Congrats, AndyDio! !
Printable View
Congrats, AndyDio! !
Congratulations from me, too, AndyDio.
And me too, AndyDio. I LOVED your poem, the immediacy of it, the suspense, the way you shaped the narrative were all most excellent!
Congrats AndyDio! The rhythm of the numbers sounded like that sling going round and round... :)
Thanks everyone! I'll post the next picture asap- I want to make sure it is perfect!
Here is the next picture, do your best, I look forward to reading all the entries!
http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x...o/IMG_4356.jpg
One of my older ones, but it seems so to fit the picture...
Carpe Diem
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings,
And I rub my eyes and groan and grumble;
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”
He goes downstairs, and starts to sing,
While, wondering if I actually got any sleep for my cloths I fumble.
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings!
He plays cat’s cradle with a piece of string—
While I have my coffee—black and strong! A double!
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”
He’s off again, like a new fledged bird on wings!
I rub my eyes, and stretch, yawn and stumble.
He wakes me up before the alarm clock rings!
Sighing inside, I try my best to keep up with his youthful springs,
Mouth ever ready to shout: “Keep out of trouble!”
But he shouts, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”
Ah, wretched time! What a curse the passing years bring!
Now my son is the one watching a little son blow bubbles.
But I remember how He woke me up before the alarm clock rang!
And shouted, “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!”
Pendragon
1996
Whales
Ah, the rough and tumble sea.
The knowledge of your soul
Entering it to be dipped upon
When it is deemed necessary.
But I a young child at play
Have a way to see the sea.
An entrance to your ideas
But traverse as the oceans of ones mind.
To live in the sea must be tragedy.
To dance at the whim of mind, is
Dangerous and reckless.
foam waves
child running
blank sky
like a canvas
Today I run. Thin arms streaking back-forth,
Feet flat-slapping the hard, wet sand, frothing
My back with spray. Breath ragged, my throat smarts
With sharp salty air, heightens this moment
In dizzy sensation.
I am an athlete! Blood pounding in ears
Echoing the starting gun, roaring with
The waves. Heart beating large, loud, in my chest,
Pulling it forwards so fast my legs blur
To keep up. Fling back my head, I can fly!
Oh to be alive!
The sea, though, raising up his great white head,
Heaves a seaweed sigh. Through his ageless watch
How often have familiar feet, once free,
Returned, but bearing shoulders bowed and bound
By phantoms of lost innocence? He knows
Such joys as mine are fickle as the tide.
And someday my return must be, I fear,
With sandled socks, where foam-drenched feet have splashed,
And face slack-skinned, once by sensation swelled.
But not this day – today my heart could burst
And I shall soar and dance and throb with life.
Today I must run.
Great start everyone! I can already tell this will be a difficult job for me to choose. I'd like to give plenty of time for more people to write and I've come up with a deadline I think would be a great day to end the entries- my birthday! So...
The deadline is August 16th everyone!
Write on my fellow poets!
I laugh, laugh
While I’m so young that I may laugh
Because I don’t know what it is to be breath-taken
I run, run
While my back is still aligned,
Because mother always makes me drink my milk.
I play, play
While I still remember how
Because the sand is like the gravel and the waves are like a slide.
I do what I will do
While the world around me’s mine
Before I’m old enough to learn how small I am.
Hey everyone- just a reminder, only a few more days to go!!!!!!! Pick up your pens, stretch your fingers across your keyboards and write my fellow poets!!!! :]
Waves In a Water Cage
by mazHur
Like a lion in a cage
you will remain confined
to the surface of the Sea;
Oh, waves! With all your fury
you'll remain tamed
in the surge of water;
I will keep watching you
like people watch beasts
imprisoned in cages
of concrete and steel
which they can't get out from;
you too, angry waves, relax
I am young and beyond your reach
come with full force if you can
my legs are strong to outrun you;
you may be strong but I
can tame the smaller beastly
ripples and wade;
perchance you lost your mind
and tried to catch me
I bet you will fail,
and even if you broke your limits
you won't get me;
I am young and strong
my legs are brisk
my moves are rapid
better not foam and flash,
come on, catch me;
catch me if you can,
I am running and can escape
from your aqua clutches;
I know you will ultimately
get exhausted, sloth and slumber
at low tide
when all your dutch courage
borrowed from boozy full moon
would be gone!
Siren
The way you lick my toes and lap at my feet,
You cool and refresh and I jump back,
Daring you to come closer, to grab me and take me away,
But I have no time to wait, I'll go alone,
You tempt me with castles but I don't need one,
Instead, I beat my chest, raise my arms, and run,
My feet just touching all those million billion white hot coals,
And there is no end in sight, until I hear your voice, faint,
Over the salty wind, calling me back, and I stop, turning,
To face my speedy journey, to trace it, to savor it, slowly.
ampoule, August Fourteenth, TwoThousandNine
Okay- no more poems! I'll post the results soon, before tomorrow if I can.
This is a hard choice! :banana:
Pendragon-
I definitely liked the repetition of “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!” The contrast between the springing youth and the adult is great and I liked the change in the end. My favorite line was “He’s off again, like a new fledged bird on wings!”
Rabid Reader
I liked the classical sound the poem had, it reminded me of the timeless nature of the sea while it’s words pointed to it’s recklessness. Great line- “to dance at the whim of mind, is
Dangerous and reckless.”
Breathtest
The simplicity of your poem and its beat capture the picture’s spirit well, simple, elegant and quick.
PoemsEulogy
Your simple poem is beautiful. I like the repetition within it. I love the ending best “I will do I will do/while the world around me’s mine/before I’m old enough to learn how small I am.”
