I wish blondeheart, the starter of this thread, was here to witness this. She tried so hard to gain other's interest in this thread.
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I wish blondeheart, the starter of this thread, was here to witness this. She tried so hard to gain other's interest in this thread.
when does the the judging begin...?
Thanks to whichever mod took up the suggestion and made it stick. :)
No worries! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Petrarch's Love
We are being judged all the time... Be warned... Be very, very warned!Quote:
Originally Posted by Triskele
Funny, you know
How time presses forward
In scenes such as these --
And you call me a coward!
Sit tight and I'll show you
Ambition's the key
To removing the madness,
Miss Earth? Who is she?
Have you noticed I see it?
The thing passing by
Oh there -- to the side now
That man with one eye.
Sit tightly! I'll teach you
To see what is there
Relax - Watch the teacher
Don't worry, I'll share.
Remember the task now
Look closely, you'll see
Right there - by the trashcan
The real world? Who's he?
it ends on the 7th right? maybe i should end my 2 week procrastination and post mine soon....
Please don't wait for me. I haven't worked on this one. I've been a little busy.
Either way, concluded or not, I'm going for it; straight from the mind of me (me being he who scribes freely) to you. Don't "achew' this one away because it's off the top of my fatigued mind in one day - after hold need for rest at bay and stashed away... One day again allowed to show itself and play... Anyway, here I go...
P.S. After attempting to quickly review the picture I previously bore my eyes upon, I realized that I am either typing in a different thread that what was reviewed, or they changed to a new picture within an instant... huh. I'm currently torn between two, so, what should I do. I'll obviously choose one or the other and go from there, so I see no point in further pondering the dilemma.
Lacy metal overpass,
I've seen shades of the greenest grass,
Among other shades are cool glades,
'Twas beside a brick barrier, fortifier, or gate,
'Twas of perfect use, when shown irate,
'Tis of induced serenity when near,
What is there to fear here... nothing,
Even the trees cast sightly songs of peace,
A true place of freely existing,
All who've seen left missing and longing,
Picture this long and tapered entrance of stone,
Stone that reflects radiantly... all shown,
Behind stone of romancing,
'Tis many 'o species prancing,
Faint singsong stretches my way,
This home reminds me of pure joy within today,
Seeing species casts at me meanings,
If I weren't there I'd still not it's steaming hot,
Almost as Palm Springs, but not,
Picture this threefold heat mold,
Though humidity keeps a far from deep fold,
'Tis shallow,
For whom can swim?
Not I,
Perfect.
First and foremost, I'd like to apologize for any drastic punctuational mishaps, for I'm far from faliliar with correctly punctuation poetry; as well as writing it....here you are...Oh, slightly botched here and there but I'm sure there'll be more of these awards... Right?
ok....here it is.
"The Conversation"
Branching from the orb of human existence
Enclosing my thoughts in designer bags
As I step from my building
With the others, all identical with tags
Hello, it’s me, I’m calling
Sorry, but I’m terrible with names
Just thought I’d be remembered
An exception in midnight games
Only freckled neon that surrounds me
Red lipstick and red lights a brush from bright
Yet my dim composure insidiously blinds me
Trading livelihood for bitter sight
Just hoped you got home safe
Watched the news, I think there was a storm
You left so quickly
What scene did you perform?
My mind turns to sweeter days
When the heart, boundless, sunk its teeth
Back then misty evenings had no ways
Ending nights with sheets beneath
Oh, I’m terribly sorry
Will your mother be okay?
You used my favorite story
Lies are great fillers of the day
A passion becomes clandestine then turns to dust
Impaled by carnal candles from the gut
My fingers pinch the cell phone, kills candle’s flame
Door creaks open, found the window firmly shut
Do tell me when we meet again
Preferably when you are coldest to touch
Don’t bother with a note this time
Easier when there is emptiness to clutch
Immune to city smoke selling whispers
Retching from the alienation of my soul
Crosswalk lined with paths of solitude and hiding
The looming darkness of urban control
I’ll have to call you back.
Postscript: Did I manage a placing? Oh, or are we not racing. Of how many weeks wait would you say I'm facing? Face to facing with a mere inch spacing. Well, I suppose I should have been pacing; however, no regrets in life, I'm macing. Not really though, because I don't boast. Not really lucky so I'm never acting cocky; for he who saw me, has permission to sock me, should I be blinging and singing of winning and chanting of prizes that are dies, roll and see how long ye cries. Tis this which I despise, mellow dramatic sadistic sadness to rob ye of all gladness. Matsiah's blast is madness. Anyway, you people who wonder what the devil does, will probably see this sporadic sadness plastered automatic. I don't think, I'm scribe addict. DONE! NOW! UGGHHH!!!!
Whew damn... Can I say that? Anyway, I'd like to acknowledge dramasnot6's recent success with her entry of the poetry contest. When in comparison with mine I'm simply like the rest, so to you I toast, a crest of your own one day; for your entry - when in comparison - proved best.
