Picture Poetry Contest (...continued...)

The Body Factory

Come one
come all,
step right up
haven't you heard
the latest word?

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to the whims of nature's
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bluer eyes,
unhappy with your
skin tone,
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to be darker,
lighter, or why
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just point and click,
and don't forget
to accessorize,
it is all the rage.

Why bother
to diet when
all you need do
is crop your waist
line, downsize,
realign, and
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ready to go.

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come all
don't be shy
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The It Girl

Barbie doll figures; pinup fashions
Wear your hair the way Di wore it
(snigger) "Before she died, dah-ling"
Parading peahens ever preening
Unique clones pressed from plastic
Hoarfrost and bittersweet lives

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

The reflection in the mirror
Doesn't show what it should show
Is there something about that red dress
That the rest of us should know?
Does the reflection show us dreams
Instead of just the way things are?
Are they moments from the future
Coming to us from afar?
I think we all should think about
What our reflections show
Before we just follow Alice
Down some endless rabbit hole...

Pendragon
1/1/2011

Where is MaZhur? Surely this contest has ended now! Judge, please! Uh, Your Honor? :willy_nilly::willy_nilly::willy_nilly:

YesNo---good extempore ditty but rather away from the theme!

blithe spirit:-- thoughts very nicely put in two stanzas...quite extempore as well.

Dark Muse: very nice poem truly depicting the idea behind the picture. However, a bit long...and spread into stanzas of unequal length.


tailor STATELY:: not a bad attempt at all!! I liked it!!
Pendragon: well put but last line not worked properly. It could have been made to rhyme with the preceding word, show, such as

Down an endless bunny burrow!!!

I think we all should think about
What our reflections show
Before we just follow Alice
Down some endless rabbit hole...

Considering all aspects of the poems submitted I think Pen has done comparatively better and he deserves to be the Winner!!!
Thanks to all for submitting their beautiful poesy and keeping this thread alive.
I am sorry for delayed result.
Congrats, Pen!!

Yeah, I kinda slant-rhymed that last line, liked yours better.

New Picture: http://www.kaluta.com/pages/shadow/shadow-xanadu8.jpg

Red and Black

The breeze that blows about his cape
Is teasing with her high slit gown
Exposing skin, caressing shape.
Black covers up an angry frown
And claims his Red who didn't mind
The looks she got. She'll blame the drink.
He'd blame the gun when it's behind
Them back in bed with time to think.

We'll run this city, you and I,
as giants in a small fry town
and own the gold stained midnight sky
with steely eye, and viper's gown.

If looks could strike a killer down,
could lay him out and make him die,
you would not need to hide your frown,
I would not need my lovely lies.

What wily web will snare our fly?
A glass of gin. Another round.
What does it take to catch a spy?
A glance, a gun. A pense, a pound.

Though capture would mean cyanide
we have become too dark to hide.

The contest will be judged September 30th. If you haven't entered, there is still time. You must enter to win! :drool5:

Perhaps I should point out that this is a picture of pulp and comic book characters The Shadow and Madame Xanadu
Might help you with poem ideas!

Entrance

Entrance me,
Dark One.

Your darkness hides
In shadowed corners
In shadowed eyes
In shadowed lives,
But mine hides within you.

Entrance me,
Eagle of Vengeance.

Your wind-beaten cape
Like wings of a bird
Casts shadows on the world,
But as we're falling
We'll pretend to fly.

Entrance me,
Great Hypnotist.

Your eyes are like walls;
Walls have never troubled you
But how much they trouble me
I expect you'll never know,
For I shall never tell.

Entrance me,
Dark One.

For soon the moon shall set
And our shadows meet the light.

changing forms
matter me not
I am a woman
born of a woman
and you too
transformations vile
cannot scare me
for I am a woman
know this and that
about ye men!
your veiled face
your all that cover-up
ha! hides nothing
You are a man
A shadow in the dark
I know, I know
'Cause I am a woman
humiliate a woman?
No way, man
try and follow my trail
I bet you'll fail
I am all love
I am all human
I am life
my life
your life
life's life
understand?
I like your overtures
That's what's expected
of most men
Come on,show me your face
From the same race
hold me in your arms
kiss me and hug me
I am all for love
I am a woman
unmoved by devils
Unimpressed by Dracula's
or their kinsmen, Eagle Men
look at my smile
and that may be for a while
until you behaved
and acted like a Man
to win me over
for I am a woman
a fountain of love
courage and strength.

Time's up! Let's review:

YesNo

I thought these were your strongest lines. Not bad!

Quote:

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The breeze that blows about his cape
Is teasing with her high slit gown
Exposing skin, caressing shape.

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She is teasing in this shot, no? :smile5:

krymsonkyng

I especially liked these lines, as our characters are secretive and fight criminals, including terrorists:

Quote:

---

What wily web will snare our fly?
A glass of gin. Another round.
What does it take to catch a spy?
A glance, a gun. A pense, a pound.

---

The Shadow is a lot like James Bond: A License to Kill!

moonbird

An excellent poem. I liked these lines best:

Quote:

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Entrance me,
Eagle of Vengeance.

Your wind-beaten cape
Like wings of a bird
Casts shadows on the world

---

During WWI, the Shadow was known as "The Dark Eagle"



mazHur

Really great lines here:

Quote:

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your all that cover-up
ha! hides nothing
You are a man
A shadow in the dark

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Interesting to take the woman's viewpoint, seeing through the disguise...

