Someone else may judge or start a new contest. I am gone until further notice.
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Someone else may judge or start a new contest. I am gone until further notice.
I think we should continue this using the Raven.
OK, YesNo, you're up. You had a very good poem and I'm so sorry no one else entered.
Thanks, Pendragon!
The next line is: "I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree."
Deadline: June 30
I think that I will never see
A tome exciting and also free
Indeed unless the prices fall
I may never see a new tome at all
Pendragon
(c) 6/7/2014
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree."
but then words do not grow free like a tree
they grow about me for me
nature
I can look at and imagine
but a poem
I can sympathise read
the two unrelate
but I to them correlate
separately but at rate.
There are still a few days left to enter this contest!
I just realized this contest should be over by now. Sorry for the delay.
Pendragon: I had to look up "tome", but then I realized it was a book. I knew that. Books do seem expensive today. I use the library when possible.
cacian: The last phrase "but at rate" confused me, but the rest made sense. I liked the phrase that words "grow about me for me". Poems and trees do "unrelate", or do not relate, as I would say it.
The winner is cacian!
Congratulations!
hey thank YesNo :)
''at rate''
there just means equally.
and this is the next line
Shakespeare ~sonnet 21 No Fear~
''so is it not with me as with that Muse stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse''
good luck :seeya:
I'm better than that Muse, I'd like to think,
Who paints when painted beuaty wants a verse
And uses words to make that beauty worse.
I'd rather wash the paint off in a sink
So I can see what beauty's really there.
Perhaps there isn't any to behold
Except the sparkling of some foolish gold
That we could get for half-price anywhere.
Don't mock fair beauty with a silly rhyme
That no one will remember anyway.
I hope no one remembers though they may.
It's hard to say what's blessed by fickle time.
In order to be different than that Muse
I'll paint my verse and even more paint use.
I think this one is up.
YesNo i will hand this one to you.
a great piece by the way.
the last two lines are cool :)
Congrats, YesNo! I must have overlooked this contest... sigh
In looking through the old contests, I noticed this one. The contest is going again! Comedy, satire, pun and the like.
Subject? It doesn't matter, any subject will do.
Deadline? When I get a few entries.
The doorbell rang about ten minutes ago.
It's girl scout cookie season once again.
Pulled out a couple of Hamilton's
at four bucks a pop that means five boxes, right?
(I like to test their math skills,
to be honest it's my way of getting around an older brain)
Decision time again; Samoas are a no brainer
put two in my container.
Two thin mints by order of the wife
One more box, a tough choice,
the scout said she likes "tagalongs"
Sounds good to me.
Unrequited love.
"Romance it is not dead," he said
"Within my heart it beats."
She coyly smiled when this he said,
And offered up some treats.
"These, my lips of cherry red,
You may now kiss with yours,
Upon my bosom rest your head.
But keep out of my drawers."
"Cruel, cruel love" he cried distressed,
"My heart! feel how it pounds."
"Alas!" she said I do not jest,
Forth base is out of bounds.