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they come, they go:
ages since Ford
and Edison
the hallowed mass
of light and gas
has made the glow
across the board
now seen in heaven
they sell, they trade
the Daimler-Benz
and Toyota
Japanese pride
and Detroit ride
see what was made
we left our tents
and wandered far
they growl, they gleam
range the concrete
prowl asphalt roads
chariots of fire
steel and sapphire
the city's dream
of wheels on street
now overloads
It's an endless black ribbon
Full of lights in the night
As people speed by
In their tiny capsules so busy
Whom do they pass
Do they even notice
Humanity passing by with inches to spare
Long hard road leading from nowhere to nothing
With all of eternity somewhere in between
yellow paint
cutting through the black
the black street
like a sword
or a lightning bolt
fearless
it keeps them away,
they can not pass
its invisible barrier,
the cars
the cars with their horns
with their tires
screaming at me
waiting
in ambush
to strike in silence
in darkness
when i am alone
all alone
but they are not here
not here
i am safe here
safe
here
the clear-cut path
straight and unwavering
through the minefield
to safety
i am safe
here
safe here
on the crosswalk
Neon Heaven
I want to become lost
within your electrolytes
vanishing beneath your neon gaze
upon these halcyon nights.
Give me a taste of your acid
trip so my reality might
start to blur just around
the edges, watching
chemical blues and electrode
red bleeding through.
And I feel the strobes
pulse like a heart beat
dancing in the middle
of the road where the air
is bitter cold infused
with your gasoline
hot as the dragon's breath.
But sleepless
in the sultry air
there is no reason left to care
so sweep me away,
watching my face
a ghost in the glass
make me a hologram
and I will disappear
in a single flash of light.
Here's mine:
Glow Sticks
Little linear lights and
Elongated echos
Along the avenue . . .
Accelerated autos:
Shall I compare ya'all to a sunbeam?
All your lights 'r threads and
We retreat behind them.
Motion
Life
Machines
Science
Marvels
Night
Darkness
Flash
Flood Lights
Flooding streets
Noise
Pollution
Speed
Anxiety
A mad race
Up street
Down Street
No soul around
Heart beats lost
In moving encapsuled rush
Of various types of Steel and Polymer vestibules
Life seems to rest
Yet move
On wheels!
Hi
Shall I judge now?
5 days or so is enough idle time right?
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Excellent entries everybody. I'm too lazy to do commentary.
The last one, by mazhur, I thought, captured the pic well.
So, next pic.
edit:
DarkMuse and YesNo, enjoyed your writing too.
Congrats mazhur :)
I like this: "Give me a taste of your acid"
Thanks, jajdude.
Here is the next picture..Quote:
I too like this beautiful line:)"Give me a taste of your acid"
http://images.askmen.com/dating/curt...3116-flash.jpg
thanks, moonbird:)Quote:
Originally Posted by moonbird
She's not too happy, checks the time,
Assumes her man again is late.
She knows too well the reason why.
She'll leave before she needs to cry.
Should he get back, he'll have to wait.
Pillowed pouter checks her stop
watch, as time ticks off the clock
she waits to hear his knocking
at the door.
Arms that rest beside her show
she brought the pool boy home
moments before the door opens slowly
left unlocked,
to make sure he knows
who she's lying there for.
The Tryst
She’s fixed up her hair and makeup so precisely
Slipped on something sexy to lure him in—
She’s bathed in perfume and oh, she smells so nicely
Great expectations, she’s longing for him
But now the hours are passing so swiftly,
She pouts at her watch wondering just where he is
She carefully checks all preparations to make sure they’re classy
It just isn’t like him to make her wait like this
The watch on her wrist tells her he’s not coming
But she’s a hopeless romantic, here she goes again
She thinks about calling him, her pout turns to frowning
She wonders why angels fall in love with bad men
Suddenly the phone rings and she answers it breathlessly
It’s the hospital calling, he’s so close to death
He was in such a hurry that he drove recklessly
But he tells her he loves her with his dying breath
She gets out of bed and dresses with her mind spinning
She’s got to see him, if for one final time
Their love started with fire, who could have guessed the ending
Now she has a heartache to last for all time
The funeral is passed, she stands at his graveside
Black mourning clothes replace her sexy nightgown
She tosses a rose as tears flow from her sad eyes
Maybe love will be lucky if there’s a next time around
Pendragon
© Tuesday, March 15, 2011
11:54
She fixes her eyeliner,
coldly aware that it
doesn't need fixing.
