yeah, me too - i think this is a really great thread, and tons of people would join if it was more obvious!!
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yeah, me too - i think this is a really great thread, and tons of people would join if it was more obvious!!
i'm down with that, i like the connection b/w a picture and words, makes work for pictures fun.
only 5 more days till i can post up my poem :D how exciting!
Well, as the unspoken rule goes, there will probably be an extension of time anyway. ;)
Yeah! A STICKY! The squeaky wheel gets greased! :thumbs_up
I wish blondeheart, the starter of this thread, was here to witness this. She tried so hard to gain other's interest in this thread.
when does the the judging begin...?
Thanks to whichever mod took up the suggestion and made it stick. :)
No worries! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Petrarch's Love
We are being judged all the time... Be warned... Be very, very warned!Quote:
Originally Posted by Triskele
Funny, you know
How time presses forward
In scenes such as these --
And you call me a coward!
Sit tight and I'll show you
Ambition's the key
To removing the madness,
Miss Earth? Who is she?
Have you noticed I see it?
The thing passing by
Oh there -- to the side now
That man with one eye.
Sit tightly! I'll teach you
To see what is there
Relax - Watch the teacher
Don't worry, I'll share.
Remember the task now
Look closely, you'll see
Right there - by the trashcan
The real world? Who's he?
it ends on the 7th right? maybe i should end my 2 week procrastination and post mine soon....
Please don't wait for me. I haven't worked on this one. I've been a little busy.
Either way, concluded or not, I'm going for it; straight from the mind of me (me being he who scribes freely) to you. Don't "achew' this one away because it's off the top of my fatigued mind in one day - after hold need for rest at bay and stashed away... One day again allowed to show itself and play... Anyway, here I go...
P.S. After attempting to quickly review the picture I previously bore my eyes upon, I realized that I am either typing in a different thread that what was reviewed, or they changed to a new picture within an instant... huh. I'm currently torn between two, so, what should I do. I'll obviously choose one or the other and go from there, so I see no point in further pondering the dilemma.
Lacy metal overpass,
I've seen shades of the greenest grass,
Among other shades are cool glades,
'Twas beside a brick barrier, fortifier, or gate,
'Twas of perfect use, when shown irate,
'Tis of induced serenity when near,
What is there to fear here... nothing,
Even the trees cast sightly songs of peace,
A true place of freely existing,
All who've seen left missing and longing,
Picture this long and tapered entrance of stone,
Stone that reflects radiantly... all shown,
Behind stone of romancing,
'Tis many 'o species prancing,
Faint singsong stretches my way,
This home reminds me of pure joy within today,
Seeing species casts at me meanings,
If I weren't there I'd still not it's steaming hot,
Almost as Palm Springs, but not,
Picture this threefold heat mold,
Though humidity keeps a far from deep fold,
'Tis shallow,
For whom can swim?
Not I,
Perfect.
First and foremost, I'd like to apologize for any drastic punctuational mishaps, for I'm far from faliliar with correctly punctuation poetry; as well as writing it....here you are...Oh, slightly botched here and there but I'm sure there'll be more of these awards... Right?
ok....here it is.
"The Conversation"
Branching from the orb of human existence
Enclosing my thoughts in designer bags
As I step from my building
With the others, all identical with tags
Hello, it’s me, I’m calling
Sorry, but I’m terrible with names
Just thought I’d be remembered
An exception in midnight games
Only freckled neon that surrounds me
Red lipstick and red lights a brush from bright
Yet my dim composure insidiously blinds me
Trading livelihood for bitter sight
Just hoped you got home safe
Watched the news, I think there was a storm
You left so quickly
What scene did you perform?
My mind turns to sweeter days
When the heart, boundless, sunk its teeth
Back then misty evenings had no ways
Ending nights with sheets beneath
Oh, I’m terribly sorry
Will your mother be okay?
You used my favorite story
Lies are great fillers of the day
A passion becomes clandestine then turns to dust
Impaled by carnal candles from the gut
My fingers pinch the cell phone, kills candle’s flame
Door creaks open, found the window firmly shut
Do tell me when we meet again
Preferably when you are coldest to touch
Don’t bother with a note this time
Easier when there is emptiness to clutch
Immune to city smoke selling whispers
Retching from the alienation of my soul
Crosswalk lined with paths of solitude and hiding
The looming darkness of urban control
I’ll have to call you back.
Postscript: Did I manage a placing? Oh, or are we not racing. Of how many weeks wait would you say I'm facing? Face to facing with a mere inch spacing. Well, I suppose I should have been pacing; however, no regrets in life, I'm macing. Not really though, because I don't boast. Not really lucky so I'm never acting cocky; for he who saw me, has permission to sock me, should I be blinging and singing of winning and chanting of prizes that are dies, roll and see how long ye cries. Tis this which I despise, mellow dramatic sadistic sadness to rob ye of all gladness. Matsiah's blast is madness. Anyway, you people who wonder what the devil does, will probably see this sporadic sadness plastered automatic. I don't think, I'm scribe addict. DONE! NOW! UGGHHH!!!!