Wow thank you!
And I have to say Hilwalker, I loved yours.
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Wow thank you!
And I have to say Hilwalker, I loved yours.
Thanks DM, very gracious of you, but your poem had some wonderful lines and you deserve your win. Well done.
Thank you!
Ok everyone, I got the next image for you
http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/20...nt-d2xr2nw.jpg
Awesome sauce! Congratulations Dark Muse!
Thank you!
AUDITION
He drops the tailgate on the pick-up
lets me sit up on the tarp
then tries to strum his bruised Ovation
as I sing into the stagnant pools of sodium
My voice seeps out like slow molasses
then the smile I keep behind my hair most times starts creeping out
my snakeskin boots both worn and dusty from a futile summer
denim skirt and waistcoat torn and frayed
a knotted lace around my wrist….. that’s all they found
‘When You Find Me…… I won’t be waiting’
a favourite Tara Angel number that he’s never heard before
he says it sounds so sad and puts his guitar back inside the cab
and gives me sway to sing the chorus
then the bag over my head
So many nights of tears I’ve wiped away and then lost count of
in this sunlit room that smells of wasted light and floodwater and weed
with Morpheus still lingering in the corner
as I try in vain to swim across another waking day
This ankh around my neck belonged to Billie in a previous life
but now it means the only thing that’s left of mine I get to wear for now
and then he brings this bridal gown and jewellery
and takes my shackles off the first time in a month or more
and says to smile
I try so hard to smile the way he tells me to
I try to smile and act as if my life will not depend upon it
Another empty pocket purse
another Thursday night
another car park rendezvous
another broken dream or two
H
A great start, nicely done!
Still only one entry? Where is everyone?
THE EXIT
She leaves behind a vacant room
A glass window half draped
Another with the blind drawn up
And grey walls
A pink & black satin dress which lay
Strewn callously on the floor
She picks up and slithers in
A delicate frame
Remnants of vanity fair
Just to have a feel of
Those lusty nights
She had spent in the arms
Of the betrayer
Her eyes focussed to the past
And the golden strands
She pulls back
With manicured fingers
Lost hopes and dreams
Hurt, pain and screams
Of anguish are never
To be shared
A vulnerable exit from
A room full of despair
Cocooned in a satin dress
Deep pink and black
Blushes of the virgin
Expectations and
Dark shadows of nights
Patched together
With Satin threads
The Old Religion
They don’t understand her; they think she’s insane—
Her belief in her goddess is so strong
In her scarlet and black dress she prepares for the rite—
She’s used now to being alone
Perhaps if they looked beyond the kohl-rimmed eyes
Past the trappings and black fingernails
They could see her beauty shine like the stars
And her spirit that on moondust still sails
They call her a witch and they are out for her blood,
Repeating history’s violent mistakes
Not realizing freedom, means freedom to all
No matter at what feast one partakes
Tonight she will worship beneath the full moon
And pray that intolerance will leave this world soon…
Pendragon
© 9/12/2010
Thank you for the great entries so far, keep them coming.
I am setting the Deadline for October 5th
Pains her more.
Nothing pains her more
to be stuck,
where the demons roam
and the witches cackle.
She was a polite girl,
not at all how she looked.
Her flaming red hair
and long flowing dress,
blended well with the blood
that leaked through the floorboards
slowly drip drip dripping.
She is a lost soul
forever wondering the room
waiting,
for her lover to return,
not knowing it was him
who sliced.
Red and Black Dress
She put on red and black dress.
She seem to act bit weird.
She come over, sits next to me.
Whispers sweet nothing in my ear.
Rub her hand up and down my inner thigh.
We going back to our motel room.
I lay on bed and in dark wait for dream come true.
She crawl up the bed toward and kisses me all over.
Then she diced my manhood.
Thanks to all the great entres so far. This is a reminder that the deadline is coming up soon.
Thank you all who entered with your great works. Now I have the hard task of choosing a winner.
GEETASHREE: You created some beautiful imagery with your words. I loved the scene you created, and the story you gave to the picture, I thought the emotions of pain, isolation, and loneliness could be strongly felt. I particularly loved the last verse of the poem.
Pendragon: I absolutely loved your poem, naturally I thought your concept was great. It was a little bit like The Crucible and The Scarlet Letter. Thee was some lovely lines and I thought you captured the image well within your poem. One of the things which struck out at me is the contrast of the normalcy, and yet bareness of the background, with the boldness of her dress and I thought you captured that idea in your poem.