11:55
She kisses
the back of her hand,
wipes the lipstick
on the pillowcase.
11:56
She knows
that she looks good
and catwalks
in front of the mirror,
a hand on her thigh.
11:57
She picks up a paperback
reads a word or two
and puts it back.
11:58
She spritzes
a little more
Lust
by Beyonce
onto her shoulders.
11:59
She stares at her
wristwatch
with silent desperation
knowing
once midnight strikes
he won't be coming.
Is she lonesome tonight
Or is she lustful?
I've got a feeling her man may not show up,
For he's distrustful.
Hmm... What's happened to mazHur?
Yeah, the contest awaits his judgment.Quote:
Originally Posted by moonbird
Hello all
I am sorry for delay but here I am at your 'service':)
My thanks to all participants. All the submissions are good but have almost the same flair.
In fact the girl has lost her sexual desire and is not interested in having sex. She looks at the watch to check the time her man would come but she isn't in mood for sex at all!!
Keeping in view similar theme adapted by most contestants I feel Pen has done pretty well to be declared the Winner!! These lines are quite near my concept and make a good ending.
Their love started with fire, who could have guessed the ending
Now she has a heartache to last for all time
The funeral is passed, she stands at his graveside
Black mourning clothes replace her sexy nightgown
She tosses a rose as tears flow from her sad eyes
Maybe love will be lucky if there’s a next time around
Congrats Pen.
regards
Maz
Thank you, Maz! In view of the widespread tornado disaster, even destroyed a town 20 miles from the house here, I thought this would be appropriate. May20th is the deadline
http://www.highestfive.com/wp-conten...l-disaster.jpg
Well done Pen! I'll kick things off...
Aiolia
The winds are calm over Aiolia.
Its mountains are of bronze;
they glitter in the sun,
shimmering caps to distort the truth
shrouded beneath.
The waves crash like thunder
on the milky-white cliffs
of Aiolia; beneath their blank sanctuary
sound the wails of the Harpies
the roars of the storming Daimones
as they rattle their chairs
and scream in unheeded anguish.
It is on this night
as a chill rustles the trees
that the lord of this land
a rusted key in hand
unlatches the door
releases them from their
strangling shackles
and tosses his creatures out
to breathe the open air.
The swift-flying Okypete
tastes the dewy night first
and as she dances
twirling under moonless skies
she wails in delirious bliss
and her winds wail back
twisting round her ankles
churning the deep black clouds.
It is not long before
the others have joined in
and their fluttering wings
send bitter chills
to the land below,
and then they are all spinning
round, round, round
mixing the air
and the night grows darker still
and in the skies over Aiolia
it begins to rain.
Nature's Wrath
Empowered
with your Mother's wrath
frightful at the height
of your beauty
tension mounts
until it breaks
descending
like an avenging
angel.
Suspended
in awe
and torn with secret longing
to be pulled within
the embrace
of your anger
and swept along
upon your destructive tide.
Heartbeats quicken
and your force
vibrates throughout
my bones
breathtaking
I long for the serenity
which waits in
your core
while the world quakes
before your vengeful
kiss.
Blown Away
The winds will blow and sweep away
The fancy dreams with which we play.
With what remains, we'll start again.
So let the dreaming time begin
Though winds of time will always win.
A multi-faced genie art it
Calamity can find its own way
It can rent the sky asunder
Or rip off the earth
Turn it upside down
Create hell on earth
Punch the sky on nose
at any time any place
at its own convenience
Or perhaps it has the means
And knows the method
To sneak in at the weakest spot
This universe may pose her?
Whatever, but the genie of calamity
And destruction is quite adept
At pouncing upon the first opportunity
To relieve itself from her den
And create havoc and fear
To the shock of humans and all alive
Very much like the Genie locked up in an stray bottle
Found by Aladin at some shore
And whom Aladin released from the
dark prison by opening up the bottle cap
Whoosh!! How that genie blew out of the bottle
Like a tornado blooming into a mushroom
Of smoke and smudge
Touching the limits of the high sky!
