday once I've looked them all over...I hope that's okay...
There's all really good poems, it'll be a tough decision!! Thanks in advance for your patience.
Hmmmm... This is problematic... what should we do now?
We can always vote on it, and move to start a new contest. I started this thread as a contest, and I want it to continue as one. Poetjo has had plenty of time to judge this contest. Where is she? Anyone know?
We can go forward with a new contest, say Shakespearean Sonnet, which I will judge myself, anyone interested in that? We'll try to get people who are going to be here. What say? :idea:
Good to see you back, Pen.
When you say "Shakespearean" I know you mean 14 lines of iambic pentameter, but do you mean his rhyme scheme as well? What will be the deadline?
Thanks, Auntie! Yes, same rhyme scheme. Example:Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
Quote:
Food Fright
What do they put in the food that they sell,
That makes it safe for human consumption?
This tin of canned meat has a suspicious coating of jell,
As if left out until spoiled. I’ve a strong notion
To gag as I look at this crumbling cheese—
Sweet Lord, the stuff looks as though it were rotten!
Whew! And its scent floating by on the breeze—
Tells me that this “delicacy” best be forgotten!
Don’t read the ingredients on hot dogs, dear friend,
Nor on anything made from ground meat—
For if you find out the kinds of things they will put in
You will never desire anything else to eat…
And do not think yourself safe because you are a vegan—
Things like hair and mousie poo and other things get in…
Pendragon
© 3/30/08
I won't set a deadline unless I get poems, but it would be the norm (around a month, shorter if intrest lags)
Love of Fancy
If ever in a dream I see
The future as I’ve fantasized,
The figure of it laid afore me,
My present happenings mesmerized;
If I tomorrow were regent
Of all the lands the winds do touch,
Responsible for indigent
And affluent of savage clutch,
If the seat of power suited
And if I lost my humble state,
Life per my knowledge convoluted,
No poor fortune bore my weight,
I would have you be there with me,
Forever together most worthy be.
allways wanted to try this style
I can write endlessly
yet never find a single word
forging syllables artlessly
with thoughts absurd
to capture a moment
is to engulf eternity
to be perfectly content
to live with insanity
and it allways returns
to similar subjects
my tears and heart burns
it`s all so complex
and all the words fail in times of passion
for all we need is that single action
;) I take it, then, that people do wish to enter poems in the form I suggested! :) Well, let's have a few more, and we'll think about a deadline about June 7th, to give me time to get back from vacation and settled back in. The winner will be posted on June 9th. Everyone let everyone else know the contest is back up and running! :thumbs_up
Will’s Will
We patch biography the best we can
among the remnant details of his life.
We know the works much better than the man,
and even less of Mistress Ann, his wife.
In the Tudor cottage kept tidy, she
took care to settle down the babes at night.
Thus set in her role, her Will was thus set free
to play around The Globe, to act, to write.
His sonnets dripping with exotic charms
could shed some water, though he still retains
the comfort of the Little Woman’s arms.
(So we assume.) But still the fact remains
that when led to his own eternal rest,
he left her just a bed – and not his best.
Shadow Frenzy
There’s a ghastly creature in the shadows-
Those ten mournful eyes staring straight at me
Those ten spiteful eyes that quickly narrow
Striking my heart with a deadly decree.
O, what Lord that made this monstrosity!
Crawling from the deepest depths of the earth
To incite horror and adversity!
Surely He who brought the flowering birth
- He who sang the stars and inflamed the suns -
could not have woven a web so viscous
to trap the weak. Let it all come undone!
For surely it is not too ambitious,
If lift up my shoe, in a mad bout
To stamp it out! Mash and stamp it all out!
Still time for more poems! Write, Poets! Write! ;) :) :D
I'll give it some thought and do my best to get someting in by June 7th Pen. :)
Tomorrow is only a day away! Contest ends tomorrow! :smash:
A Poet's Revenge
The poet lifted his pen, indeed,
the thought on the tip of his tongue,
To place on paper, at last be freed
of a fretful mind, hands all wrung,
This maid who made his heart go sour,
held captive here on the paper
In life she made him all but cower,
this ink, the blood on his rapier,
There'll be no guilt from his revenge,
no sound or pleading eyes,
His quiet words, how they do singe,
to cauterize her lies,
He'll blot it then and smell the ink,
look in the mirror and give a wink.
ampoule, June Sixth, TwoThousandEight
I haven't particpated in a while. Since this deadline is so close, I'll wait for the next one to start.
Phew! ;) ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Virgil
Going once... :wave:
:banana: :banana: :banana:
Closed! This contest is now closed. Winner will be posted tomorrow! :thumbs_up
As Promised, I am posting the winner of the poem contest. Talent was at a premium. The choice was a hard one. Lest us look at the poems:
Alakungfu
A wonderful job. I think your closing couplet was what I liked best.Quote:
Love of Fancy
If ever in a dream I see
The future as I’ve fantasized,
The figure of it laid afore me,
My present happenings mesmerized;
If I tomorrow were regent
Of all the lands the winds do touch,
Responsible for indigent
And affluent of savage clutch,
If the seat of power suited
And if I lost my humble state,
Life per my knowledge convoluted,
No poor fortune bore my weight,
I would have you be there with me,
Forever together most worthy be.