Skia: I really liked the eeriness of your poem, it had an almost haunted house feeling to it, which is very Halloween appropriate. I also liked the way in which you seemed to take the image in a different direction, seeing her as actually being condemned in this sort of Gothic world. I particularly loved the blood seeping through the floorboards.
zoolane: I liked the Femme Fatale aspect of your poem and the surprise at the end.
But the winner is
:: DRUMROLL::::
Hillwalker: What can I say? Your poem I thought was brilliant! It captured some of the most unique imagery and I loved the atmosphere which is creates. The other thing I really enjoyed about your poem is the way in which you captured the essence of the picture without writing too literally about it. And you had some outstanding lines.
Thank you DM got feeling that I was a serial killer or something in past life. With some stuff I have being written recently.
Thanks Dark Muse - not an easy task for you, and thanks everyone else for entering.
I thought I would post a seasonal picture for this next month's competition.
http://www.online-literature.com/for...pictureid=8127
Deadline for entries 1 minute after midnight four weeks tomorrow (14th November). Good luck!
H
Nice going, Hillwalker, and thanks for the compliments Dark Muse!
It inhales her.
That poor girl.
Forced to try and to try,
The parents knowing
she cannot fulfill her duties.
they laugh as she weeps,
trying to break down the words
so she can impress her reluctant daddy
and big roll up smoking mummy...
Heavy pages yellow with age
hold an enthralling story.
With a young mind so
open and impressionable
it's hard
not to get possessed.
The Book.
I am trying to stay wake.
So satan does not come knock on my door.
It so hard my lids are closing.
With each second that goes by.
I am reading my father's favourite book.
The words are blending into each other.
This book help in my father, in hes work.
The Reader
Little girls in twighlight zones
examine satanistic tomes
and in their cutesy, childish lisp
announce, ‘They’re here,’ while spouting sick.
And then she asks, and sounds profound,
‘Is my head on right when this way round?’
Of course it’s hard to understand
In language from another land,
so far away in time and space,
unlooked for from so sweet a face.
And Aramaic’s hard enough,
in sussing it you feel quite chuffed,
especially when you hear it spoken
backwards like the player’s broken.
The deadline crept up on me and overtook us all without my noticing so it's about time I declared the winner.
Thanks for the 4 entries - each one a quite different response to an unsettling picture.
@Skia - putting yourself in the place of the mentally abused child struggling to impress her slacker parents I'm guessing
@krymsonkyng - focussing on the well-thumbed paperback - and rounding it off with a very witty line
@zoolane - again the book is the catalyst for the little girl's struggles to get to grips with grown-up stuff
and finally @Hawkman - whose poem got me from the opening line and then the wickedly amusing rhyme and references to 'Poltergeist' and of course 'The Exorcist' itself.
Without having to study my tarot cards, throw chicken bones into the pentangle drawn on my kitchen floor or ingest vast amounts of peyote I can declare that the winner this month is
Hawkman - many congratulations sir, and commiserations to the other 3. His satanic powers were obviously too masterly for you to stand a chance.:devil:
H
Congrats to Hawkman. Thank you for comment H
Thanks Hill and zoo. Desperately searching my archive for a suitably interesting image. Please bear with me, I'll post one as soon as I can.
H
OK Folks, here it is, the image that must excercise your poetry muscle :D
http://www.online-literature.com/for...pictureid=8262
I'm making the deadline midnight GMT on Tuesday 7th December, that's three weeks from today. I look forward to reading your entries!
Live and be well - H
He's feeling lonely
Somewhere out there his true love awaits
He watches the peahens passing him by
He flashes his tail hoping to attract their attention
Like a lovely wallflower springing into bloom
Like a man hanging out at a bar
Hoping the next girl is the girl of his dreams
Hoping they don't think he is just a showoff
Or worse, a flasher...
Pendragon
Come on chaps! Don't let poor old Pen win by default! Surely the picture's not so bad that the entirety of lit-net is confounded for inspiration. Put pen to paper, fingers to the keyboard and pummel your brains to grace the thread with your indivitual wit! I wait, with worm on tongue, to read your submissions...
His head is tilted to the side
With feathers spread to show his pride.
He hopes some hen will care.
But it's just me. My camera tried
To picture hope when sweet hope lied.
