the blue that run
the red that fun
the white that slunt
it black of tones
sail around the globe
waving a spin
shall earth receive
its purest feel
havens of floats
upmerge the seals.
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the blue that run
the red that fun
the white that slunt
it black of tones
sail around the globe
waving a spin
shall earth receive
its purest feel
havens of floats
upmerge the seals.
Judge needed here, I believe. Cacian?
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Two Gods at Loggerheads.
What a wonderful Universe is this!
Two Gods at loggerhead;
Staring at each other
As if ready to pounce
And rip open their adversary's abdomen
And tear away the heart into stoned daglett!
Oh, What a mix of gods and godliness
A cocktail of Good and Evil, lo!
Ishwar with all its constructive overtures
Failed by countering destructive force of Ehrman
Good versus evil is the norm
Who's winning is open secret
Who will come out as the Winner
All can guess!
The forces of Ishwar and Ehrman
will always be at loggerheads
This universe will continue to be
An arena of two unending opposing forces
Of Good and Evil working at the same time!
Good will remain good no matter
Evil will also seem good no matter
A God will appear as a split-form
To the raw, bewildered eye of us humans
Still doomed with the growing process!
sorry am I suppose to be the judge?Quote:
Originally Posted by moonbird
I do begg your pardon I am so sorry I did not realise....:blush2:
Ok. If I am then I will be giving the results today shortly.
Good luck:smile5:
Ok here we go.
All the poems entered are brilliant.
I enjoyed reading all of them.
YesNo: Journey
Your poem is beautifully written. It is short and captivating. I love every single line.:smile5: the word eternity in the end just closed the poem beautifully.
Pendragon: From a Certain Point of View
A fun, witty lighthearted poem.
I enjoyed the opening line under a question form that answers itself in the last line!
Very clever. Thank you for an enjoyable read!!:smile5:
mazHur: Two Gods at Loggerhead.
Rich imageries. Powerfull and emotional poem. Good and Evil is an excellent theme and says a lot about our present world.
I was somehow hopening for a different ending to the poem...good defeating evil..haha..happily ever after type of thing..but isntead the last lines offered a different open ending for readers who wish to formualte their own thoughts regarding this very important theme of Good versus Evil.
Excellent read too! :smile5:
All three poems are worthy winners to me, but if I have to chose one of the three then it will have to be mazHur, because of it is simply an excellent theme, I enjoyed the contrast of two gods and I have also learned about Ishwar and Ehrman.
Thank you all again and congratulations to
mazHur
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Originally Posted by cacian
Thank you Cacian.
Here is the next picture
http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphot...24712684_n.jpg
Let's go!:)
Is the train a-coming soon?
I need to stow away.
Is the train a-coming soon?
I need to go away.
I got stuck in an awful place.
The habit took my life away.
I got stuck in an awful place.
The habit took my wife away.
Is the train a-coming soon?
I need to stow away.
Is the train a-coming soon?
I need to go away.
I can't work out the picture sorry guys!!!:frown5:
He sits in everything he owns
Oblivious to the trains that come and go
Wrapped in a world that is his alone
Wanting only food and a place to come home
The photographer finds his image thought-provoking
Captured moment that will last
Did he or she give a hand to one who needed it
Or did they snap the shot and turn away?
Pendragon
(C) 2012
Distraught and clutching,
Chest to knees
Can barely draw,
A breathless wheeze
Fruitless purchase,
Fingers quaking
Can't understand,
The words they're making
Passing unseeing glances,
Crows seek scraps on the ground
Pecking frantic by the rails,
I offer meager food stuffs found
Toes grow numb,
As cold sets in
Guilt and loss,
Inside of sin.
Accident
He dropped the weakened, plastic bag
That carried life-supporting grain.
And now he squats. His head is bowed
In prayer to ease his current pain.
Judge anyone?
Oh, sorry, I had just forgotten that I was supposed to judge!
The picture actually shows wastage of food and the guy taking it is a tramp.
None of the poems portrays the issue relating to wastage of food and its consequences. However, to close this contest I find YesNo's ditty quite extempore and somewhat close to the basic idea. Hence I declare YesNo as the winner.
Here is what I might have written
Resources are not inexhaustible
Use them with reasonable care
Eat as much as you can but
For others do some spare.