Hey dramasnot6,
I just wrote out a lengthy acknowledgment pertaining to the success of your latest entry; however, I encountered an unexpected misfortune - that is my web browser fatally losing mountains of potentially valuable information - thus, not allowing my to say what I had originally written... I can tell you this: I'm loving the entry...LOVING IT. But really, I'm pondering over the potential that my participation holds now. A splendid work from the mind of a mystic.
PFFT...and there it is! Suddenly, Matsiah looks up after posting his newly written post only to see the previously written edition thought to be missing right there glistening. Ah. I just can't get right today.
Hi Matsiah--I see you're new to the forums, so welcome. I think you wrote your poem on the first picture in this thread. A lot of new people have done that because it's the first thing they see. The picture we're writing about now is on pg. 29, post #423 of this thread. I think this round of poems will be judged in the next few days (not sure exactly, it's kind of an informal thing around here). The winner doesn't get a prize or anything, just the joy of winning and the privilege of posting the picture for the next round of the contest and being the judge for that round.
Thank you so much for your praise of my poem Matsiah! :D I really like yours too, although like Petrarch said, you might want to take a look at the most recent pic on this thread. Welcome to the forum! Glad to see another passionate poet :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Matsiah
interesting image, tal. great poems, all.
mine written quickly but wanted to be a part of the games.
falling evening beats it’s
slow pulse,
pushes
grey to black,
obscuring
day’s shimmering
nucleus
in an obsidian nest
a million mill-stoned
voices rise
above the bones of a church
to the hovering
technical God engorged to
starry magnitude
by the city’s
electric impulses
The voice of
home tempts
in candlelit tones,
(Come, be still.)
but he blends elementally
with the undercurrent
and finds it is
increasingly difficult
to deny
the hinting shadows.
So.
We are busy now, unfortunately.
We'll try to get finished rating these poems for Friday, let's say, but We can't be sure even on that.
That's okay, Tal! Take your time! :)
when's the next pic gonna b up?
There's not even a winner picked for this contest yet.Quote:
Originally Posted by thefemalemind
oh... ok. then is it ok if i post, when i get a poem finished?Quote:
Originally Posted by ktd222
I don't know if there is a deadline yet. I'm not the judge for this round. You will have to pm Taliesin, I think.Quote:
Originally Posted by thefemalemind
Hi everyone, I was wondering when this contest would end and when a new picture would be posted? I think I might like to take a crack at it next time around.
Riesa, I like your new avatar.....I love nautilus shells...good choice and interesting word beneath your name...unfurling....very creative!
Hi janine! :wave: Taliesin is busy right now so we are waiting for her to judge our poems and pick a winner to post the next pic. If you want to know you should probably PM her :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Janine
:banana: Hi Drama, thanks - I won't bug her, I will just hang in there and wait, knowing soon now we will have a new picture to write to.
I'm pretty sure Taliesen is a male, although referentially an androgynous (think Woolf) one I believe.
It is not her. It should be them! :pQuote:
Originally Posted by dramasnot6
:wave: Hi Pensive, thanks, Who's "them"? Is/are "them" the judge?Quote:
Originally Posted by Pensive
Are they arguing :argue: over the winner?:lol:
Maybe they are arguing over the winner? Maybe they are enjoying mead in their secret chamber? Maybe they are reading a very interesting book? Maybe they are having fun with their fellow crows? Or maybe they have forgotten about the contest? There are many possibilies. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Janine
Choosing a winner is much more difficult than we imagined.
That's fine Tal! Take your time choosing. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Taliesin
We will still await you choice-- prehaps the picture was too interesting-- left open so many doors! :thumbs_up :)
One thing I've been thinking about, to relieve some pressure; how about making choosing the winner a voting process? What are your thoughts?
well - that might be nice, but i also like it being the last poem winner's prerogative. sort of makes it more special to be the one picked. and the person who posted the picture might also have an idea of what they wanted to see in the interpretations.
i guess it's up to the winner each week though . . .
The problem is there would be the bias of people choosing their own poems, that is why the winner does not write one. We have the everyone voting system for short storie competitions though,right?
It's an interesting idea, I like it, however there is such a challenge in reading, thinking about and ultimately choosing the winning poem, I think it would let the winner off the hook if there were a common vote. Poets could vote for their own, but in an open poll, everyone would know because the poems wouldn't be anonymously posted.
I've thought of this too, but all the poems would have to be in at a deadline and someone would have to collect them an set up a poll and a new thread for each time.
BTW, I think Tal is taking too long. I think it's been two months. I mean I hate to rush people but I think it's getting rediculous. I mean he could just pick a winner and not have to explain.
I love the idea of one person judging the contest. The part I love best about this is that that person judging gets to comment on everyone's poems. If we did a group polling, too many comments from too many different people might just lead to confusion.
Yes, I like the current method.
Yes. Tal? maybe you should provide a definite deadline.Quote:
Originally Posted by Virgil