Thanks, Taylor for setting the thread in motion again.
Congrats. Yes/No.
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Thanks, Taylor for setting the thread in motion again.
Congrats. Yes/No.
Words: 1 Peter 2:9 KJV
when worldly rhetoric speaks
context weaves her spin - where lies
slither in susurration
a peculiar people seeks
heartfelt prayer; the still small voice;
covenants: eternal life
6/13/2016
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Words
Offensive words
Cut like swords.
Dipped in wine...
Words open every shrine.
Whispered into the eager ear
tenderly at night!
They turn darkness into light!
But be they weapons, baits or tokens of love
Bound in strings or without bonds
Their meanings are always far beyond
them!
Time is up for the contest! Thanks to all who entered.
tailor STATELY: I liked the idea of mentioning "heartfelt prayer" as well as "lies" are both examples of the use of words.
Danik 2016: I liked the idea at the end that the meanings of words "are always far beyond them".
I enjoyed both entries.
The winner, the one to continue the contest, is Danik 2016! Congratulations!
Hearty thanks, Yes/No.
Our next subject is: Migrant people, Migrant countries.
Deadline: Sunday, July 3rd.
Congratulations Danik 2016 !
Thanks Taylor!:)
The winter months we’re planting trees
From Georgia west to Texas
And home is somewhere in some hills
Where costs are cheap. We pay our bills
The worst we feel are taxes.
In autumn there are harvests of
Ripe apples and blueberries
And home is somewhere else than here
Our families though we would keep near.
With seasons treasure varies.
Spring and summer we are home.
We have our gardens, too,
And home is somewhere, anywhere.
We take a breath, right here, right there,
Right everywhere we do.
Peripatetic (Non-Aristotelian)
We're a migrant people; stardust in our genes
Nomadic sensibilities spur us forward
Where grass is greener; to satisfy our dreams
(displaced war-torn peoples - whole countries made
migrant creating families adriftfodder affecting bloodstained state's fortunes)
the raging seas of strife; political
We'll inherit the stars after we gain the means
To navigate celestial winds - coming shoreward
Once learning eternal truths from He who redeems
7/2/2016
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks for your contribuitions, Yes/No and Taylor!:)
Deadline is approaching, if anyone wants to still enter.
migrant people
they roam across
the globe
losing their hope
to an end of time probe
because their identity
scope
is sudden to
anticipate slope
I enjoyed the three poems very much. What I liked best was that migration gained three very different interpretations.I apologyse for my bad knowledge of metricals specially as regarding English poetry. So I'll leave them out of the comments:
Yes/No:
Migration of the working families is bound up with the agricultural chores which each season demands and the agricultural treasures that each seasons yelds. That sense of being on the move is given by the repetition: "Home is somewhere, anywhere".
I liked the wordplay Texas x taxes;)
Taylor Stately:
An interesting form blending two concepts of migration:
On a more religious, existential level, we humans are all migrants and life on earth is but a station of our migration.
This meaning is indicated in the poem by the parts written in bold.
But out of middle of this dominant idea emerges a second meaning: the migration motivated by political reasons. In contrast with the dominant idea they are seen as a part of the transitory human journey. They are eartly journeys whithin a greater journey and therefore appear unemphasized and within brackets.
cacian
Another harmonious blend of content and form. Cacian´s poem focuses on the migration for political reasons: the migrants that lose their permanent home, lose their sense of identity and belonging, they ultimatelly lose everything.
The form of the poem antecipates too the slope of despair. At the word scope the smoother inicial rythm hardens and the poem seems to tumble down the two last verses.
Hard choice!
Congratulations to all!
The winner is Taylor Stately!
Thank you ! Enjoyed the other entries also.
Next Subject: Home... deadline: the end of the day in 2-weeks 7/20/2016 PDT
Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in. Robert Frost, The Death of the Hired Man http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem...s/detail/44261
Adventures, when they need to pause
And give us yearnings to look back
To what we thought we were before,
To people we then trusted more,
Remind us of some home we lack.
We could return we know because
Whatever’s there is there today.
Whatever changes we’ve been through
There’s something that resists what’s new
And cannot vanish in some way.
Deadline in about 25 hours...