There was no lady there.
YO AMIGOS
I’m not some scrawny pigeon
or a lapwing dressed in drag,
I’m not a curlew coming out
still prone to boast and brag.
I’m not a blue-rinsed chicken
or a pheasant in a dress,
I’m proud to look the way I do
though it’s a shock, I guess.
It’s normally the dames
who need to try and look their best,
but chicks would kill to have my
multi-coloured tail and breast.
It may be as a species
that we’re rather vain; the thought
of dressing down in brown or beige
does leave one rather fraught.
We need to stand out from the crowd,
be macho mi amigos,
or else we start to doubt ourselves
and bruise our fragile egos.
So watch me while I spread my tail
and please feel free to flatter;
and don’t believe those losers because
size, I think, does matter.
H
Yo Peacock! I read somewhere a boy, having watched a peacock fan his tail told his dad he watched a christmas tree come out of a chicken....
Seven Delights, Seven Laments
Comrade perched so proud
in all your morning glory
vainly you display the tokens
of your sorrow, each mystic feather
another tear for lovers come and gone,
for every Casanova, I shall play this song
for all your bedazzled finery.
My first love was plucked
beneath the Mediterranean Sun,
she was Lust upon the sand,
her skin glowed resplendent as
the sunrise, our bodies warm
upon the beach, a tremor to touch your skin,
your taste forever lingers
like the salt of the sea upon my lips,
and with the coming tide you washed
away, claimed an Ocean bride.
The second love was found
in a sultry jungle night,
as vivacious, she was Gluttony
with her insatiable appetites,
her skin dark as night,
Venus incarnate, her laughter
was pure melody, supple was the amplitude
of her flesh, whispering verses from Arabian Nights,
but she vanished when the moon
no longer shone bright, as the veil of the night
lifted to the dawn, leaving behind
only our jeweled tears.
The third was a scorcher
hot upon the desert sand
raged by the winds, she seared through me
and her eyes burned into my soul,
she was Wrath, and her love was fearless,
it was war she waged upon my body,
everything was pure intensity,
we would devour each other
in our tooth and nail affair
until the Khamisn wind rose
and she was swept away in the sand,
leaving behind threads of her gilted gold hair.
My fourth love came with the
scent of sweet meadow grass
as we rolled among the endless hills
where the rain was cool, and the breeze
upon my skin gave me all the chills
of the touch of her lips, which never ceased,
as she clung to me in her quiet, yet raging
desperation, she was Greed,
never satisfied she scales over every inch
of my skin and plunders through my soul,
her eyes were emeralds and she would
keep me a trophy upon her shelf,
but like every blossom she too came to wilt.
When winter came, and the days and nights
were long and cold, I sought a steady comfort
to warm my bedside without fail, she was
Sloth, and she never failed to hold
me close as we watched the snow
begin to fall, how fair she was with flaxen hair,
she was steady and soon became a constant
always there, with the aroma of hazelnut
and the taste of coco it was the perfect
love until the day came when the seasons
changed and she melted away.
I envy not your shameless display
of our laments and woo's,
that treasure trove of those tokens
of our lovers come and gone,
but I cannot deny that the sorrows
born of love is the most beautiful
agony of all.
very nice poem:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Dark Muse
Quote:
I cannot deny that the sorrows
born of love is the most beautiful
agony of all.
Quote:
I envy not your shameless display
of our laments and woes,
good:)Quote:
Originally Posted by hillwalker
hey, he is amidst mating season trying to impress hens with his sexy dance!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hawkman
OK folks, some great entries so far but don't let up, I can cope with more :D Only a couple of days left though. H
It takes a jiffy to please a god
by just singing a hymn to his grace
but pleasing Godesses, Oh, my god!
Is entirely a different case!
A sparrow twittering in spring
skips from bough to bough
her paramour chasing after her
only to find her love say, No, no, no!
Fair dames are like godesses
aiming for the best of all,
those who carry their hearts in hands
can only their love enthrall.
Unique are the Laws of Nature dear
females blessed with the right to choose
A peacock in the forest dances in ecstasy wild
his plumage alluring his mate to love's subterfuge.
In a cage of eyes
I stand entrapped
Taken by surprise
Am all enrapt
My eyes look at me
Beauty around
And all that they see
By radiance crowned
Pinned by their gaze
In luster chained
Proud peacock praise
All that's remained
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