There are rich and there are poor
both need subsistence for food
The rich must not seize their morsel
or waste it in a manner rude
Better feed a hungry man than waste
the precious food you throw away dear
Fear the night when you will sleep on empty stomach
Fear the day when you'll hunger fear.
Thanks, mazHur!
Here is the next picture. That thing on the right is a gargoyle probably from Notre Dame overlooking Paris.
Deadline: Saturday, May 12th. That would be two weeks from now.
Well done YesNo, and a cool picture. This thread got buried for a while. Might try to come up with something later.
Thanks, jajdude! Looking forward to your poem.
Gargoyle
Daylight:
stony-eyed
lethargic
earth bond
waiting, watching
silent guardian.
Nightfall:
awakening
flesh and bone
rippling muscle
nocturnal flight
fearsome sentry.
Innocently
the city resides
beneath
unaware
of the best
in their midst
locked eternally
in the struggle
between
freedom and
chains.
I realize the deadline for the contest has arrived.
Since Dark Muse is the only entrant, it looks like Dark Muse is the winner. I do like the way the gargoyle was presented with a tension between a chained daytime and free nighttime reality. A worthy win!
Congratulations, Dark Muse!
My computer glitched yesterday when I tried to enter the contest. Congrads, DarkMuse! Sorry you had no competition, but it in no way detracts from your winning poem!
Well even if it was a win by default, thank you. I will work on coming up with the next picture.
I could not get the pic to show directly in the post, when I tried to do it the way I usually do it, it just came out as an x, and I don't know why the attachement doesn't show up with the pic, but you can just click the link to see it.
Deadline May 31
Tips on Using the Pillory Table
One way to keep your date from going far
When she becomes aware of what you are
Is pillory her head inside the table.
Her hands should be locked, too, if you are able.
Then help her sip the wine and scratch her nose
When itches come. She'll like you better then
Though not as much as she's liked saner men.
There are a few who dress in darker clothes
And morbidly prefer this kind of stuff.
When it's your turn, beware, things can get rough.
She stares from her prison at the man in the chair
Wondering if this time she'll be fed
She tries so hard to ignore all the humiliation,
The pain and the stiffness, the heart full of dread
She doesn't know that this all is illusion
A pillory table cooked up by her mind
Old age has provided the pain and paralysis
Her soul is now almost ready to fly
No bonds on this earth, real or imagined
Can bind the spirit when death opens the gates
Weary of battle, starving and unmoving
She is impatient; she simply can't wait
Soul fly away
From the world of seclusion
From the doubt and confusion
For now the solution
Is flying away
Soul fly away
Paradise waits for souls now in prison
Those with darkened vision
Harmed by hurt and division
The time has come to fly away
Death will release her from her pillory table
The soul knows no bonds to hold it in place
Rising up strong from her place of imprisonment
Past earth, moon, and stars; flying away
I see in the corner a pillory table, a man stands beside it
Reading a long manuscript
Calling the name of his next prisoner,
The key in the lock of this temporary enslavement
Soul fly away
Know what lies beyond...
(C) 2012
Pendragon
Gone are those days when women were weak
Past are those nights which women spent in disgust
No more accusations which men can lay on them
No more blames that could make hearts bust.
women are free, no men can harm them as they did
Long before civilization came to their homes
No more torture, pain and agony women will suffer
No more pillory to enslave them on suspicion dooms
Barbarism of the past shall be no more, no more
Men will behave and throw their penance gadgets away
If they don't women now can pay them in the same coin
Pillory, guillotine, the stake-- no more of this nonsense to play.
Box 17
Awash in red: The lines,
the times; the pillory'd
postmortems that shriek
to the eternities only to
languish as the vanities
of the ragtag and bobtail
Awake ! and write if only
with cankerous and withered
hand to feast upon what
foolscap is available; for
every revolution begins with
one word, one idea, one man
5/24/2012 r.
Thank you every one, there was a tough call to make:
YesNo: This one made me laugh. I quite enjoyed the bit of dark humor which you used. It was a fun poem to read and captured the image well.
mazHur: I thought your interpretation was interesting, as a retrospect upon the past, I liked the way in which your poem provides a reversal to the image and I thought it had a good message behind it, while still being a bit playful in nature.
tailor STATELY: A very interesting poem, I had to read this one a few times. I thought it was quite unique, though I am not entirely certain I understand it all I did very much enjoy reading it. It grabbed my attention, and provided some great imagery. The first line was a powerful start.
