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Ok next subject is Still Life
still life
breaths height
nature is bite
to quiet
that's light
energy tice
rise
slow may wise
Apples to oranges
Peaches to pears
Blueberry garnish
Grapes every where
Starfruit to Kiwi
Bananas to plums
Cranberry here and there
Durian smells some...
Still the stiff achieved
the hard salami status
Gallery Archives Room
Keep Door Closed!
when left open
all of the Still Lifes
leak out and
~daNcE~
Still Life : Red Queen Hypothesis
Pallor caresses the youth's cheeks
Her heart skips bumps on celerity's ride
Paradox pens chapters in an ageless creed
Concerning the intent to bustle by staying still
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This is an abstract poem on one of the principles/tenets of genetic and evolutionary theory.
While frantically thinking that thoughts should be still
Unnerved that the brain won't report to his will
The monk in the cave in some mountain up high
Reacted and said that he might as well die,
But death wasn't ready to give him relief.
There's nothing to justify fantasized grief.
His lonely, cantankerous, mind's having fun
With no one to blame for those thoughts except one.
Thank you for the entires so far. You have until May 5th if you have not already entered
I believe this is due. :)
Since this is due
if you don't post soon
I will resort to socking you
with my rancid rhyming poo!
All great entries, it was a difficult task.
Pendragon: I rather like the way in which the compassion of the various different fruits also bring to my mind specific colors which can be associated with each of these fruits. In this way the poem really draws upon many of the different senses which I enjoy.
cafolini: An amusing and suggestive poem A fun play upon words.
Melanie: I really like how there is an almost surreal quality to this poem. I think it is a great concept.
Adolescent09: There is some wonderful descriptive lines here, and I enjoy the clever use of language. Very skillfully written. Captivating as well as thought provoking.
YesNo: I love the originality of this poem and the way in which it went in quite a different direction. A great concept
And the winner is.......
cacian: This is beautiful and elegant. It creates quite a vivid image within my mind. The words are captivating.
Dark Muse thank you very much!!:)
the next subject is:
blue bell
deadline: 31st May
Good Luck:seeya:
The long way through the woods led me
To bluebells growing peacefully
Beneath the open canopy
Where leaves were yet to sprout.
The wrong way through the woods would be
The one that frolicked carelessly
Through bluebells so the fairies see
They'd have to get me out.
The Bluebells ring in the woods in Spring
And the harebells tinkle all down the lane
The trumpet vine really sounds divine
As the Fiddleheads play in the shade
Wearing a Turk's Cap a tiny chap
Dances in a Fairy Ring all alone
The Dutchman Pipes are finally ripe
And Jack in the Pulpit's voice intones
The Bluebell's call to one and all
The Monk's Hood's all attend
Lady Slippered feet as the Fairies meet
In their little meeting in the glen!
Bluebell Dreams
I become lost in your dreamy skies,
sleeping beneath the sweet elixir,
bluebells chime their lullabys,
and somewhere inside,
I know they are all lies.
But I can only see fields of blue,
one forgets the distance
between the earth and the heavens,
but it is only an endless delusion.
Like the shifting colors of your eyes,
while drinking honeyed and flower wine,
here within the carnivores mouth
we all succumb to sweet little offerings.
This Bell’s Life
One coarse ore block temper’d fine
Its pear-like visage seeks for peace
it strikes to summon the slaves of God
it uncloaks the laud of oppressive Brits
It lays by the clouds to bathe in blue
while the seraphs sigh as repenters rue
Blue-eyed Belle
There once was a blue-eyed belle from the South
Who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth
"mah darlin', I think
Mah petticoats, pink
Should be covered in mink or I'll pout."
Little Sis
Remember picking the wild bluebells,
Little sis?
Dancing in and out the woodland's dappled light,
Skipping through the bright forest glades,
Hands blackened by gummy sap,
wading knee deep in pale blue.
Remember how their green stems turned to white,
As we drew them from the dark mould,
How the bells shook a silent alarm,
When we tore them from their birth bulb,
Great armfulls we gathered,
Giddy with the excess of plenty,
Leaving careless trails of discarded plants.