Mazhur
A masterpiece. This is a great poem. It captures perfectly the spirit of youth that defies the world and the oceans waves “catch me if you can.” For the other poems I stated a favorite line or part of the poems but with yours I cannot because each line is crafted equally well. Good job.
Ampoule
This a very well written poem. I love the line “Instead, I beat my chest, raise my arms, and run,” So well does this line capture the boys spirit! Good job. :]
Laurahws-
Wow. An amazing piece of poetry. You gave me a new view for the photo and yet at the same time captured exactly what I saw when I took it (for indeed I was the photographer). The rhythm to your poem is amazing and gives me the feeling I am the child running by the sea. I do not have a favorite line, instead a favorite stanza:
And someday my return must be, I fear,
With sandled socks, where foam-drenched feet have splashed,
And face slack-skinned, once by sensation swelled.
But not this day – today my heart could burst
And I shall soar and dance and throb with life.
Today I must run.
I had a very hard time deciding the winner- all of your poems are extraordinary but my choice was definite:
And the winner is Laurahws!
:banana::banana:CONGRATULATIONS!:banana::banana:
Indeed, a beautiful poem by Laurahws. Can't wait to see the picture she chooses. Congratulations!
Wasn't expecting that, there were some lovely poems there, so thank you:)
I'm in the middle of moving out of India after 6 months, so things are a bit hectic right now but I'll try to make it a priority to get a new picture up either tomorrow or the day after:)
Congrads, Laurahws! I think yours would have been my choice as well. Very inspired! :wave:
Congrat Laura
I like this line
"Today I must run.''
as a whole your poem sounds sonorous being beautifully wrapped in
a flow of soft-sounding words.
Keep up the good work!
Yay! Good job. Can't wait for the new one.
Right, here's the image I've decided on (I hope it comes out ok-I've never posted a picture on a forum before, bit of a novice!)
Hope you like it and happy poetry writing!
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/...8daf8b.jpg?v=0
Madonna
It still looks the same, in every land,
No color nor creed need apply
A mother with baby held tightly in her hands
Gently responding to the tiny cry—
Whatever the need, she’s there to supply,
With loving care and tender heart—
She loves baby so much, she’d be willing to die
To see that little life gets a new start…
Oh, you see, she takes her life from man,
But in some seemingly magical way
She turns right around, and gives it back again
Each time she has a new child on the way—
And who is to say if her child in purple all swirled:
Will grow up to save or destroy this world…
Pendragon
© Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The story unravels
The rumour key travels
Collecting dust in the gravels
Since the Siren of Eden.
She fled in sheer eloquence
From meaning and consequence
Rather than choose ignorance
Misconstruing into the heathen.
The Siren emerged
And philosophies converged
And the waters purged
As Noah threw in his hand
Who lost his head
When the legend wed
Her true love, call him Fred,
In the desert sand.
O, Pauper, Pleione and Prince:
Through passed and foretold greivence go,
With the majestic Helm of Hades,
Within the horns unknown.
O, Vigilant Valor Ventifact:
With a shroud between thee held,
Thy dreaming Hope and Innocence,
And thy currency unveiled.
O, Pauper, Pleione and Prince:
Though the burden heavy be,
With pride the weight sustained
Mother, child and thee.
Femme par Excellence
by mazHur
In the scheme of divinity
nothing is more pretty
than a mother and her baby.
Rejoice buds in the garden
flowers bloom and smarten
gorgeously become a fruit-laden tree.
Who nourishes the billions there?
Who cares for the clad and bare?
Mother Earth, yes, it's she.
A mother is not just a woman
she isn't just the mate of a man
but a femme par excellence,surely.
An embodiment of love is she
her baby's world, a world of her baby
Who could surpass her than Queen Mary?
The Almighty chose a woman
to bear a son without a man
setting an example of motherly superiority.
Nurtured by the motherly sea
a grit smiles with silver glee
in the womb of an oyster's benighted blee.
Purer than the love of a man and a woman
Is the love of a mother notwithstanding season
O Mother and child! Blessed be thee!
-----------------------oOo--------------------------------
Life in my arms,
My life in
My arms
This is the most that I will ever mean.
Protector, and what else is there?
Full of knowledge, inspiration
And milk.
His life in
My arms.
My life.
The Lioness
Upon dusky hot nights
sweet memories made
beneath the saffron skies,
those eyes
which pierce into the soul
boldly looking straight on
a lioness lying inside.
A tender touch,
heart beating with the rhythm
of a drum, whispering
of the purity of love,
but there remains
a warrior's soul
that will not stifle inside.
For her pride and joy
the willingness to fight and die,
power rippling inside,
and on quiet nights
murmurs and kisses
offered in caressing reassurance.
Standing against the desert
in harmony of impendence
and maternal gentleness.
I'm ready for the next picture. Any clue on deadline?
I didn't see one posted anywhere, which is why I went ahead and posted a poem becasue it looked like it was still open.
Hey! Sorry guys, things have been very hectic for me recently, but I've taken note of the poems and I'll post the results tomorrow if that's ok!
Take your time. Just wanted to know if you were still with us. :)
Hey! what's happening??
When do we expect the result?:cold:
Amen to that! What gives?Quote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
will this contest ever see the light of day???:argue::(:cold:
*bump*
*sad face*
Will the contest ever continue?
already enormous delay has been caused...why not ask any moderator to judge and announce result?:yawnb: :)Quote:
Originally Posted by AdoreroDio
Yes, I think that Laura has gone MIA
Agree with Maz. Why not, say, Night for an impartial judge? :eek2: With Laura MIA and all... :(