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Woman Scorned
A drop of Nightshade
upon ruby lips
"Drink my darling"
A whisper in the dark
I offer the chalice
of eternal youth.
To sleep forever more
"Hush my sweet, you need
only to drink"
Tell death do us part
now may you ever more
rest in peace.
your last embrace
Breakfast of Champions
The ambrosia elixir,
Cornucopia's delight
Noxious nutrition,
To win the fight
Spinach, banana,
Avocado and carrot
Pureed smooth,
Character, and merit.
drink the drink
apple is fizz,
sober up
and see the bizz,
chin chin
it goes inside the glass,
it clamps and shakes against the brim
fortuit is faith
it spills the bling,
fill up some more
and sip it small.
This wasn't written by me so I don't know that this would be the place to share it, but my favorite minimalist story was when Edgar Allen Poe was dared to write the shortest story. He produced this:
Baby shoes
For sale
never worn.
Is that Poe or what?
PM Londonderry, It's Hemingway, and this is a contest thread. Write your own minimalist poem having to do with "Drink".
I must say I was a bit confused upon reading "Poe's" 6-word story.
Runneth over?
Cruel words of mockery
For my cup
Though once filled with
Sweet crimson wine
Runneth now forever empty.
As thirst scratches
Like a parasite
At my cotton throat
I rasp out words
Unceasingly
For it is only I
Who cares of truth
On this cloud of
Saccharine membranes
Encasing our eyes.
Poureth evermore
The drops of sugary
Dew, though I have seen
My own two hands
Carve the hole which ever
Swallows.
Ten days or so since latest entry, so it's time for me to be the judge dude. Guess I'll give a few comments.
Pen - A sad poem and a common feeling expressed there, well summed up.
YesNo -This is kind of what I think the spirit of this contest is about, keeping it short yet meaningful in some way. I liked it.
Dark Muse - This one is pretty dark and chilling. I wondered if it was meant to be "Till death"..
BookBeauty - A fine mix of words in there and a nice rhyme. One of the better ones I'd say.
cacian - Not totally sure what yours means, sounds like dealing with a hangover. Interesting little poem. Wondered about "fortuit is faith" -- "fortuitous" ?
moonbird - A strong bit of writing with some great lines. One of the best entries. Not quite sure what it all means but sounds full of regret to me.
Tough call as usual, but I'm going with YesNo for the short and simple piece that had a solid meaning. I liked how it was "minimal" in words, and did the job well for this theme. Congrats.
Thanks, jajdude!
The next topic for the minimalist contest is Patience.
Deadline: Sunday, March 11th, almost 3 weeks from now.
Thank you jajdude!! and congratulations toYesNo.:smile5:
great topic by the way YesNo will see what we could do!
Among the virtues few adults possess,
yet strive to impress upon their children,
patience stands tall in a long line of hypocrisy.
Fret not,
Hold your tongue,
Catch your breath,
Count,
Let it go.
Poems are born of patience,
For it can seem like forever
Before you find just the right words...
Pendragon
(C) 2012
pertinence's seemingly perked
dressed up in word of patience sense
slow mood, constant, has crafted felt
descent in self is gracious melt
and
abundance of abstaining's meant.
Her eyes are clocks
Ticking, endless monotony
As time slips away
Like leaves down a river
Waiting for me
Screaming, silent desperation
Hurry
(Oh God, please hurry)
But I can go
No faster
And her clock ticks down.
I'm sorry. You are right. It was Hemingway, not PoeQuote:
Originally Posted by krymsonkyng
I brink
sit here falling
tense
perching
finding purchase
like a pier
sit there patiently falling
toes in the void
The gazelle grazes the grass
'tis a mouth-watering sight
But the predator stays still
delaying the luscious bite
And when the time is ripe
it makes the killer swipe
Sorry for what? No reason to be sorry dude. Perhaps I should be sorry for responding in an unnecessarily terse tone. That came from playing in forums at work, and I am sorry if you took any offense whatsoever. On that note...Quote:
Originally Posted by PMLondonderry
Watch close
as bread
becomes
fresh -blink-
Thanks for all the entries!
jajdude: You made a good point about parents expecting their children to be patient when they aren't themselves.
BookBeauty: You provide good advice on how to practice patience.
