Poetry Contest

hey Tal! thanks.

Congratulations, Petrarch! :D whoot. pick a good one!

Wow, thanks Tal. I'm honored to be chosen among such exceptional competition.:) O.K. folks, give me a little time and I'll go find a picture to post.

I figured it's probably about time that the Lit. Net. poetry contest had a book related picture, so here it is. The recent to do over the ambiguity of the judging process has awakened the teacher in me, so I'm going to set up a deadline for three weeks from now (that seemed to have been a reasonable time for past rounds). That means this round of the contest will close at the end of Saturday, February 10th. The results will be posted by the close of Monday the 12th. If people have serious objections to this for some reason, or want to plead for a short extension or something, then either post here or pm me.

Good luck everyone!

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e3...b45d7b3557.jpg

That's a sweet picture, PL, and I'll try my best to work up a poem.

Congratulations Petrarch. Neat picture. I wonder if h's naked behind that book. :D Well, I'll have to get my creative juices going.

The Bibliophile

I fish for my spectacles
My hearts beloved tool
Armed with sight
I retrieve my waiting stool

Toes tipped as dancers in their sleep
I sway upon my elevation
Ascending the shelves
What I seek grows near
As the fall grows steep

Scanning as hope is drawn to the floor
Meticulous inspection, no one to ignore
Then she is spot like sunlight to a prison cell
Judgment not needed, title alone cast the spell

Caught in the moment, I lunge at her rim
Collapse from this paper fortress
So entranced by her sight
That a ten story fall wouldn’t come close to grim

My conscious closes then for the night
Body swimming in stories, but being escapes on a weary flight
Wake without confusion to the morning sun
Only concern in my fingers grasp
To see if my 1000 page angel had been undone

Head unstable and limbs semi-dead
All insignificant when there’s a heaven to be read
A gasp of elation makes it way through
As I impatiently sink
Into this foreign worlds debut

A letter hits my vision like cupids arrow to the mind
Taken with so few words, I leave the day behind
A cacophony of conflicts all shove to steal the stage
Some endings strike bliss, some aim to enrage
Each voice slipped on as if shopping for disguise
All seem to fit when reaching their unique demise

This entwinement of thought
Melting pot of fears
Ignites so much laughter
Right after it evokes endless tears
The moment finally comes
Where my thumb presses on a single line
Saying goodbye to this friend
For whose life I pine

Thanks for the congratulations Virg. and Riesa, and thanks for the first entry dramasnot. :) Let the games begin.

Thank's for the comment, Tal. Good picture choice, Petra, if you don't mind my shortcut on your name. Have to think on this one a bit. ;)

I am thinking hard, too; I jotted some words/thoughts down last night. I just may make this one in time. Then may have the nerve to post it, but I have to say I was quite impressed with the last batch of poems. Good work everyone! I like this current picture.

Well, here goes: The Sonnet Freak's Sonnet

The Open Book

The God of Knowledge holds the giant tome open—
Below the human race gathers beneath his feet.
In darkness still, like blind men they are groping;
Yet before them lies the source of victory or defeat.
Many see nothing there except for blank pages—
Pages unmarred by writings of wisdom of any kind.
Others see marvelous things, the work of many sages—
Some just turn away, and choose to remain forever blind.
But The God of Knowledge turns the next sheet over,
Inviting all to read and to act upon the truths they see.
What one may read may not be the same as another—
Wisdom comes to each in various ways and degrees.
Don’t blame the one who holds the open tome:
If what you know for truth is yours, and yours alone…

Pendragon
© 1/22/07

Wow this place is like a flash flood. No rain for a bit and then woooshhh. Thanks for all the great comments Tal. I have to say that was a little weird for me. I was trying to break the rhythm to express a bit of trouble and chaos. I'll take another crack at that idea again I think when I'm not so holidayed up. Great picture though very dark with lots of stuff in it. Congrats to Petrarch's Love. I think that would have been my choice too. Great picture. I'll get back with something soon.

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Congrats to Petrarch's Love.

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Thanks, Orionsbelt.

Congratulations, Petratch! Thanks for the poems, everyone! Thanks for the comments, Tal! :)

Glad we are rolling along again....people posting interesting poems to read. Good responses so far!

The huddled masses at his feet,
He stands giant to men
And offers ants the learning
That would too enlarge them.

Words which make the mind grow
And raise the soul from soil,
To deify the daily grind
And form Heaven from toil.

Here is written wisdom,
And meaning, such as known;
The lines which teach the children
And guide them when they're grown.

But here, the page is open
Not to sages' delight:
For greater than reading a life
Is power, that to write.