Subject Poetry Contest.

BUMP! Next subject?:alien::alien::alien::alien::alien:

Paging alakungfu! Next subject, please! Hello, anybody out there?

As of today, I am reopening the subject poetry contest. I trust alafungfu is doing well, but she hasn't been here of late. My prayers go out to her.

The next subject is "Werewolves", and should contain the line "by the lemon twilight of the pale full moon"

Best of luck to everybody, deadline on March 5th.

pendragon

Reckoning

By the lemon yellow twilight of the pale moon
rises the eerie song of a sorrowful serenade
shattering the stillness of the night, offered like
prayers to the shining stars with their ever watchful eyes,
but no wishes will be granted tonight.

Warmth evaporates quickly into deathly cold
of the sanguine stained earth, for the bitter offering
of life stolen on the head of the hunter's silver bolt,
while she dies within the arms of her alpha mate
his own heart torn from within his breast with her
last precious breath bestowed upon his face.

Upon this night a new vow is forged with
his eyes turning red from the growing rage
which eases away the pain, while his call tares
open the sky, from this point forever more he
pledges that the man within him may be
buried within her own grave.

And awaken the wolf to claim free reign
and shed the last remaining shackles of humanity
to spread the plague of death and terror
until vengeance at last be held within the jaws
that he may close his eyes for eternal sleep
by her side once the hunter's blood is bitter
sweet upon his tongue.

A ROSE PETAL FALLS TO THE FLOOR


A rose petal falls to the floor.
Tiny lips pout, then giggle once more.

A rose petal drifts through the door.
“Can I grab the keys, Dad, and drive to the store?”

A rose petal’s tossed to the crowd.
Both parents cry, but still they are proud.

A rose petal blows far away.
Joy comes with visits, but never can stay.

A rose petal falls in the grass.
Unnoticed, a lifetime flies past.

A rose petal’s placed on a stand
While time strokes a shriveled old hand.

A rose petal's dropped in a grave.
Another pressed flat in a good book to save.

A rose petal flutters and glides.
Baby tosses the old book aside.

A rose petal's stuffed in the mouth,
Mommy fishes the nasty thing out.

A rose petal falls to the floor.
That’s what the dustpan is for.

Come on Poets! Write, write, write! :grouphug:

The Events of the Evening of February 25, 2010

She woke up last night and said,
"by the lemon twilight of the pale full moon"

I whispered "wha-?"
But her eyes locked shut and she was out.

The sky black and cloudy.
I remember thinking about coffee

When she woke and said,
"by the lemon twilight of the pale full moon"

Out again. I nudged her knee: Nothing.
"Christ" I muttered.
And I swear I heard a snort outside the window.
It was morning when we woke up again.

She said "I had this crazy dream
That I was outside our window
Looking in at you, and you cursed at me."

"Full moons" I say.

Today is the close of the contest. We had a slightly disappointing contest, but que sera, sera.

LizJ: very beautiful and potentially winning poem. Unfortunately, you did not use the current subject. Keep up the wonderful writing, just double-check that you are one the current picture/subject/form etc. Best of luck to you.

The Comedian: A wonderful poem that leaves the reader to think beyond the words. Thank you.

Dark Muse: You have captured all of the requirements for the poem and written a work of epic proportions to boot! You may choose the next subject.

Thanks to all of you poets, without you, there would be no contests!

Pen

Congratulations, Dark Muse. Loved the use of "evaporate" in a whole new context, and the idea, though a bit disturbing, that humanity is "shackled. LizJ's "A Rose Petal Falls to the Floor" was the subject of a previous subject poem contest, methinks. And TheComedian -- your poem was witty as all get-out!

Most of all, THANK YOU, dear Pendragon, for keeping this contest going!

Sorry, Pendragon, I did want to write about this, but other things kept interfering with my thought processes.

Congratulations, Dark Muse. I liked these lines:

"pledges that the man within him may be
buried within her own grave."

I enjoyed yours a great deal, Comedian. Love those poems that allow our imaginations to work overtime!

Thank you! Of course I loved this subject!

I will have the next subject posted shortly.

Congrats Dark Muse -- a big wolfish Howl to you!

Ok the next subject is the "muse" and the poem must contain the phrase "words fall like ruby red gems"

Deadline March 21st

The Muse Arrives

When the Muse at last puts in her appearance,
Words fall like ruby red gems
A world of rich treasure overflowing in words
A song of life that enriches the reader

When the Muse at last puts in her appearance,
Words flow like raindrops from pen to paper
The Voice of Many Waters
A deluge of sweet sorrow and unsurpassed joy

When the Muse at last puts in her appearance,
Dawn breaks eternal on magnificent horizons
The Gleam of the Day Glow
Refreshing the heart and the soul

When the Muse at last puts in her appearance,
Everything is beauty…

Pendragon
© March 6, 2010

Inspiration

We have this bag of beads;
They're glass and green and red.
My muse she spills them on her head
Like a giant pouch of Burpee seeds.

My muse is two not three,
And she'll tell you how it is:
"These beads are mine" she'll say, "not his."
And so I'll fain to leave her be.

She'll tell me that they're jewels.
She'll tell me that they're cats.
I'll "meow" and drink my cold Labatts
Because I know we're playin' fools.

"Words fall like ruby red gems"
I'll say to her in glee.
"These ruby red words are for me"
She'll reply, sweet as M&Ms.

I saw my muse at birth;
I saw my muse today;
You know the one of whom I say?
Then throw some beads for little Mirth! Hooray!