Thank you, I am going to be leaving today on vaccation so I don't want to keep you waiting for the next topic.
Since I will be traveling your subject is Journey
Deadline August 15th
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Thank you, I am going to be leaving today on vaccation so I don't want to keep you waiting for the next topic.
Since I will be traveling your subject is Journey
Deadline August 15th
Some distant opportunities
Still haunt what I am dreaming of.
One fear I’ve faced: I’d be alone.
One cost: She’d be that early love
Still calling me back home.
Well it is past the deadline now, and only one poem. That makes my job easy at least. It was a lovely poem YesNo with some beautiful lines.
Thanks, Dark Muse!
The next subject for a minimalist poem is anything about "Food".
Deadline: Hopefully in a couple of weeks.
Food
Toasts pass
the test of taste-
buds best starved.
To sustain,
install stuffing
In your gut, overthrow
the mashed meatball.
Bulimia
Food offers nourishment,
and brings destruction,
whispering indulgence
at moments a comfort,
awakening nostalgia
guilty pleasures
creating regret,
shame, sickness,
to be fulfilled
and empty again.
For breakfast:
charked freezer buns, weak coffee,
rancid butter, mouldy jam
For lunch:
some take-out Chinese,
so-so
For dinner:
salty pasta with some
sauce out of a jar
Throughout the day, however,
we feast on vitreous stares, pink promises,
stray touches and shy smiles
food
is nutriment
with condiments
perfect
it cleanses
cures and pures
all at the same rate
to quit it
is bate
nourishment is embellishment
of mind and body without punishment found
The contest will end on September 1st. There is still time to enter!
Contest is over! Thanks for all the entries!
North Star: Nice phrase: "the test of taste-buds best starved".
Dark Muse: I liked the "fulfilled" in the last stanza which seemed appropriate for the food topic: "full", "filled" and the satisfaction of being "fulfilled". Then the empty again too soon from the binge eating.
DieterM: Nice comparison between daily meals and the real feasting on each other.
cacian: I enjoy your use of words and how they pop up in places I would not have expected to put them in a sentence. For example in this poem your use of "rate" and "punishment". Even "pures", which I don't think of as a verb, seemed right.
And the winner is DieterM!
Congratulations!
someone needs to relaunch this contest
Dieter>>>
or someone else?
If DieterM doesn't respond by tomorrow, I suggest you set up the next contest, cacian.
YesNo good idea I will doQuote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
thank you for asking me :)
ok guys here we go
and the topic for this round is
dream
good luck and have fun :)
The northwest winds push water to the shore.
Inside there’s calm but outside isn’t still.
The chill out there is mocking me for more.
It screams. The emptiness demands its fill.
Is this all real? Dark clouds are rushing by.
Soon darkness transforms day to lonely night
And then come sparkles to the moonless sky
And memories of dreams with stored delight.
Land of Nod
I slip beneath
the inky surface
heavy and light
faces rise
like phantoms
in the dark
Jellyfish
drift among
the stars
illuminating
the night.
Jeez guys, I was on holidays with an online status comparable to a comatose… so sorry I missed this, and thanks a bunch YesNo! Good choice for a new round, cacian – and better still, I can even participate (must re-boot my brain cells first, though) :-)
ok guys this one is up
YesNo i enjoyed the descriptive boost to the ''dream''
piece
some cool lines
the last three lines are my favourite :)
Dark Muse
short but brilliant to read
i much enjoyed the simplicity of it
and the winner is
Dark Muse :)
Thank you very much! I will get the new subject soon.
In honor of the up coming Autumnal Equinox the next subject is
Autumn Colors
Deadline: Sept. 30
Change from something passing on.
Winter comes. They will be gone.
Spring brings back what was before:
Loss and sorrow, joy once more.
Beautiful are colors of autumn season
But I have a very special reason
To cuddle the summer's charms
In my pivate imagination's arms
Autumn Colours
Trees are gold and rust,
Beauty reaches its peak
Before it turns to dust
As Autumn colours
the trees and leafs,
So it colours my thoughts.
There will be another summer
But not for me. As the leaves
decay, so do I - and the tumor
As Autumn covers
the trees and leafs,
So it covers me.
