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Actually, this one is me. My account had problems, long story. Oddball no loner exists, it was just me, Pendragon, trying to figure out what I did with my password....
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Originally Posted by oddball
Creepy Crawlers
Beware the creepiest crawlers of all
spidering through our personal space
harvesting email addresses for spam
indexing our downloads, stalking our steps
crawling through websites a page at a time
Spiders, Web Crawlers, and Bots by name
grinning and spinning their elaborate webs
toss the Raid, "killer apps", and traps
though through a Firewall they cannot pass
Web Crawlers then shall feel the burn
Great poems everyone but unfortunately one winner.. Melanie, the throne is yours!
Thank you colb. You picked a fun subject.
Okay, next subject is: The Last One...or...The Last Time
Deadline is June 26
A Addict's Prayer
Lord, let this cigarette be my last one
Let this smoke filled moment be the last time
I already find it hard to breathe sometimes
Cancer could be in my future if I do not gain control
Let this match be the last one
Last time I light up a Marlboro Ultra-Lite
Forgiveness finds me every time I ask
But let this tired old prayer be answered
Even if it be the last one and last time I pray...
Pendragon
(C) 6/6/2014
1
The last time that I saw you there
You had a pizza in your hands
Then crossed the street to eat somewhere.
You said your boyfriend understands.
I doubt he does. Just wait and see.
When he's with you he'll think of me.
2
The last time that I sensed you there
I carried pizza in my hand.
I crossed the street to eat somewhere.
My boyfriend didn't understand
And nor do you. Just wait and see.
You never will get over me.
The Last Goodbye
Stale smoke rings hover heavy in the air
while we lie strewn about the remains
of our shame, all the broken promises,
the lies we tell ourselves, each other.
But we both know this cannot go on,
it is destined for failure, and we where made
to destroy each other, beautifully, and agonizingly,
somewhere inside the need to survive overrides
the primal satisfaction of two hungry bodies.
This was our final coda and there is nothing
left to do but say our goodbyes if we both wish
to emerge still alive with our sanity minimally intact,
We both understood when by some fallacy of nature
our eyes met across miles of impossibility,
with a feeling like deja vu inevitably
it would come to this, like strangers passing
on different trains in the end all we could do
was watch the other finitely drift away.
Just a friendly reminder, only one week left!Quote:
Originally Posted by Melanie
The poems of Pendragon, YesNo, and Dark Muse are all excellent examples of this subject.
Come one, come all
Childhood sweetheart
That was the last time,
When I held your hand,
Our thumbs caressing,
Our breathing calmed,
Without words
or the need for them
Contented in the moment,
In each other.
Then came the World
And we parted.
the last time
I saw
you
it felt
like a dream,
but I knew
you were
real,
and now
you are here
time feels
clear,
not a cloud in the horizon
nears,
the sky
above you
revere
to see
your presence
always
appear,
everyday to a minute
dear,
without you
life is tear.
Thank you for your patience and I apologize for the delay. I'm impressed with all of these poems as a whole. In fact, that's one reason this took me so long. I liked them all and had a hard time deciding on a winner.
Pendaragon - I like personal expression in poetry and this one touched me. Life is hard and you express the frustration with clarity in this wonderful poem in the unique form of a prayer. Well executed.
YesNo - Very clever the way you used nearly identical, yet very different, stanzas. The sting is in the tail…"you never will get over me". Good job.
Dark Muse - the opening and ending are filled with poetic imagery that really set the mood, "Stale smoke rings hover heavy in the air while we lie strewn about the remains of our shame" caught my interest right way…and…"like strangers passing on different trains in the end all we could do was watch the other finitely drift away." Or did you mean "infinitely"? "Infinitely" conjures up an image that seems to work well with "drifting away", whereas "finite" seems so sudden. No?
Prendrelemick - this is so tenderly written that I could feel the love between the two of you, so sweet, and then BAM, the "world" packs quite a punch in just one word. Well done.
Cacian - nice flow of thoughts and words
…and the winner is Pendragon!
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Thank you! As this is July, the subject will be: Weird Family Vacations! End of the month deadline!
I wonder why the summer visits earth.
My parents said I must go on vacation.
With them? They're flying off to southern Spain
To see the beaches, "check out Spanish cuties":
My mother tends to gross me out the most.
I'm far too young to settle down and marry.
She wants a grandkid. Well, she should know how
To get a man confused and make a baby.
My dad then interrupted our debate
And I felt even more chained to my fate.
It's not that I don't like the girls. I do.
Though some I know are hardly worth the liking.
There is Janine who treats me well enough
And then there's Tricia, lovely from behind
And Phyllis, well, she's almost over sweet
And Tanya from the front can blow your mind.
My friends say I'm too picky and they're right.
Most any girl would do for most of them.
For me I want a girl who hasn't been
Enchanted by so many other men.
We got to Spain. I gave it my best shot.
"The internet don't work here," I complained.
My mom said if I didn't get a life
She'd take away my tablet on the spot.
And that was how the first week over there
Was spent debating while I stayed inside.
I told my mom her bathing suit should show
A little more since these were Spanish guys.
My dad said something that I won't repeat,
But we were civil when we went to eat.
The second week went slower than the first.
My parents would explore the tourist sites.
I sometimes went into the lobby where
A senorita who was working there
Said, like my mom, that I should get a life
Except her English wasn't quite as good.
She wasn't that bad looking, some might say,
But now we have to catch the plane and go.