Pendragon: I agree that it sometimes takes time to find the right words.
cacian: I enjoyed the alliteration throughout and the close rhyme with "self", "felt" and "melt" and idea of "abstaining" associated with patience.
moonbird: The impatience of forced waiting can lead to desperation. It seems like someone is dying, but they are waiting for a relative to arrive before they do so. However, I might have misinterpreted this.
breathtest: This seems like falling in a dream. I like the alliteration on the "p" sound.
phoenixtears: The predator needs patience as well.
krymsonkying: I would think the bread would get stale as one watched, but perhaps it is baking. It reminded me of the saying that a watched pot never boils.
I enjoyed reading them all. Now I have to make a choice on the winner who will be the one to provide the next topic.
And the winner is breathtest!
Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Thank you YesNo and congratulations to Breathtest!
Thanks guys. I really liked all the other poems so it was stiff competition as always! Thanks YesNo for appreciating mine enough to select it.
The topic for the next one will be IDENTITY.
I'm thinking of the 31st March as a deadline, but if anybody thinks a week longer than that would be better then just let me know.
Keeping Things Straight in the Midst of an Argument
I am I, and, well, you're you.
We've proven it when fighting, too.
identity identity
do you have it to speak for thee?
for I know who I am to be
I know my name with clarity
I only speak with verity
and radiate sincerity!
from here and on
I am the one
that pride myself all merities
my brevity thou speakest for me!
identity identity!
have you others ,something to add ?
speak now or else hold on to thee!
who am I?
why?
does it matter?
I am me...
i?
not i.
you.
the invisible girl caught
her reflection in the mirror
looking back at herself
neither recognised the other
Me, Myself & I
Caught between
self, I am divided
against myself.
There is no me
only a we.
Living many
secret lives
which to me
remain a mystery.
Am I the reality?
or am I the dream?
Eternal Happiness
Exaltation improves
upon the achromatic
at its
maximum lightness
It forges the
ultimate identity...
That of a
lightness of being
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
You have a week and a day. More entries please. I'm loving them so far
The word is not the thing,
Nor does the mirror show more than a face.
Yes, that's right, it's that time of the month again! I'm about to judge the winner so here it goes.....
YesNo - I thought that was a good, strong couplet.
Cacian - You're style of old English stuck out from the others.
Pendragon - Very minimalist. And I thought it had a good message, to stop searching so relentlessly.
moonbird - A good way of turning the question of self around.
Mystrymystry - I really like this piece. It was one of the runners up along with Tailor Stately's.
Dark Muse - I like your idea of multiple selves, and the questioning of which is real.
Tailor Stately - I enjoy the wise tone this poem takes. It seems to be almost a kind of Buddhist teaching.
jajdude - I got the implied message here that your identity comes from deeper places, and the word and the image mean nothing. A really great little poem.
So I think the winner just has to be jajdude. It was a tough call but a very deserved winner. Thanks for all the entries and congratulations jajdude!
Thanks breathtest.
New topic: Work.
Congratulations, jajdude!
Work
Sometimes we wish work went away
Unless we were laid-off today.
Congratulations jajdude !
Thank you. There are many interpretation paths one might take from my modest poem: LDS, Zen, various apotheosis genres, Mithrander's change after Khazad-dûm to name a few.Quote:
Tailor Stately - I enjoy the wise tone this poem takes. It seems to be almost a kind of Buddhist teaching.
Work at Sea
A fisherman's toil
is beyond renown
But perhaps the wisest
of the ocean-wise
do it for the halibut
3/31/2012
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
work indeed
has nought to fear,
it shall come light
as you make way
to something dear,
a newer feel
a reason why
you should endear
ideas of your own afield,
light is the wheel
that spins your dreams
turns all your hopes to real wish
and
raise you up to a world
of art,
impressions
are true work
of will.
Why work?
Why, when I needn't the money?
All I need is right here.
I can peer through my glass and see the room in amber,
Melting as the drops roll down,
Thick and heavy and golden.
I can see the smoke,
Breathe it in, in long sweet drags,
And they're free, because it's all around me,
And that's how I like it,
Free and easy.
Why work,
When money only buys me more of this?
Congratulations, jajdude!
cycle of life
earning
my daily bread
ain't as easy
as it used to be
work all day
play all night
youth
so elusive
age comes on
I slow down
one step closer
to the grave
work all day
complain all night
do it over
come next Monday...
Pendragon
(c) 2012
Werk
Werk's for berks
Werkin's for gherkins
Werk's irksome
Werkin's jerksome