hearth
the center
of heat
caught between the sheets
of ember and ash
fire shots and stach
a log burning ganashe
winter feels splashed.
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hearth
the center
of heat
caught between the sheets
of ember and ash
fire shots and stach
a log burning ganashe
winter feels splashed.
Thank you everyone who entered.
YesNo: An interesting take on the subject, though I am not sure I entirely understand it. It does bring to mind the holidays and the friction and tension which often arises within many families when they do all gather together.
prendrelemick: A somewhat darkly funny poem which I also think does also portray a stark reality.
And the winner is.....
cacian: A beautiful and vivid poem. It was very evocative of the senses, and it created a wonderful image. It really captured the essence of the fire, as well as the warmth, and romanticism of sitting before a crackling fire.
Dark Muse thank you very much I was not expecting this. :)
ok my next subject entry is:
santa claus
look forward to reading all entries!!!:wave:
Although some claim the evidence
For Santa Claus is slim,
No one would ever use that term
When they're describing him.
He's crimson, bearded, jolly, plump
And works on Christmas eve.
Most children like him well enough,
See presents and believe.
But when they think they're rational,
Or feisty, they will scorn
The thought that Santa ever gave
That stuff on Christmas morn.
Some relatives will tell them things,
Hint mistletoe might fade,
Say lovers just need therapy
And fruit cakes aren't well made.
They'll state that Santa isn't real.
They'll tell your children, too.
They caught the guy that mommy kissed
Beside the furnace flue.
Still Santa gives these naughty ones
More presents than he should.
It's all made-up, a fairy tale:
He can't tell which are good.
Santa Claus, he never was, he comes with chimneys and with flaws.
He slides down chutes, he wears red boots, he flies around without a sound.
I tell you, Santa Claus, he never was.
He sees you when you're sleeping..
Santa Claus, he never was.
He knows when you're awake..
He never was, and just because the children dream,
He must be not what he seems.
If you're bad or good, it matters none,
He's here to stay, and it's all fun.
For goodness sake.
Get Real, Santa
Well he knows who's naughty and he knows who's nice
Sounds like he works for Big Brother as a NSC spy
He creeps down your chimney, every chimney in the Nation
Sounds to me a lot like a home invasion
Always ringing bells at strip malls, begging for some change
Which has all the homeless up the alley in a fighting rage
Always seems to have some little kid setting on his lap
Are we certain he isn't in to all that pedophile crap?
Kids around the world send letters to this guy
When Christmas brings disappointment they have a good cry
Then just when you think things couldn't get any more surreal
You find out that after all this loser isn't real
Red and white clad fake, what is the fuss all about
The Government will get you if you don't watch out!
Pendragon (C) December 5, 2013
oh my!!! totally nearly forgotten about this contest. apologies guys.
here is the deliberation:
YesNo: an interesting account on santa claus very insightfull and true to life.
the first stanza id my favourite.:)
jajdude: brilliant opening lines and a lot of fun to read. some catchy phrases too.
Pendragon:
''Always seems to have some little kid setting on his lap
Are we certain he isn't in to all that pedophile crap?''
haha and so true I thought it too and many times. a great piece well done.
and the winner is........
jajdude well done!!!
bump
can either YesNo or Pendragon take over this contest please. I do not think jajdude is around.
thanks!!!
OK I'll set the next subject: Mars
now you chose for your poem either the planet or the god!
Ends: Jan 31st
How about as a chocolate bar?
Pendragon thank you and what a cool subject :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
The radiation knocked it out.
Its continents don't move about.
Magnetosphere? It hasn't any.
It's like the moon and likely many
Other places we might try
To look for life and wonder why
We move alone through empty space,
A wondrous, living, blessed place.
Go for it! Forgot about that one! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by miyako73
mars
descriptive to fars
harmonious to last
flying past is mast
the moon is public cast
Mars bars are tasty, and the planet must be tasty too.
I listened to David Bowie, and he said so.
I imagine a planet ripe with incident, sad with regret.
Mars is loaded with fragments, shrapnel, dust.
It must be, all hail the incoming beings, all red.
Then when we concur this must be so.
Planets align and so on, Mars stands tall.
It takes its place as a wonder.
I like how it does that.
Mars: War God
Castles topple
with a twitch
of his finger,
when he smiles
thousands die,
his laughter
is a massacre,
rivers of blood
dance within his eyes,
every heart beat
is a warriors battle cry,
the world is a chessboard
laid out at his feet,
with delight
he topples
pawns and kings alike
with the toe of his boot,
but even he
grows weary of this game
and when he yawns
nations crumble
and fall.
I'm working on something for this, should be ready soon.
Venus and Mars. (Apologies to Homer)
Venus gave Mars a look,
That was so very flirty,
Her marriage vows she forsook,
And they got down and dirty.
Vulcan was her husband lame,
He trapped them in a net,
They couldn't hide their naked shame,
And Mars began to fret.