Good work all, but in the end there can only be one:

moonbird, you are the winner! :hurray::hurray::hurray:

Thank you, Pendragon!

Alright, here comes the next picture...

http://www.online-literature.com/for...pictureid=9191

Crazy, right? This is an actual photo taken of a nebula, dubbed the "Cosmic Hand" or "Hand of God." For a little info about it see the link below.

http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/ba...f-destruction/

Deadline October 20. Good luck!

Congrats Moonbird.:)

Pen--thanks for appreciating the poem. Verily I was (and am still not) aware of the background of the picture, hence my theme.

It's a nebulous hand, reaching for something
That lies beyond all mortal imagination.
What lies beyond the stars, in the eternal rift of space
In the vast emptiness, unexplored frontiers?
Some see the beauty of the coincidence,
But is it purpose; is it planned?
A ghostly blue hand in space, unbelievably massive
Could this perhaps be the Hand of God in the moment of creation?
The possibilities are indeed endless...

Pendragon

Supernova

Whatever was within its reach
Has now been swept away.
It's pretty, though,
Puts on a show,
For those who get to stay.

The high five of a master hand
sends shivers down my spine
and draws, like magic, smoke and sand
across both space and time.

Some nebulous will from beyond
the world we know and trust
may want some star stuff to snack on.
Oh no! It's Galactus!

God is All-encompassing, all light
more radiant than the nebula bright
It can't be God or a part of his limb,No.

That's too animistic to believe
a bundle of atoms dispersed in the sky
representing the Hand of God.

God is everywhere
why take a petty nebulous sign in the sky
as God or his digital image?

Stone Age isn't yet over it seems
Humans long for God or his sight
take Him for anything, even Man or his mitt.

God is Man or Man is God?
Let's not say that lest ladies get vexed
incidental images cannot be All-encompassing Truth.

Two weeks left till the deadline. Keep em coming!

One more week, still plenty of time to submit! The more the merrier.

I see other than a hand.

To my eye there is a
crown with four peaks
to its emblazoned image
in the sky.

I see the source of light
from where it erupts,
like a torchbulb or a
searchlight in the bottom
left.

And I see its destruction,
an erupting heaven
that will absorb this
regal image and leave us
with the stars.

Pendragon: Nice use of open-ended questions. I liked your description of "the eternal rift of space."

YesNo: Brief but still managed to get its pure and simple point across effectively.

krymsonkyng: I enjoyed your humorous phrases "high five of a master hand" and "star stuff to snack on."

mazHur: Your message was original and well-written. I liked "Let's not say that lest ladies get vexed."

breathtest: You were the only one not to see the picture as a hand, which made it stand out. I liked "an erupting heaven."

There can be only one winner, and that person is...

mazHur! Choosing to ponder the title "Hand of God" made your poem stand out and gave it a unique standpoint from which to write. Nicely done.

Congrads, mazHur! :seeya:

Thanks, moonbird. Thanks Pen.
Here is the next picture
http://images.nationalgeographic.com...49_600x450.jpg

Bon voyage!!:)

Lights

Beneath the lights that shine above
The people stand. They're thinking of
The stars and lights in play.

So many lights, each one quite small
And weak, but still together all
Make night a fancy day.

Polaris


a candle lit ballroom
making way to heaven
saunters around in time,
while souls sip tea
under the great polaris.

Eyes gaze after the evening
as stars mystically born
give life to the sky,
and sighs of relief
send them straggling home

I am the thousand
nipples of light
that adorn the sky,

and I am released
and watched
by modern priests
of night.

Festival of Light

Through night floating souls
illuminate my world
entranced within thier lost light.

Subtle illusion
like a thousand fireflies
stars sent by men into the sky.

A thousand new aspiring stars
took flight tonight
composed of trash and scrap and hope
and bits of light
they drifted in space like dreamers
to warm the weary heights.

The night is full of lights
Like candles in the wind
Life is a lot like those candles
Too easy to snuff out...

nebula it has seized
expressed itself freed!
bounties full of sparks
jaded and oblete,
orangy warmth and beige
dangling off a scene,
starry eyes are set
reaching out for the skies,
will it come down from heights
and lights up all the hearts?

Hi all

Good input...let more come in!:)
the deadline for the winner is set as 30th instant, right??

Ummmm? BUMP?

Ho hum. Awful quiet in here.

Hi all!

Thanks for submitting your work. Am sorry for delay in announcing the result. Anyway....

The ditties submitted by the contestants are good but the idea bound in cacian's poem being quite subtle and mystically appropriate to the spirit of the picture makes her the WINNER !!

Congrats Cacian... let's have your next picture!

OH MY GOD....I never win anything usually...this is great thank you very much mazHur I am truly flatered!!!:eek::wave:


OK...here is my next picture

http://rlv.zcache.com/magritte_museu...5z85p0_400.jpg

Journey

Each world is but a faucet's drop
That's swallowed by the sea.
The cruise we take will be non-stop
Throughout eternity.

Congrats Cacian!

From a Certain Point of View

Do you find all these images fantastic?
Could it be that your imagination is not elastic!
Every object is not carved in stone nor set in plastic
Each day can be exciting if you want it to
Take off the blinders that prevent you from seeing
Allow possibilities to creep into your being
Don't restrict your heart from believing
Everything depends on one's point of view

Pendragon

Pendragon thank you!!

Um... BUMP?