And the winner is.......
Pendragon: Superbly written. I loved the originality of the poem and the way in which you really made the image your own while still keeping the essence of it. I quite enjoyed the more metaphysical interpretation of your poem. Some very profound imagery, and so much depth.
Thanks Dark Muse!
Next image: http://images.wikia.com/pirates/imag...ds_End_art.jpg
Contest ends June 30
No takers? Where my poets at!! :nonod::nonod::nonod:
Blue
Blue delight,
Moonlit, bright
Overall,
Waterfall:
Stars stand out
While we shout.
Down it goes!
Where? Who knows?
a mirage
amidst a frame rests
a beautiful sketch
of ceiling blue shrays
and
moonlight arrays
seas and skiy high
stars and bright night
lit above barge
that has reached
its shrude stop
awaiting for ropes
from a ship steering hopes.
Journey to World's End
At world's end
in uncharted waters
beyond a starless sky,
journey beyond eternity
where there awaits
greater mystery,
only brave souls
dare to trespass
in search of wonders
never even dreamed,
be hearty lads
rough waters lie ahead
and storms never imagined,
the time is near
to plunge forth
into the vast unknown.
Any more takers? Still ten days left. If you don't enter, you cannot win!
The winner is (Drumroll, please!) ******cacian******* I think it was the part about "ropes and hopes" that gave this poem the edge over DarkMuse's "vast unknown" and Yesno's "Down it goes!/Where? Who knows?"
Congrats, cacian!
Hey Pendragon thank you very much!!
and now here is a picture I think might inspire fellow poets
Ok it is not a picture picture but it is a picture with words and why not!!:wink5:
http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-...47210990_n.jpg
Awkward
Sunday morning: oh, last night
Was nice, I guess. How would I know?
The sun provides a better light.
I have to ask: where did you go
And who's that laying in our bed?
Yeah. Just my luck. They both look dead.
Blackout
She lies there languid, in pale beauty
ahh what a shame that I do not even recall her name,
that I would kiss her cold lips
and whisper in her ear, but alas she will hear me no more,
her death remains a mystery
for I have so little memory,
I live in a world prone to black oblivion,
it is to my grave remorse that this has happened before,
poor sweetlings, fall like angels before temptation,
but so little harm I am sure I intend, somewhere
between now and then it all goes awry,
so I find myself again with my beautiful corpse,
my lover in the night, would it be too much to ask,
once to awaken to living breathing flesh?
The bodies are piling high, and my morning labors
wear upon my soul, grim work lies ahead
while the rest of the world wakes in sunshine.
I took granddad out to eat Father's Day
He's ninety-five and in poor health at best
His kidney's sometimes work without warning
An I hated to, but I had to ask...
"Granddad do you have on a clean diaper?"
He grinned, slapped his but, and said
"Depends, m'boy!" "Depends on what?" I asked
Talk about awkward...
I had a dear buddy who had diabetes real bad
He lost his left leg in the end...
I went to keep him company, watch the ball game
But he looked so afraid and so sad
I had to say something, but I messed up again
"Cheer up! You're acting like you've got one foot in the grave!
Talk about awkward...
I once knew a lady with a beautiful dog
Half shepherd and half collie, I think
Sweet as can be, wonderful with her kids
But she got ran over in front of the bank
She cried and sank into depression, scared me to death
I said "Connie, what's wrong? You look like you lost your best friend!"
Talk about awkward...
Some old friends of mine had marital problems
But they reconciled after a month
Around nine months later a baby girl arrived
Why can't I just keep my big mouth shut?
I was holding her and I said in all innocence I swear
"You know, she reminds me of Eddie the mailman!"
Talk about awkward...
Pendragon
(C) 7/18/2012
Ok here are the results for the winner of this picture entry, I think all three are winners and each is a real gem to read but and because I have to chose one only then the congratulations go to:
Pendragon for the very witty litlle snapshots of stanzas type stories/prose!!:D :hurray:
Where's our new picture, Pen?
Thanks, cacian! Sorry, folks, I had Internet issues. Here's the next picture. Background: I shot this picture below an old Confederate iron furnace used in the American Civil War. There was a skirmish fought there. Some call these orbs ghostly energy caught on film. I have a differing opinion, so your poems can be about anything concerning this picture or its history. Good luck. Tentative cut off date for entries is Aug 15. Write poets, write!
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