"Alas, my love I am enchained,
Tight to your peerless breast,
My lusty panting is constrained,
My face it is compressed.
This net has squeezed us in its clutch,
And stilled our passion's throes,
But I would not mind half so much,
If I could scratch my nose.”
Times up!! In reality, I must declare Prendrelmick the winner, as you gotta love a poem that retells a genuine mythological story about the god Mars! Great job everyone!
God Bless
Pen
Thanks Pen.
I suppose the next subject will have to be Valentine's day
I dare not mock my valentine.
She's sweet and cute and true.
For if I do she might say, "Fine.
Some other boy will bring me wine
And take me out to dance and dine
Then play the whole night through."
Ok, yesno looks like you 're up. I liked the phrase "to dance and dine," in particular.
Thanks! The competition was severe.
The next topic is happiness.
The tentative deadline is April 15th.
Happiness
It flits upon moth wings,
elusive, and frightfully delicate,
yet possessed by stolid resolve,
at rare moments I may grasp it
within my hands, frantically at first
I can feel its struggles for freedom,
with a thousand
miniscule heart beats
that send thrills throughout my nerve endings,
but if held too tightly,
kept too long,
it will begin to suffocate
dying slowly,
it must be released,
but even as it begins to slip away,
there remains the residue
of its presence,
and it becomes absorbed within my pores.
Happiness is...
A pig in a wallow,
A slug on a cabbage,
A duck in the rain,
A trip without baggage.
A hen with a worm
A horse at his hay
A field with a gate
Children at play.
A flower in a meadow
A cat with a purr
A leaf in the sun
A spoon with a stir
A book with a story
A poem when it rhymes
A play with a plot
A song of old times
A man with his slippers
A bright coin to spend,
A child with its mother
And a list with an end.
Happiness comes
When you know some people love you
When those that don't don't matter
When you put the past behind you
When you look to the future
Content where ever you are...
Make Momma Happy
Happiness comes at the bottom of a Bourbon bottle,
giving reason to leave your therapist at full-throttle.
Dodging nurses and tackling cops, taking your wallet,
and smashing it on Liquor store counter tops.
Caught up in a hold up, squeezing a cashier's tit,
say hi to your mom - through the news - because she's
gonna flip -
pancakes on the grill, for when you come home,
cause she's sweating excitement about your new bottle
of
Bourbon.
Attention required!
Oops let me squeeze this in ahah
happiness
comes and goes
and it rather throws
one minute I am rose
and the next I am lows
I wish it to goes
i'd rather smile
and loads
stable natural
flows
better then I wows
happy now
you knows
I need you not
so doze!
I will announce a winner tomorrow morning.
Time is up.
Dark Muse: I liked the idea of releasing happiness so it doesn't suffocate.
prendrelemick: The list with an end is something that would give me happiness. My list of things to do just grows at the moment. Nice meter and rhyme.
Pendragon: That sounds like good advice especially about knowing when it doesn't matter.
2X2E5: That was an unusual description of bringing home something momma wants that she probably shouldn't.
cacian: I liked the second to the last line "I need you not". This sounds like the celebration of happiness after a breakup.
Thank you for all the entries. They were all very different and enjoyable.
The winner is 2X2E5.
Thanks YesNo :)
The next subject is...Crooked Teeth.
Deadline is May 11th.
My crooked teeth
Above beneath
My opened mouth
Both north and south
Or east and west
When getting rest
Don't make me whine.
I chew just fine.
The few that hang
Slant like a fang
Some broke in two
Stuck in with glue
And oh' the stench
Makes me tummy wrench
They poke my cheek
MY MOUTH HAS A LEAK!
Time is up!
YesNo: First time I read it I enjoyed it very much, reading it a fourth and fifth time I still admire and found the north/south/east/west original and funny.
colb2: I'm a sucker for rhyming schemes, so I enjoyed the song like feel and the humour of the poem, with a raw touch "stuck in with glue.
Thank you both for your submissions! I enjoyed them both.
The winner of this challenge is...colb2! Congratulations!
Thankyou 2x I will post subject in the morning as I plan to think of a good one
Subject is "Creepy crawlers"
Deadline is 6/03
Arachne
I am spellbound
by her savage beauty,
and I am rendered helpless
while she sews me up,
pieces of me woven
into her thread,
deep down I know
all I want is to become
closer to her,
but soon I begin to realize
I cannot move,
and my breath
is cut short,
the pain is searing
through me,
but I just thought
she looked so alone,
so in need
of a little companionship,
but she'll not be content
until she has drank
the last drop
of my soul.
Little Miss Muffet
Decided to rough it,
Invited a spider to play.
The spider sent Crawler
A creep who would haul her,
Haul our Miss Muffet away.
Snakes, and snails, and scorpions
Spiders, centipedes, and worms
Crawling across the open grave
All giving me the squirms!
Get me a pack of rat poison
(Damn right! They are here as well!)
Maybe a shot of flaming gasoline
Would send them back to hell!