Lucidnightmares
This poem again the final couplet was what I liked best. The lines were a bit short for the form, however… A possible title for this might be “Writer’s Block” in homage to the first few lines. All in all, a worthy effort!Quote:
I can write endlessly
yet never find a single word
forging syllables artlessly
with thoughts absurd
to capture a moment
is to engulf eternity
to be perfectly content
to live with insanity
and it allways returns
to similar subjects
my tears and heart burns
it`s all so complex
and all the words fail in times of passion
for all we need is that single action
AuntShecky
I thought it was really neat how you not only used Shakespearean Sonnet, but you managed to give accolades to the very man we were all trying to emulate. Wonderful job, indeed!Quote:
Will’s Will
We patch biography the best we can
among the remnant details of his life.
We know the works much better than the man,
and even less of Mistress Ann, his wife.
In the Tudor cottage kept tidy, she
took care to settle down the babes at night.
Thus set in her role, her Will was thus set free
to play around The Globe, to act, to write.
His sonnets dripping with exotic charms
could shed some water, though he still retains
the comfort of the Little Woman’s arms.
(So we assume.) But still the fact remains
that when led to his own eternal rest,
he left her just a bed – and not his best.
Schadenfreude
I enjoyed this little poem! The closing couplet is fantastic! Wonderful!Quote:
Shadow Frenzy
There’s a ghastly creature in the shadows-
Those ten mournful eyes staring straight at me
Those ten spiteful eyes that quickly narrow
Striking my heart with a deadly decree.
O, what Lord that made this monstrosity!
Crawling from the deepest depths of the earth
To incite horror and adversity!
Surely He who brought the flowering birth
- He who sang the stars and inflamed the suns -
could not have woven a web so viscous
to trap the weak. Let it all come undone!
For surely it is not too ambitious,
If lift up my shoe, in a mad bout
To stamp it out! Mash and stamp it all out!
Ampoule
I never cease to be amazed at the nuances in your poetry! A neat little poem, indeed!Quote:
A Poet's Revenge
The poet lifted his pen, indeed,
the thought on the tip of his tongue,
To place on paper, at last be freed
of a fretful mind, hands all wrung,
This maid who made his heart go sour,
held captive here on the paper
In life she made him all but cower,
this ink, the blood on his rapier,
There'll be no guilt from his revenge,
no sound or pleading eyes,
His quiet words, how they do singe,
to cauterize her lies,
He'll blot it then and smell the ink,
look in the mirror and give a wink.
But we can have only one winner. I wish there had been more of a turnout, but then people have been disappointed with the last contest never being judged. When I come to the end of these poems, I am lead back to one. AuntShecky not only wrote what to me seems a flawless iambic pentameter sonnet, but she brought in the man who is credited with creating it, Will Shakespeare! I give the contest to AuntShecky! Congratulations on a fine win. You may choose the next form! Way to go!
Pendragon
Thank you very much,Pen, and thank you to all the participants who submitted such worthy poems.
I am thrilled to be able to choose the next contest form.
The clerihew was invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
(1875-1956), also known as the author of a classic mystery novel, Trent's Last Case.
The clerihew consists of two rhymed couplets, which can be "metrically awkward." The subject is a about a famous person or celebrity of the past or present, and the person's name should appear as the rhymed word in the first couplet.
The info about the person can be as irrelevant, irreverent, or uninformative as you like.
It is, however, intended to be funny. Here's one of Edmund's original namesake quatrains:
Geoffrey Chaucer
Could hardly have been coarser,
But this never harmed the sales
Of his Canterbury Tales.
I hope many Litnetters send in some funny entries. I'll set the deadline for July 9 and announce the winner on Thursday, July 10, which is incidentally National Clerihew Day.
Hope "Pong II" (my computer) doesn't get ornery on that day!
Congratulations AuntShecky. Well deserved.
Congrats Aunty. Looks like a fun form. I'm going to give it a try. :)
Congratulations AuntShecky. Very creatively rum.
For all we know about Charlemagne
there was no office he wouldn't feign
to keep his empire together
and his subjects under the weather.
The night was black when Sherlock Holmes,
Found a body buried underneath his tomes
The cold dead eyes on his were fixed—
“Wasn’t me, dear boy, the butler did it!”
http://www.sherlock-holmes.co.uk/images/cartoon4.gif
Good ol' Mr President
t'ain't never a story he wouldn't invent
to justify his every act
but when it comes to terr'rists, he won't make a pact.
Question Aunty. Is the poem limited to four lines or is that allowed to vary?Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
Brittney Spears
brings her momma to tears
who cares about the national news or what just was
when Brittney baby gave herself a new buzz!
According to my handy dandy Oxford Directory of LiteraryQuote:
Originally Posted by Virgil
Terms, the clerihew is limited to two couplets, rhyming
aa bb.
So, even though one may argue that it's more difficult to write a shorter, concise piece than a longer one, that's the
rule.
John Sidney McCain
Grinned through the pain
Of incredible November 4th drama,
Slurred his words, saying, "Oh what a bummer..."
Thanks Aunty. I saw that after I had posted.Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
O.K., here goes; I've never done this before, so be gentle. Does it have to be absolutely accurate?
Einstein, couldn't talk till he was four;
His frantic parents wanted more.
Friends and family all despaired,
When Albert spake: "E=MC squared."
Ok, here's my entry:
:DQuote:
Young James Joyce
Had as a teen a crackling voice.
When he went to the girls to get some affection,
He walked down the street with a standing erection.
All right. Mine is witty, imo, but yours is funny.
Ok, that's my entry Aunty. But I did get carried away and write quite a few of these. I had a lot of fun. Actually the form just beckons for crude humor. I decided to post a whole slew of these in my latest blog entry. Come and visit and check them out: http://www.online-literature.com/for...515&entry=5700. All who visit, let me know which you liked best. But be aware they are very raunchy. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Virgil