I rouged the sky
with flashing horse tails
and fading petals
of dying dandelions.
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I rouged the sky
with flashing horse tails
and fading petals
of dying dandelions.
Sunset
The sun is setting as my breath
Is flowing toward some future death,
But now there's time to watch the sun
Who warms me till my breath is done.
Sky on Fire
It is a beautiful
death of violent
color that alights
the sky on fire
just moments
before sweet darkness
swallows the sun
whole.
Red Gold of Velvet
Flames subside to
Unleash the Sparkling
Ultramarine toward
Midnight
The contest will be judged September 30th. If you haven't entered, there is still time. You must enter to win! :drool5:
I watched you flounder
like a turbulent sunset.
Dragonflies cradled the lake
with tempestuous drone
as if nature was beholden
to your flotsam hasta la vista.
I take it you're busy Pendragon. C'mon - soak in your victory on this thread too!
pavement slick with the evening storm
reflects
fire stained clouds and the coming black
Nine more days to enter the contest. Any other poets out there? :smash::smash::smash:
Everybody had such great poems that to comment individually on them would require me to simply repost everybody's poem, they were all that good! Excellence in turn-out for the contest, and magnificent excellence in poetry! You all take a bow! Encore, all! Encore!
After a good hour or so of debating with myself, I declare MystyrMystyry to be the winner! :hurray::hurray::hurray:
Let's remind everyone of that award-winning poem:
You're up, MystyrMystyry!Quote:
Red Gold of Velvet
Flames subside to
Unleash the Sparkling
Ultramarine toward
Midnight
Thankyou Pen, I'll keep it flowing with the last word:
Midnight
Midnight
Before morning, night passed away.
Midnight
The Witching Hour
Time of Evil Rampant
The Bell Tolls One
It's Over
The Spirit Hour
Embrace me
in your seductive silence,
lost within the ivory Goddess,
my dreams stolen among
the spirit lights.
Midnight came and said goodbye,
sadly, you were next to die.
Midnight Insomnia
It's midnight and I'm still awake.
Impatience drives without a brake.
At the peak of the silly moons high
I reserve the right to find
my mind, melting of midnight
[Midnight]
Alive by sight now deprived
I hear breath,
smell sweat,
taste salt,
and am cold.
This year fall-back's different:
Chronos promised us the missing hour
off the record
so monsters may make prey
of the snoring.
Rapidly wrap your little old chap
In tipsy trysts with Midnight Mary,
Or hear the rap of the no-hand clap;
Oh, Wiley Will thou must be wary!
Only two weeks to go!
It is always near to midnight
that the orphan elephants
sneak from the compound
to rejoin the wild herd.
Midnight unleashed
The awakening sound of bells
Mistakenly set for a.m.
Believing it was noon.
This is going to be difficult.
One day to go everyone!
There were some astounding ones there, and you should all continue with your own excellent standards. It wasn't easy to decide, but ultimately I narrowed and narrowed until I think The Spirit Hour was a close first:
Embrace me
in your seductive silence,
lost within the ivory Goddess,
my dreams stolen among
the spirit lights
Over to you Dark Muse
Congrads, Dark Muse! :wink5::wink5::wink5:
Thank you, I will have a new subject shortly.
Ok your next subject is Harvest
Deadline Nov. 25
The year is ripe
As sweet golden corn
And the fat rich moon
Stares down
Like an eye
The apples are plump
With crisp sweet juice
And piercing their skin
It flows
The music
The starlight is pure
Gleams like polished glass
As the leaves shimmer down
And gently
Rest
The harvest moon shines
Illuminating the golden wheat
Where are the combines?
Many people need to eat...
Harvest
Picked from the tree or from the ground,
The apple is a treat.
Some plants bring gifts without a sound.
They know we need to eat.
Harvest (1972, Reprise Records)
By his own admission, his musical direction
was one he needed to switch:
I was travelling down the middle of the road,
so I headed for the ditch.
Death's scythe reaps the harvest of souls
Be warned those unready with unfinished goals
Do what thou must while the sun still shines
And be prepared when it's you He finds
Dried flower crown above a bright mouth,
and a combine harvester rumbles by,
and blonde hair flies in the wind,
and a swing screeches under the big chestnut tree
HarVest
horizon light crosses the fields
amassing lune shadowing winds
rise up the crops amongst the slopes
vibrant in seeds spellbound and freed
elements fours wage up and tilt
the sound and light earthen and heat
trespasses Not !for nature's here
Thank you all who entered. This was a tough one and there were some that were really close but here are the results:
Pendragon: I really loved the first couple of lines, and though they captured a beautiful image. And kudos for teaching me a new word. I had to look up what a combine was. I thought in these few lines you created a perfect portrait of life on the farm.
YesNo: I loved the line "Some plants bring gifts without a sound." I also really liked the sentiment behind the last line. It captures the idea of the cycle of nature, and the bounty which the earth gives. It speaks of the old traditions in which it was believed the animals and plants gave themselves as a gift to man knowing his need to eat.
blanklverse: I really liked your creative approach to the subject and how you took it in a very different and original direction.. The first line did grab my attention right away and made me want to read more but because I am not familiar with the record which is being referred to in the poem I feel like I do not quite grasp the full meaning of it.
MystyrMystyry: I loved your take on the subject. You can rarely go wrong with the Grim Reaper for me, he is a favorite of mine. I enjoyed the darker imagery, and the very October/Halloween feeling of your poem.
DieterM: Loved your opening lines and thought you created a nice image with your poem. You created a since of nostalgic with mention of the swing under the tree. But I think that you used one too many and's and the repetition of the word at the start of each line broke up some of the natural flow of the poem.
cacian: I thought your poem had some beautiful imagery and I loved your use of language. There were some wonderful lines here and originality. I really enjoyed the atmosphere which your poem created but I think it would have benefited from the use of some more punctuation. I did find it could be a bit difficult to read.
And the winner goes to.......
moonbird: You created some wonderful imagery and your words had such an elegant flow to them. I also really enjoy the way in which your poem really invokes the sense. Each verse was beautifully written and I particularly loved the compassion of the moon to an eye, and describing the eating of the apples as being like music. T
Thanks, DarkMuse, and congratulations to moonbird! :seeya:
Dark Muse thank you for taking time to read our entries.
It is very much appreciated.
and very many congratulations to moonbird:thumbs_up
Well done, moonbird.
(But Dieter - you was robbed! Fine effort.)
Thankyou Dark Muse :)
Congratulations Moonbird :)