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
... about 7-hours to go till deadline; ready , set, write !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Congratulations YesNo !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks, tailor STATELY!
The next topic is "patience".
Deadline: at least two weeks from today.
Congrats, Y/N!
I especially love those last two lines. Nice work, YesNo.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Thank you, heartwing and Danik!
Patience is a virtue,
not a science.
It doesn´t teach me
how to finish
this poem with elegance.
Thank you, Danik, for the entry!
There is still time to enter this contest.
True to the Faith
to truly endure to the end
implies a patience unspoken
for charity suffereth long
7/25/2016
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thank you, tailor STATELY! Now we have a real contest.
There is still time for others to enter!
With a Side of Impatience...
I don't have the patience to what for the time
When you choose to notice me
I walk among you, looking for a sign
But your eyes are trained to see me not
I don't have the patience to wait until
You finally hear what I am trying to say
I cry out for comfort and you never care
Your ears are trained to hear me not...
I don't have the patience to wait for the moment
You allow me to be me by any sense
You may not hear and you may not see
For your brain is trained to understand me not...
My patience is gone for constantly having
To explain why I am the way I am
Since you don't see, hear, or understand me
I really need you not...
Pendragon
7/25/2016
Thanks, Pendragon! This is definitely a contest now.
More entries! More entries!
Contest ends Friday morning, August 5th.
patience is slow
but it takes you there
where you go
because
where time
may not mind
it finds
waiting is a cure
for dating
when going
off
is waiting
Contest is over! Thank you for all the entries.
Danik 2016: I liked the idea that one needs more than patience.
tailor STATELY: I liked the idea of suffering associated with patience.
Pendragon: This would be an argument against being too patient.
cacian: I agree that the slowness of patience still gets one where one wants to go.
Thank you for the contributions! The winner is tailor STATELY! Congratulations!
Congrats, Tailor!
Pen, it ocurred to me that on LitNet we never see, but sometimes we hear each other!
Cacian: I agree with you!
Congrats, Tailor!
Thank you all !
(From the LitNet tag cloud) Next Subject: Anything to do with humor or humour, if you prefer. Deadline in about 2-weeks.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Humor feeds the heart of man
With what he hopes is true
And woman feels she likely can
Do what she’d want to do.
And anyone is happy when
A joke pops through the air
Since giggles entertain us then
So we no longer care.
This poem is a simple one.
It rhymes and sounds like verse.
I hope that when it’s finally done
It don’t make matters worse.
Thank you YesNo for giving us a worthy start !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Exit, Laughing
Gallows humor is what you use
When your lot in life becomes infused
With horrors that leave you confused
As to which path you should pursue
The humor is black, a raven hue
That should give the hearer a clue
From words said and tone construed
I laugh to prevent feeling used...
Pendragon
8/11/2016
Acrostic on Humour.
How is it, when I see your face,
Under the spotlights telltale glare,
My skin grows cold, my heart does race,
Off and away my legs would hare.
Unleash my fears, bring darkness down,
Reveal yourself, dread white faced clown.
Woo hoo ! Three entries: more, more...
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Let's make the deadline Tuesday the 23rd August 2016... at the end of the day PDT.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
YesNo:
Subject: How Humor Can Make Things Better Or Worse
Form: Quatrain(s)
Sillybibbles: 7 6 8 6... 8 6 8 6... 8 6 9 6 (take the pairs and you get 13 14... 14 14... 14 15)
ABAB CDCD EFEF
My favorite line: “A joke pops through the air”
Pendragon:
Subject: Gallow's humor: “a witticism in response to a hopeless situation” (google)
Form: The Blues
Sillybibbles: 8 9 8 8 9 8 7 8 (+1-1+0 +1-1-1 +1... 23 32 23 23 32 23 [7 (prime)] 23)
AaaBBBba
My favorite line: “The humor is black, a raven hue”
Cassie Hughes:
Subject: Clowns!
Form: Acrostic
Sillybibbles: 8 8 8 8 8 8
ABABCC
My favorite line: “Off and away my legs would hare.”
I enjoyed the various approaches to humor. Each poem has a quality I would have liked to see expanded. I declare the winner to be our newest participant Cassie Hughes... congratulations to all !