My parents said that Spain was really great,
"We left him in his room and partied late."
Festooned Ferrari
I once rented a ferrari when the winter took off its mascara.
It rode as a wave, lithe and supple on Sicily's shores,
Birds came and booed at the ride with their white stuff
but rain droplets were a panacea to organic droplet woes.
I once rented a ferrari during the summer Solstice.
The radiance of my ride attracted the chicks as the
puddle splash from my tires doused their feathers.
Oh, you thought I was talking about those chicks?
Either the radiance of red blinds them during the summer solstice
or they are Ferrariaphobic.
I once rented a Ferrari and then crashed it at my girl's place
The axioms of modern slang have been bent to the point that
I can intend to mean it was parked in the driveway as opposed to
sticking out of her front living room.
I once rented a four door ferrari and had a foursome with my family.
Four separate beds four separate Hotels at a resort you sickos!!
Gosh!
I once rented a ferrari and realized it was the figment of my fingers
with the real red thing popping up in the literature network forum ad sidebar.
I will one day rent a ferrari and realize that driving it is nowhere near as
fun as writing about renting it.
bump
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
I had to go somewhere so it might as well be here,
Scooping out the memories of another crazy year,
All laid out upon the bed, all the categories,
Touching my emotions, remembering the stories.
Something fluttered to the floor I did not recognize,
I picked it up, smiled at first, then I realized,
It was that picture of your back as you went out the door,
Leaving me so all alone just like I was before.
ampoule, September Twenty Ninth, TwoThousandFourteen
And the winner is: (drumroll, please!) http://s1326.photobucket.com/user/Mo...ac53c.gif.html Adolescent09! That first line grabs you and the poem doesn't let go until the end! Congrats!
Will Adolescent09 be making a choice soon?
You guys are making me feel 'bad'......like I'm killing the threads. :(
ampoule how about you start a new topic.Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
suggest a topic and will post our entries:)
Okay, just to tide us over until Adolescent09 comes back. Let's try 'mirror on the wall'.
DEADLINE: NOVEMBER 15th
The mirror on the wall is deceitful
It mocks my tears and laughs at my sorrow
Once a reflection of a successful man
It now shows one racked with the pain
Of the things I find impossible to understand
Mirror. Mirror on the wall
Is life worth living after all?
mirror on the wall
triggers with the force
that when lying on the floor
I shant see it at all.
The mirror on the wall is black
Obsidian, reflecting what?
But I still stare and it stares back
With affirmations trapped by “but”.
Though some would say there’s nothing there,
No need to fear what’s dead and dark,
But others know and say, “Don’t stare!
Don’t tempt it to come leave its mark.”
Oh my, these are wonderful.
Bump-bump! :)
The Gilded Mirror
Ostentatiously bedecked
in golden frame
which proves to be naught
but gilded facade,
its shimmering surface
whispers only lies and deceit.
Entrancing the vain
lavishing in seeing themselves
complimented by such gaudy
trimmings, their own beauty
may so easily wear away
as the varnish that so
impresses them with
the shine of false affluence.
They pray at this altar
to which they sell away
their souls, and never notice
the decay which starts to crack
around their edges as the glass
becomes dingy, and its filigree
erodes, from gold to gray-green.
judges anyone this is long overdue??!
I'm late, I'm late....I beg your forgiveness. I choose Pendragon. Lately my mirror scares me. I loved all of the entries. Thank you all.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Thanks, Lady Amp!
Subject for net contest: Tis the Season
Deadline December 31
Good hunting!
It’s the season again when the presents appear
But I have delayed like I have every year.
What should I give her? How would I know?
Keep the receipts is the best way to go.
A gift card might work, but she wants me to guess,
Telepathically pick out her choice from the mess.
And what do I want to be under the tree?
Not much. Maybe food and some warm company.
She tells me that I am the worst of the lot.
There’s nothing to give me that I haven’t got.
Giving and getting are harder to do
When nothing is needed except me and you.
This is absolutely the best. What a lucky woman. What a wonderful gift you have given her. At least I hope you will give her a copy of this.
Mistletoe
First we met beneath the mistletoe,
I with Queen Maeve eyes
you lost within your winter storms.
It was the ancient rite,
you had the taste of cinnamon,
spiced mulled wine,
whilst I inhaled the scent
of pine.
The Yule log burns,
revelers held within its protective glow,
warmth spreads through the skin,
specters of futures gone
and futures yet to come
flit through the flames.
Thanks, ampoule!Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
Seasons
'Twas the season of unenforced bedtimes,
Of baking smells and warm kitchens.
'Twas the season of cousins and uncles,
Of mounds of toys and the tree and lights.
'Twas the season of Santa and colors,
Of warm blankets and hot soup.
And carols.
'Tis the season of all-nighters and coffee,
Of empty dishes in the kitchen sink.
'Tis the season of long distance calls,
Of heaps of books and the terrible monitor.
'Tis the season of mall Santas and sales,
Of responsibility and microwave food.
And carols.
bump.
this needs to be uptodate. :)
Whatr image? Do you want to read about the pillow of pleasant thoughts?Quote:
Originally Posted by cacian
image> what image?Quote:
Originally Posted by PeterL
the pillow of pleasant thoughts sounds rather voluminous haha.
would you like to elaborate? :)
What subject then.Quote:
Originally Posted by cacian
That was just something that popped into to my mind. That's what I lean my head against to try to go to sleep.