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Can I enter this contest by just posting my poem as I have done? I have also posted this poem on another thread. Is that ok by the rules of the contest? Thanks
A Confession
I crushed a flower in my hand to hide
it from those who would not understand
why I picked it up; to save
it from being trampled or
to touch it, as soft
as a girl’s throat,
as scarlet
as sin.
Why?
Yes, that's the very thing. Welcome and thanks for entering.Quote:
Originally Posted by chevalierdelame
Don't forget. This contest will end a midnight tonight in my local time, and winner will get the news within twelve hours.
I declare chevalierdelame the winner, because the poem seems to fit the form relatively well.
Chevalierdelame, it's your turn now.
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Originally Posted by chevalierdelame
Thank you, PeterL.
The next form is the Rondelet.
The Rondelet is a brief French form of poetry. It consists of one stanza, made up of seven lines. This is the basic structure:
Line 1 :: A -- four syllables
Line 2 :: b -- eight syllables
Line 3 :: A -- repeat of line one
Line 4 :: a -- eight syllables
Line 5 :: b -- eight syllables
Line 6 :: b -- eight syllables
Line 7 :: A -- repeat of line one
The refrained lines should contain the same words, however - substitution or different use of punctuation on the lines is common.
The contest will end on 20th May and the winner will be announced within 24 hours.
I see no better way than the newcomer to kick it off!!
Which way to turn...
If the heart feels the need to yearn
Which way to turn...
If inside we can feel it burn
Is it enough cause for concern
Should that feeling ever return
Which way to turn?
Welcome and Thank you for entering, colb2.
You are welcome, may we enter more than one? That was a quick one that was thought of in the car.
The setting sun
Is diving through the frozen bay.
The setting sun
Will splash the coming night in play
Through light and so departs the day.
Unconscious? Conscious, in its way,
The setting sun.
Sorry, I don't think you can. You can edit your poem if you feel like it. But I like it as it is.Quote:
Originally Posted by colb2
Thanks for the entry, YesNo.
We need more entries, please. Try to do something with the punctuation of the repeated lines. That's interesting.
The contest will close in a week's time.
As it doesn't seem there will be any more entries, I'll close this round and declare the winner.
colb2- I liked your poem especially the lines
"Is it enough cause for concern
Should that feeling ever return"
YesNo- I found the imagery of your poem very interesting.
I think both poems conform to the form very well.
And I declare YesNo the winner for this round. The question and the answer, "Unconscious? Conscious, in its way," decided me.
Thanks
Thank you, chevalierdelame!
The next form will be a limerick.
Deadline: June 18th.
Twits on Twitter
You think you are such a great wit
but your Tweets just make you a twit
if only you weren't a fool
believing you are cool
but you really just sound like a chit.
Limerick
There was a young man who had to live
in a sealed coffin from nine to five,
when asked why he did it
he said, 'Don't be an eejit,
why else do I do it but to live?'
One there was a man from Lost Lake
Who complained to the law: "For Christ's sake!
If the monster doesn't exist
Then who the hell did all this?
How much does a man have to take!"
Horsing around
Rocinante got it on with a pony
Deaf to the pleas of Quixote
The owners beat them
"Don't do it again!"
But Rocinante ignored them, he's horny
Closed eyes, unable to see
Mind rampant, how to decree
Heart alone, so predictably
Stay strong, anticipate wishfully
Life's long, you're no detainee
Actually, this one is me. My account had problems, long story. Oddball no loner exists, it was just me, Pendragon, trying to figure out what I did with my password....
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Originally Posted by oddball
YesNo i think this one is up :)
BUMP!
A poet known to us as YesNo
Have you forgotten it's your turn to go?
This contest cannot be fudged
It's your turn to judge
May we expect closure in a day or so?
:wave:
Sorry, I have lost track. I will have these ready by tomorrow.
Sorry for the late response.
Dark Muse: I liked the "tweets" and the "twits" on the second line the best.
chevalierdelame: It made sense. If that's what he had to do, that's what he had to do.
oddball (aka Pendragon): Yeah, it must have been the monster.
mal4mac: I guess I can't blame Rocinante.
colb2: We are not detainees. The heart alone left me confused.
I enjoyed them all. Sorry again for the late response.
The winner is mal4mac!
Congratulations!
Congrats, mal4mac!
Thanks YesNo, and thanks to Cervantes for the inspiration.
I've just re-read Alice in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass, so the form I want to see everyone have a go at is one stanza of a nonsense poem in the style of Jabberwocky:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jabberwocky
Here's my entry. Not really, just an example, it might be in the spirit of the work to vote for myself, but I will resist :hat:
"Smoothrighty"
'Twas hiffling, and the swifty cloves
Did jamp and jigger in the skein;
All slothly were the godoboves,
And the light sous verklein.
