Form Poem Contest

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Originally Posted by AuntShecky

What's the deadline for the "Litany" contest?

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Thank you, Aunt Shecky! I forgot that is part of the requirements. The deadline for submission is August 24th.

Fifth and Pen, thanks for getting things off to a great start. These fit the form exactly. Great entries!

Venture All

Venture into the depths alone.
Venture into the lesser known.
Venture into the reefs you dare.
Venture into the vast somewhere.
Venture into the tropical regions.
Venture into the foreign legions.
Venture into the echoing sound.
Venture into the safer ground.
Venture into the stock and trade.
Venture into the life you've made..

i want to forget all the pain
i want to forget my years of restrain
i want to forget how to feel
i want to forget what`s real
i want to forget how to wake
i want to forget that i`m a mistake
i want to forget my mind`s confusion
i want to forget of joy`s illusion
i want to forget my lowly place
i want to forget your beautiful face....

I curse the land for the bridge it forms
I curse the air which forms a barrier
I curse the water that covers the distance
I curse my feet for not walking
I curse my mind for doubting
I curse my wallet for its moths
I curse you for being unmovable
I curse my heart that keeps beating
I curse my soul which keeps loving
I curse life which keeps going
I curse this distance between us
I curse time and my impatience
I curse death that it won't reunite us

I curse our love, that we cannot be togethor

I gather in the shelves, through dewey eyes;
I am childhood fears made into pictures;
I am the maps of paths that bring surprise;
I am wood and stone and metal fixtures;

I am the courses of the months and years;
I am feasts that you have not learnt to make;
I am a poet's loss and evening tears;
I am a chronicle of grave mistake;

I am a war made cold and dry and stale;
I am technology of flame and steel;
I am a peace in blood to make you pale;
I am supposed to try and make you feel;

I am the heart of criminal intent;
I am a science-fiction trope gone wild;
I am the voice of beaten jailed dissent;
I am a manual for a new-born child;

I am about the monsters of the id;
I am a stakeholder report made plain;
I am a pleasure maybe better hid;
I am machinery but used in vain;

I am conspiracy built out of fact;
I am a yearbook of a vanished school;
I am a tale of presidential act;
I am a teacher's words used as a tool;

I am sections periodically bound;
I am a guide to other guides not found;
I am a country travelogue, now see!
I am a shopping catalogue, choose me!

(librarian's response)

I know you all want dearly to be read
But nightfall comes; I'm putting you to bed.

I can tell now this is going to be a tough one to judge. I've put an ad in the paper for some extra help. :lol:

Excellent entries everyone!

Congratulations, firefangled, on winning the contest. I've been out of town, and just returned. I thought your poem was lovely.

And it looks like you've chosen a very interesting form for the next contest. I see there are some amazing entries already!

Someday I want to hold your hand in a night of falling stars
Someday I want to hold your hand while wading in a silver stream of hope
Someday I want to hold your hand, feel it pressed, palm to palm, to mine
Someday I want to hold your hand, and feel you warm and full of life
Someday I want to hold your hand, and watch you sleep and dream
Someday I want to hold your hand, and laugh, and feel it running out our soles
Someday I want to hold your hand, and lose myself in the truth I see in you
Someday I want to hold your hand and feel your hand hold mine

And then I’ll know
And then I’ll know
And then I’ll know

TIDY

She tidied up her hair.
She tidied up her clothes.
She tidied up her husband's suits.
She tidied up her children's toys.
She tidied up her home.
She tidied up her garden.
She tidied up her life.

Then she tidied up her coffin.

I am so happy with the response to this challenge. These are all very original and excellent Litanies.

12 days left until the deadline. Let's go poets, I know you are out there!

The Meatitudes

Blessed be this pond that cannot resist stealing my face,
for it longs for winter and my magnificent image frozen for eternity.

Blessed be the flower that bears my sacred name,
for every other bloom in spring shall wilt in its presence.

Blessed be the Nereids of the sea and the Nymphs of the woods,
for they drown and they rot from my indifference to them.

Blessed be the soft voice that echoes in the hills,
for she wails and mourns for my spurned love.

Blessed be the mountains that long to touch the sky,
for they are made anthills by my towering stature.

Blessed be the graying sky, which ages in envy for my youth, and the clouds that weep at the lack of the beauty that is mine.

Blessed be the sun, always and ever outshone by my golden luminosity,
that burns with jealousy for my ever-burning brilliance.

Blessed be the ordinary mortals, for they are tiny satellites, forever doomed
to revolve around the perfect circle of the world that is

Me.

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nice litany Aunt Shecky

Hi Aunty! Thanks for your Litany. Good to see you here!

Just a reminder to everyone, the contest ends at midnight 8/24. There are thee more days and four nights.

Go pay a visit to Hotel Insomnia and get your posts in. :lol:

The eye talks rivers under leaves.
The eye moves a story on a screen.
The eye leads what cannot be spoken.
The eye builds frames for what is.
The eye locks imagination under the sea.
The eye is globe for hidden dreams.
The eye is a worm chewing icons of lust.
The eye is a long spiral blanketing dust.
The eye is comfort when shovels tire.
The eye is a strategy for containing each pile.
The I is hidden behind each of these.