Congrats and welcome to the poetry contests, Cassie!
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Congrats and welcome to the poetry contests, Cassie!
I hope I'm wrong, but I fear Cassie may be running as hard as she can in a desperate attempt to catch up with heartwing.
Thanks so much. :)
Sorry for the delay but have been in the depths of Cumbria and unfortunately had little to no access to wifi.
As I have been walking Hadrians Wall I declare the next subject to be A Wall. Make of it what you will.
Deadline in a couple of weeks.
Glad you're still with us and sorry to have spread rumors of your demise. :)
Almost not too far from the truth. Falling down hills is not to be recommended!
a wall
can fall
when the margin
is tall
the idea is to
to remain
small
so
when
gravity calls
it has
nothing to hold
absence is the
reason it has a licence
withdrawn
Every wall is a door. Ralph Waldo Emerson http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/3182...wall-is-a-door
What’s obvious may not be true,
But that don’t mean it’s not.
Reality has sent me you
Both in my way, and helpful, too.
I’m glad what I have got.
I'm sorry to hear about your tumbling down, Cassie. I sincerely hope you did not emulate Jack and break your crown. It seems Hadrian's Wall still has tricks up its stony sleeve. And with the likes of ennison on the other side, one can only thank God. (Just kidding). Congratulations on your victory laurels. Don't sit on 'em. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassie Hughes
Nope, crown is intact but bum and elbow still complaining. Not easy sitting on anything atm ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Pompey Bum
Great to see entries already! Woo!
Bum is always complaining, though little good it does him. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassie Hughes
Hadrian's Wall.
From Segedunum
Where the boats come in,
Segedunum!
A name echoed along the Tyne
By the pounding steam hammers of another Empire
Also gone. You emerge,
Along the foggy River, as straight as sight,
To Pons Aelius, where the Toon Army musters,
On to Condercum, Vindobala and Hunnum,
Euclidean lines set in stone,
Regimentally following the flow of lithe waters,
Rising mile by milecastle,
Procolita, Vercovicium,
Along the ridgy million postcarded Whin Sil,
And older ink-on-wood "Greetings from Vindolanda."
Dipping into the pass, past Kevin's sycamore tree,
Down Fort and Castle stepping, stopping, stones,
Aesica, Magnis, Banna.
At Camboglanna the Celtic sea is seen inlet
Beyond Uxelodudum, City of the flood.
Somewhere on that beach was your end,
Where sandcastles built by Children
Are washed away.
How does one follow that ^?Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
So be it, here's my take...
Joshua Fought the Battle of Eagle Pass
Joshua wandered among the grapefruit orchards,
down in the valley along the Rio Grande.
Toting a tin kazoo, couldn’t afford a trumpet,
it hung from his neck by a yucca strand.
With him too, was a dog named Ronnie,
a bamboo pole, some string and a hook.
Heading down to the big river
to drop a line, get a drink and take look.
Pushing through some Texas Snakeweed,
their progress had been squandered,
by a stone wall made of caliche.
No fish, no quench, no view…they pondered.
Ronnie barked an old testament recollection,
how the Israelites brought down a wall in Berlin
blowing Rams horns on the seventh day.
Joshua understood, it’s time to taste some tin!
Drawing thirty bushels of Valley air,
Joshua produced a destructive harmonic tune.
Caliche started to crack and crumble,
alerting a pants suited queen and her New York buffoon.
Now desperate, the buffoon wedged orange hair chinkers
into the incessant web of spalling stone.
The cankled queen shot email lasers,
that were deflected by Ronnie’s chrome plated bone.
The wall was destroyed by a humble kazoo.
Peace mingled with dust, settled in the valley.
Joshua caught a perch, Ronnie slaked his thirst,
and now all can see the shimmering Rio Grande.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsEmF9urYDk
Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
That's how! :smilielol5:
Great stuff guys! This is going to be so difficult to judge.Will give you til next weekend methinks. :nod:
Walls
The Great Wall Of China
The Wall Of Troy
The Western Wall of Israel
Hadrian’s Wall
The Wall of Berlin
The Nicosia Wall
The Korean Wall
The Nicosia Wall
The Mexico–United States barrier
TheTurkey-Syria barrier
The Hungarian border barrier
Have I left anything out?
... an anagrammatic representation of the poemA Wall
"The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams
best a shroud -
gaze within the wind
where the dewcup skies
become richer
and ponder a wall
9/9/2016
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Some great entries here guys. You have 24 hours left before I announce the winner.
Such a pity Pendragon withdrew but there were so many great entries and I have found this a very difficult decision.