Beware the time limit, my sons and daughters! 8:58 am BST, 17 August is the deadline.
T'was evening and her painted toes
Did curl and straighten out again
Ah smoothly moved the passion's flow
And she moaned out loud again
When evening scents the Mithal trees
To please the frickle nose of night,
With eager ease she wildeyed sees
The darkness through delight.
“Make haste and run away with me.
Your father feigntful wants us gone.
We’ll cross the Leewild Forest be
Away when dusk calls dawn.”
But she would not ride off with him
Though handly fair of husky form,
Though strongly slim, sweet Gildawim
Would not offend the norm.
“Ride now! The night is begging you.
The stilblink stars will shine till late.
And when we do, the Precids, too,
Will fantasize our fate.”
She hesitates behind the door
That firmly guards what’s in from harm
And on the floor the Shiftwindmor
Cries out in sly alarm:
“Beware the boy behind that man
Who calls you through that pretty face
Though pleasure can be wild....” She ran
And caught him through embrace.
When evening scents the Mithal trees
To please the frickle nose of night,
With eager ease she wildeyed sees
The darkness through delight.
twas a lily pythee
through raucous
crackled sythee
for a many whsitles lighty
blew to it tinets pierce full
errands gored
the sound was emit
but life stilled nothing was widdled.
Sand Between Me Toes / A Jabber Walk
The whalevyrne creach'd
whilst I combay'd the beach
O! What a geist and a tunder !
Krillsnax gave crush, to that
which had smitherto launch'd,
staggy'd a pace before gapey'd
7/31/2014
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Off with your head, YesNo! ONE STANZA ONLY (I'll count your very pretty first stanza as your entry...)Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Ah! One stanza? I got carried away. There are many good ones in this contest. Nice choice of form, by the way.
what is the deadline for this contest?
How can poetry ever be dead? There is no deadline! On the other hand, it's today. Watch this space, or rather, don't, you'll go cross-eyed. Entries still accepted, until they're not. Check in later, and get the drinks in :hat:.Quote:
Originally Posted by cacian
Trumpets parp! Here we have the results of the Jabberwocky competition!
"Well that question made no sense at all!" You say! Well spotted! So I will allow anything in the form of Jabberwocky, but not the style, and anything in the style of Jabberwocky, but not the form, and, as it's all nonsense anyway, anything else.
I liked all the poems, and think all should have prizes. But, as I don't want you fighting over who sets the next competition, I will choose a winner.
Pendragon - as befits our form-meister, this is perfectly in the form of Jabberwocky. But, as I had the Red Queen in mind, the poem is far from pretty. And the poor old dear has gout, so how can you expect all that straightening and curling? Also, do I detect a hint of eroticism? Poor old Lewis will spin in his grave if eroticism is rampant in his form. We can't have our leader gyrating in his coffin, so I'm afraid this verse must be consigned to the flames immediately.
YesNo - Didn't read the question, which shows extreme sense, and therefore a few marks knocked off for that. By not reading the question he created a whole poem in the style and form of Jabberwocky, rather than the one verse required. This is far too much excess work to impose on the examiner! But as I had the sense to just read the first verse, I didn't get too angry, so I'll allow the first verse as YesNo's entry. He remains in contention.
Cacian - As a dedicated judge, I kept a close eye on this thread (I've nothing else to do...) and spotted Cacian making a quick swop. Quite right! Her first poem was armful, and had a severe lack of nonce words. Her replacement is excellent, a wonderful, medieval epic poem of an angry flower surviving a long quest, and overcoming many difficulties.
tailor STATELY - This is a Jabberwocky for the Reservoir Dogs generation. It takes the violence inherent to Jabberwocky and lifts it to a whole new level. Whale-wolverine's screeching, the hero fighting a beach, and the author emitting a Hegelian sub-text. It's mayhem! What more could you want? Wonderful, emotion inspiring, nonce words - every time I see "Krillsnax" I feel peckish.
It's difficult to pick a winner, but I think Alice's criteria of "prettiness" forces me to choose..
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YesNo. The scent of the Mithal trees certainly pleases my frickle nose. So, YesNo, go to the Red Queen to be crowned. (Make sure to remind her that the "off with your head" order has been rescinded... and speak up, she's a bit deaf.)
haha malmac I have indeed made a swop :D
great feedback by the way thank you !
I very much enjoyed experimenting with this form it was a great idea :)
YesNo a well deserved win congratulations!!!
Thanks for nothing, mal4mac. Congrats YesNo on a fine win.
Thank you, mal4mac! And thanks, cacian and Pendragon! That was a very fine review of the poems, mal4mac. Right up there with Lokasenna's.
The next form is one that mal4mac created as an entry in the avant-garde poetry contest:
The formal constraints would be (1) each line ends with a period, (2) each line is a sentence.Quote:
Originally Posted by mal4mac
Deadline September 1st.