Autumn Reveal
The Artist paints
With glowing pigments
Each leaf upon
Tree or shrub
Bright red and gold
Orange and brown
Colors show identification
Of the trees now
That one's a Maple
That one a Popular
That one's an Oak
That one Hickory
Yesterday they looked alike
Now you can spot the difference
From a distance
And be correct
Pendragon
9/29/2015
All great poems. This was quite a hard one to choose a winner for.
YesNo: I really liked the way you were able to capture elements of all four seasons and the seasons change in just a few lines. A great use of minimalism in conveying so much with such brevity.
Free: A very charming poem I particularly loved the last line. Also I liked your use of rhyme, I thought it was quite well done.
North Star: A beautiful poem. I really loved the opening lines which caught my attention and drew me into the poem right away. I think you did a lovely job of really capturing the colors of the season and painting a vivid image in the mind. I also liked the way in which you compared the changing of the season with life and the end of life. I was thrown by the line "decay, so do I - and the tumor" The line about the tumor just seemed thrown out there, and didn't feel like it really connected with the rest of the poem or really belonged.
And the winner is:
Pendragon: I loved the idea of an artist painting the colors of the season and I thought you did a good job of invoking that visual image and painting a picture within the mind. I also particularly enjoyed the reference to the all the different trees. I love the idea of how the changing colors of Autumn also give these trees more distinguished identity.
Dark Muse, that was indeed a complete throwaway bit. At that point I wasn't really interested in finishing it off in style, to be honest.
Congrats, Pendragon - although surely you meant poplar, not popular ;)
I always forget about that spelling! We call them Tulip Trees sometimes here in the South...
And that is your next assignment: The South (USA)
Down below where it is warmer,
Not so far you roast in hell,
There’s a land that’s labelled “southern”
Pretty as a feisty belle
Where the ladies when they’re talking
Wiggling hips like French girls walking
Trap you with a Cajun spell,
Make you reason: might as well.
Pecan rolls could not get sweeter.
Just a nibble spins your head.
Chili without beans as filler,
Salsa spiked. Your mouth goes red.
Forests, deserts, gators, peaches,
Beauties in bikinis, beaches,
Men with laughter, sure but well-bred,
Stars so every dream is well-fed.
deep south
reaves about
not one can
see
but the narth
warmth could the reason
for that
maybe it's about Lil' Blanche
running up the dusty lane
in her white frill dress,
magnolia bopping in her hair;
maybe it's about
the mossy live oaks
stretching gnarly fingers
over the neat lawn;
in my dreams, however,
it's about that month of
humid afternoons
and about the wind
whistling
'I wish…'
'I was…'
'I wish…'
Where the Magnolia Blooms
bayou cajun gators
creole about - on a
tobacco spit road some
hot mississippi nights
thick as june bugs searchin'
for peaches - 'neath pecan
skies where the magnolia
blooms amidst charnal light
10/10/2015 r.10/13/2015
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
A short poem by some Brit who has no idea of what the South is like
apart from what he picked up from The Dukes of Hazard.
(at least they still have Dukes down there, what!)
Daisy Duke,
Reb's an Ol' glory,
Y'all come back
Y'hear !
Anyone else? I will post a winner Sunday!
Hold on...here you go:Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Another sultry dawn in Oxford,
Maribelle leans to butter Faulkner’s grits.
A dogwood blossom falls,
from her bouffant do.
White petals glide on his chicory.
“Another a warm up hun?”
Let's see here: Chicago, London, Paris, California?, Yorkshire, Texas
Y'all done seen too many movies about Southern people!
Taylor, you win! Congrats to all y'all!
ah haha thanks Pendragon ;)
congratulations Taylor :)
Thanks!
I tried to channel a Billie Holiday song from a poem chronicling a terrible Southern past event(s), but couldn't quite pull it off in my estimation during the process; so deviated a bit. (lol) In my defense re: being a California-ite, I have been to the South a 'few' times and enjoy Southern fried chicken beyond the norm.
New topic: (In honor of our friends across the pond)... Paris
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Perhaps the breathing’s better there
Not where I am, but since I’m here
I’ll tell myself that I don’t care
And then enjoy whatever’s near.
Deadline November 10th midnight PDT.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
paris
the eiffel tower
is laddish
to climb it
is to preach
a view
from any angle is
worth a sample
without it
you are humble
unknown to handle