Walls can be both physical and mental and I love the different takes on the theme you have all come up with. Being very new to all this I'm not sure about forms or type and am simply going with the one that appealed to me most. I appologise if it is not 'the done thing' but here goes.
I declare the winner to be..... Prendrelemick with Hadrian's Wall. Well done. :thumbsup:
Congrats Prendrelemick!
Prendrelemick, congrats!
Thankyou very much.
Ok we've had Walls, next subject is BRIDGES
Congratulations prendrelemick. Last night I helped my granddaughter with her poem "Tending Fences" inspired by Maya Angelou's "Caged Bird" and Robert Frost's "Mending Wall". What a joy!
There is no bridge from here to there.
The river’s flooding down below.
Ten years from now I will not care
That there’s no bridge from here to there
But now the water’s rushing so.
That's brilliant tailor, Grandaughters are the best thing about getting - shall we say mature.Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
At the Wooden Bridge
On the pathway of life, up ahead
Is a long and narrow wooden bridge
It connects where I am to where I may be
The opportunity offered, the choice left to me
Does this bridge lead to a new exotic land
Or will it only retrace a path I've already been
I must stop and look at each side of it--
Do I cross this bridge, or should I burn it?
Pendragon
9/12/2016
Nice poem, Yes/No, on feels the water flowing throug it. Isn´t there a small typo in the third line?Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Yes, there is. Thanks for pointing it out, Danik. I'll change the second "now" to "not". I was also thinking of the story you wrote about the flooding when I wrote this.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn.
As all around the sirens chafe
And wind devours my peace of mind.
Above the raging noise of hurt
I hear my name called from the void.
The peace it offers comforts heart
that flutters in this man made cage.
There is no haven from the strife
My fingers scrabble, nails are rent
and tocsins wail as through the grief
I tumble, wind tossed, lost and blind.
Through silent rushing air I burst,
No call to save me or to guide
My soul away from being cursed.
Into the deeps, I am released.
Never mind. I learned a new word
Softer Step Through Bridges
Alala !
Sing o' bridled unicorn -
torn petal's musk mane
Trot high hills
Softer step through bridges
Dance wheresoever a natural
tanabata arena raised
The dead decide rage -
silent ghosts twiddle wink
Unmind why...
Heigh-ho !
9/16/2016
An anagram of a quote by Harry Styles of
"One Direction" re: Bridge/Girlfriend/Candles
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Anybody else?
Sex is like Bridge. You need
A good partner or a good hand.
But more than that, you need
To each attend and understand.
To start simply and slowly,
To build rapport and gently to expand
Your repertoire. Increasing trust,
Acceding to demands
And suggestions with implicit faith.
No fear, no urge to reprimand.
Communication, tacit and overt,
Spontaneous and planned.
Careful observation leads to empathy,
Frees adventurous spirits and
Ultimately, amounts to telepathy.
Ok then.
YesNo. Very short, but alot going on beyond the words. Not the sort of thing you read once and move on. I recognised the sentiment.
Pendragon. Yesno needed a bridge, you have one but don't know wether to cross or not - a timeless question. Perhaps a little too straightforwards in language to describe a metaphorical situation.
Cassie. After the fourth reading it began to open up. there's something interesting in every line, a poem you can really mine for meaning. I hope it's not autobiographical.
Tailor Stately. You almost had me at bridled unicorn! A poem born of bridges, but hard to cross.
Spikepipsqueek. My Granny taught me bridge, and sex can be like snakes and ladders sometimes. Nevertheless a good idea well executed.
And the winner by a short head is...... YesNo
Well done Yes/No.
Sorry Mick for not participating, the subject was ripe for a follow up to "walls".
Life is too hectic for the time being.
Congratulations YesNo. Well deserved :)
Thanks, prendrelemick! And Gilliatt Gurgle and Cassie Hughes!
The next topic is Halloween or spooky stuff.
Congratulations YesNo !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks, tailor STATELY!
I put in my calendar October 18th, two weeks from now, as the end of the contest.
Night fears.
When you wake in the night
And you're choking in fright
And you see only black
Like your head's in a sack
And you only surmise
You've opened your eyes
'Cos the dark has your face
In a smothering embrace.
And your heckles are rising
Your brain's energising,
A shudder up your spine
From a primeval time
Tells you beware!
There's something out there.
Then will you hear
With a sharp thrill of fear
The lift of a latch;
A feint snicker-snatch,
And your mind screams to shout
'Cos you know without doubt
The Red Legged Scissor-man is here.