"Some for Mum, some for Aunty Ivy,
"And for Grandma and for Fred",
We piled up the heaps of our generosity,
Greenwhite stems already wilting,
Pale blue flowers darkening to purple in death.
Then we found a wood ant's nest,
Newly awakened in the spring sunshine,
And ran to find sticks to poke it with.
OK after much deliberation I must say that all entries were excellent and fun to read and therefore a very close contest and hard to decide. but there can only be one winner and that is:
prendrelemick
I enjoyed the little story going on and the imageries within the piece which took me back to my childhood and flower picking. nice piece congratulations!!!:)
beautiful image...I wanna do that...Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
yes. right now. why not. dancing and skipping and twirling. Be right back.
congrats prendrelemick
Grats prendrelemick! That was a wonderful entry :)
Thankyou. It was one of those which wrote itself, almost.
Next up, a message.
Accidental Delivery
The first time it happened
it was quite subtle, a postcard
came within the mail
from a place I never heard of,
no return address,
and only a single line
scowled in a child's hand.
It was easy to dismiss,
some mistake,
or perhaps an idea of a prank
so I stored it in a drawer and never
gave it another thought.
The second time
it was a bit more adamant,
a knock upon the door,
a package left upon my doorstep,
with no way to send it back,
I wondered what I should do,
and picked it up to my ear
shook it a little,
in retrospect perhaps not the wisest choice,
but nothing happened,
at last I opened it, and what was inside
I cannot name.
In time this too was forgotten,
but it was a bit much to take,
when at midnight I was awakened
by the sound of a singing telegram
outside my bedroom window,
in truth, I never knew those were still around,
when I attempted to question them
they only smiled and walked away.
I was soon at my wits end,
when a phone call arrived,
I was half-afraid to answer it,
the postal service calling to apologize
they explained to me, that there was some glitch
in the interdimensional delivery system
but by now it should all be fixed and they
are sorry for any inconvenience.
Deep and wondrous, dimly lit
The forest's edge, no more in sight.
The message promised. What of it?
Where is that witch that she must fight,
That heartless witch who stole her man?
Unseduce him if she can,
The present never will be right.
The past keeps open its old door.
She draws her sword, "Hey! Gwendolyn's here!"
The forest waits. "Where is that whore?"
She swings at shadows swaying near.
The message said--what did it say?
The forest, too, dissolves away,
Retreats within a passing year.
to a message
a cautious note
fall not too short
elongate
strong
and the meaning
is wand
For if the trumpet give an uncertain sound, who shall prepare himself to the battle?
Just a whisper in the night, scarcely heard
Faint traces of ink on an old dusty letter
Telegraph wires singing, cell phones chiming tunes
Teleconferences on the internet, echoes of words
Seems they are all written in cipher, no one has the key
The code isn't complex, but the message unclear
What are people saying, and what do we hear
When the trumpet sounds an uncertain sound...
Pendragon
(C) 6/18/2013
This is going to be very, very difficult.
Anyone else? I'll give it a couple of days.
The Message
(a personal true story)
There I stood, facing his closet's deafening silence
Stunned by his sudden and untimely death
Paralyzed to purge all his worldly essence
Alone, I could hear my breath.
Each item lingered at the touch of my fingertips
As one by one, they were boxed and sorted
A sepia-toned photograph gently touched my lips
Alone, I could feel no comfort .
Time passed, the daunting task neared completion
Only a brown paper bag of his things remained
Atop were mere oddments, the bag's darkness deepened
Alone, I could taste my pain.
I saw a light in the bottom of that bag; a collection of
God's words, life's meaning, encouragements to cope
The last one I touched was a poem of inspiration
Alone, I could see a message of hope.
"...all the pain and grief are over, every restless tossing past;
I am now at peace forever, safely home in heaven at last.
...Then you must not grieve so sorely, For I love you dearly still;
Try to look beyond earth's shadows, pray to trust God's will." *
"There is work still waiting for you, so you must not idle stand;
Do your work while life remaineth, you shall rest in God's land.
When that work is all completed, He will gently call you home;
Oh the rapture of the meeting! Oh the joy to see you come!" *
Then a peace that passes all understanding
Filled my soul, and my senses were freshened
As a promise from above for life everlasting
Alone nevermore, through God's grace.