Then suddenly turning into a humongous genie
To the utter shock and surprise of Aladin!
Tornadoes are like genies, generally bad,
Unlike the good genie which Aladin rescued
From the womb of a bottle
Not one such genie takes abode
In the uterus of the scorched Earth
Or over the ever-hanging sheet of sky
When Genies from these get liberated
They only tend to bring
Wide spread devastation and destruction
Calamity, catastrophe and misfortune
Kiss of Death
To whoever whatever comes within their range.
Who Is This Poet ?
Who is this poet
whose pen of
seeming wrath
cuts swath through
countryside
filling its nib
from havoc wrought
as it glides and
dips like a glede
hunting prey ?
Who is this poet
that I might curse
his drunkard's walk
that leads him
astray writing
misery in his wake
cryptically destroying
one yet forsaking
another fffffortissimo
in his moment ?
Who is this poet
whose sway o'er
earth and heav'n
esteeming
men as naught
has his way with
no dearth of terror
in his avatar
and signature
signed death ?
:tailor STATELY
Very nice entries so far. This one is going to be tough to pick a winner!
Moonbird's kick-off poem has been my choice from the beginning, so here's to all of you who participated and a fond farewell. I'm leaving the forum, Expressions of true pain find indifference, and I can take no more...
Congrads, Moonbird on your wonderful award-worthy poem!
Congratulations, Moonbird, and best wishes, Pendragon.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Thank you Pen, we'll all miss your wonderful entries! I'll get to work finding a pic for the next contest... In the meantime, I have no idea how to attach a picture to a post so could someone enlighten me please? :)
Below is the link to the pic for the next contest. If I figure out how to insert it directly into the post I will do so but don't get your hopes up, I'm not very computer-savy.
Anyway, if you'd like a little background info, this picture (I stress that is is a real picture, not a painting or computer creation) was taken by the satellite Cassini as it passed behind Saturn. The eclipsed sun shining through the rings creates a breathtaking effect. Being an astronomy buff, I thought I'd try it out here. (I set it as my new desktop background too :))
I'll set the deadline for the last day of this month. Can't wait to see what you guys come up with!
http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap061016.html
You have to save it into your LitNet Album first (there are instructions how to do that) then select the picture and insert by copying its Picture URL and pasting it in your post. It sounds complicated - but it isn't really.Quote:
Originally Posted by moonbird
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Insignificance from Saturn's Perspective
I think I see that pale blue dot
That flickers through our glorious rings.
It's far too small for you to care.
No need to look for wonders there,
Although as dots it's rather rare
And some have claimed it sings.
Thanks hillwalker! Here's the pic:
http://www.online-literature.com/for...pictureid=8845
the ball of the planet plunges
like a drop of water into a pond
an infinite, ever expanding circle of rings
ripple the fabric of eternity
what once was will be again
in a never ending cycle
Pendragon
L'Oeil de Chat
Down drops the cat's eye token orb
Grave it penetrates into
the cosmic jukebox
The orb's chatoyancy permeates
the æther like muted ripples
upon a placid pool
Space and time halt as if
in the same breath awaiting
the saturnine response
of majestic Holstian song
:tailor STATELY
Is this the image?
http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/0610...gs_cassini.jpg
yup..
Yup see my 5/13 post if you want a little background info about it before you write your poem :)
Your form is oblate, a word
once used for children
given by their parents to the church
in service of their god.
Perhaps this is why you have a halo.
But you bear the name of a different god,
dedicated agriculturally
by pagan Romans,
with your festival a mischievous affair;
an excuse to drink and misbehave.
We, so much cleverer than they,
unveil your mysteries with robot probes,
take pictures, and declare your miracle
resultant from the natural forces
of the universe. Our faith is science.
Cold, cold beauty,
Pristine and pure,
Ringed with glittering ice,
Haloed with borrowed light.
Perfect.
We see you now,
Framed and displayed,
laid bare to our fatuous stare,
But you remain aloof and lovely,
As only a cold beauty can.