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The planets once were were nine in number
We were taught all this in school
But frosty Pluto has been downgraded
A planetoid, yet not a planet
Perhaps Pluto is a moon
That serves a planet we cannot see
And still discounting frigid Pluto
The planets nine remain
Pluto an anomaly
Pen
(c) 5/12/2012
Dead frozen eye of
Hades
Lord of Death's
Unbeating heart
Twisted soul
Of Beelzebub
Diseased ice of
The cushing vacuum
Blackened corpse
Of the Underworld
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With apology for the size;any smaller and it degrades and I wanted to keep the format.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Sorry everyone, but I'd completely forgotten about this!
You've all put in such incredible effort that I've had a tough choice, but there was something about an invisible planet for which Pluto served as a visible satellite and indicator which got to me the first time I saw it, and I still think it is a wonderful leap!
Congratulations Pendragon!
Thanks, MystyrMystyry!
Next subject: Solitude Think outside the box and dare to be different! I'll set a close date later! Good luck
The Voices
At last the voices stop
the world holds still
and darkness enfolds,
the voices which followed me
wherever I go,
no longer tormented by their
tittering, taunting, whispering,
no more pushed and pulled,
in a heart beat I succumb
to serenity, pure silence
uninterrupted, finally
free to think my own thoughts,
in a single breath
I find peace at last,
blissful nothingness,
freedom from the
sneering, jeering voices,
at the end of the noose,
it all dissipates
and there is only myself
and quiet at last.
Solitude
How goes it, dude?
Hey! Don't be rude!
You know that I
Hate solitude.
I don't know why
I never try.
My jokes aren't crude!
Alright. Goodbye.
And the word was solitude,
Was it given by god,
or was it an idea?
When solitude was in the mood he danced,
and he flew, he took a chance,
He decided the given attitude was against
all the things he wanted to be
So he went on his way,
He declared solitude was a mood,
One he'd choose.
No one touched his mood.
No one touched solitude.
solitude a harsh of crude
finds itself untuned and fueled
departed solo for a muse
only to find no single dude
to keep it lary and amused
and so it went back to find a bude
a something to do and unimprove
Bump!! haha
I have to say this one has to go to jajdude. what a wonderful poem!
Congratulations jajdude
Ah, well, I contacted jajdude by PM advising him of his win, but he hasn't ever replied. Since that was sometime ago, I declare him in default, and the winner of the contest is now Dark Muse! Congrats! jajdude, you snooze, you loose
Oh thank you, I will gett thinking on a new subject
Ok next subject is
"Masquerade"
I wake up crying each morning,
And stare at my face in the glass
It'll never do to show red eyes and tears,
So I cover them up with a mask
Today someone will ask how I've been,
I'll lie and say I'm doing fine
I'll give a crooked smile and tell them I'm happy,
To cover that I want to cry
I'll run into people that have wounded me,
My masquerade won't let them know
Under my painted face sorrow is hidden,
I'm damned if I'll let it show
I'll laugh at their jokes, talk about anything,
Bury my feeling so deep
Smiling outside but under this mask,
I find myself wanting to weep
At the end of the day, I'll return home,
Where my mask will fall from my face
Go crying to bed, get up the next morning
Continue my lifelong masquerade
Pendragon
(C) 7/21/2012