__________________________________________________ _____
* the writer of the italicized 2 stanzas is unknown, quoted, in part, from a poem titled "Safely Home"
and printed by the American Tract Society, although it appears anonymously in various other venues.
To view the entire poem, google "Safely Home poem"
I honestly don't know what I'm going do to here.
It's going to be a tough row to hoe.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Something to entertain you during your evaluation... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmZuWrpX98g
Good luck
Love your sense of humor, Gilliatt. Intermission...what a great idea. I watched the youtube, funny stuff, and the end was amazing the way Stan Laurel could switch from the role of Lord back to his silly character so easily.
Ok, as I type these thoughts I still have no idea who will get the nod.
Melanie has put some of herself into her entry, you can feel the personal involvement and the importance of the episode for her, that gives the poem an extra significance that is hard to resist. There are some great lines too - "to purge all his worldly essence". Your own lines are so much more engaging than the quoted parts.
Pendragon's entry is both clever and poetical, but also has a deeper meaning beyond the surface words. The quote about the uncertain note is a pertinent lesson for life - as the poem tells. I'd never heard it before but it could become one of my favourite quotes of all time.
As usual Darkmuse has posted an intriguing entry. What's the story? What's the message? It cranks up, there is a subtle menace and then gently releases and in the end teases.
Caician. This is one of those poems of yours that leave me scratching my head in puzzlement - but don't change.
YesNo, a bang on certain winner at any other time, well crafted, funny, engageing, mysterious, some brilliant lines - "unseduce him"- and "Hey! Gwendolyn's here!" - just great.
How can I not give it to Melanie?
But I love YesNo's
And Pendragon's .
So with my trumpet sounding very uncertainly and bearing in mind I'm not allowed to have a three way tie.....
I'll plump for MELANIE - because I felt an emotional nudge as I read her entry.
prendrelemick thank you and Melanie congratulations!!!
Thank you, prendrelemick, you are most kind! Congratulations for a well earned win, Melanie!!!
Thank you everyone! I liked them all and was glad I didn't have to be the judge. I felt your pain prendrelemick. Well done to all. And thank you, for taking the time to write us all a thoughtful critique. I must say, your subject choice, "a message", was very inspiring and fun to do. I'll post a new subject within a few of hours
The next subject is Flight.
...whether it be something that is caught up by the wind or,
to take flight as to flee or escape something, etc.
The deadline is July 15th.
I Fly Home To You
I hovered upon the edge
on the verge of jumping,
to feel myself fall endlessly below,
to never know the end,
embraced finitely within the darkness.
I was poised for descent
with no where else left to go,
nowhere to turn, I left no space
for returns, I counted on no
escape routes.
But the moment I left myself go,
and waited for the inevitable drop,
gave myself to gravity's mercy,
I was overcome by a sudden weightlessness.
You were there, your words
in my ear give me strength,
and however badly I might fall,
your hands will catch me in the end,
and lift me up.
I watch the darkness begin to fade,
and feel the wind rush under me,
it bears me up, carries me through
the air, and I know I am free
because you refused to accept defeat.
You are my escape,
and you make the impossible a reality,
because of your love,
I defy gravity, you bestow my heart
the wings of Mercury, and I am born
away home to you.
Flight of the Bumblebee
(With my sincere apologies to Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov)
A bee buzzed beside my ear
A bumble bee all black and yellow
He was upset because I disturbed his feeding
He launched at me and did a dance
Easily dodging my frantic slapping
It was only a matter of time before he stung me
I've always been taught that those fragile wings
Should not allow the bee to fly...
Sometimes nature outweighs physics
Sometimes the way things are exceeds evolution
Sometimes science has to accept the improbable
Anyway, I just got stung by an angry flying bumblebee...
Pendragon
(C) 6252013
The weather warms the summer day.
There's children swimming in the bay.
Connect to what? The guru may
Breathe deep and stay aware.
There's seagulls flying overhead.
In spite of what that guru said,
Our many flights have merely led
To distance everywhere.
Connect. Rise above.
Reconnect. Lace up love.
The serpent strengthens the bond.
The weather chills the winter day.
There's ice on ice upon the bay.
Connect to what? Tonight we may
Breathe deep to stay aware.