Wow! Thank You AuntShecky; you really upped the ante (no pun intended) with this entry.
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Wow! Thank You AuntShecky; you really upped the ante (no pun intended) with this entry.
I would like to thank those of you who have heretofore accepted the challenge.There are just three more days left in this contest.
This contest is officially closed. Now the real scrutiny begins.
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Hello everyone. My apologies for not making a decision on this contest sooner. I was busy with work, but I think I was also reluctant to say that one is the winner. I like entering these for the challenge, but this is not my favorite part.
Having said that, I would like to thank Dark Muse, Pendragon, Alakungfu, and AuntShcky for entering and trying a new form. All were excellent.
Dark Muse, as usual, you mine the forces of darkness most gracefully. It is never a tired genre ni your hands, but a place of refuge for all lost souls.
Pendragon, yours is an incisive argument for the indecisive, whoever they may be. You scored a perfect game with yours.
Alakungfu, kudos to you for writing about such a timely topic. I know you have daughters and you expressed well the dichotomy of our society between fame and self-respect.
AuntShecky, I could just hear your cab drivers quintessential voice. You are a master of the witty line.
The winner of the latest Form Poetry Contest is Pendragon. Pen, you used this form to its best advantage, I think, in arguing both the pros and cons of your narrators decision. I felt and heard both the anguish and the hope. It spoke to me. Well done.
And now it falls to you to pick the next form. :)
Congrats to Pendragon
Well, I love the villianelle form, so that will be the form for the next round, with the stipulation that the theme be "Year's End"
What is the deadline?
Sometime around Christmas, Muse, I'll wait until I get some entries to say for sure
Ok, cool
Here's a villanelle, Pendragon.
Mistake In Virtue
Melodrama skews its charm from the true and the false.
It burns its bridges direct the sheen of beauty fades,
From strident trysts to teasing walls.
The muse of music sheds her shawls,
But vigilante Siren the adventurous heart invades.
Melodrama skews its charm from the true and the false.
Fecklessness her suitor calls,
Adorning her features of love with increments and shades,
From strident trysts to teasing walls.
Echoes pierce receding halls
And rampant run meandering doubts in ranging brigades;
Melodrama skews its charm from the true and the false
And claims its victim as their heart enthralls,
One creature a servant of grim charades,
From strident trysts to teasing walls.
The hand of reason firmly calls
To threaten the spell of churning thoughts on accolades.
Melodrama skews its charm from the true and the false,
From strident trysts to teasing walls.
In the House of Mithra
Upon his throne of light
fade away the day
dawning into night.
Encroaching end near to sight
darkness will carry warmth away
upon his throne of light.
Sorrow tinged in golden delight
each age yields the way
dawning into night.
For new life to burn bright
and illuminate the gray
upon his throne of light.
Eyes shinning futures insight
shades of past memories play
dawning into night.
Earth born anew from plight
rapturous joys display
upon his throne of light
dawning into night.
Great start to hopefully a great contest. Wonderful entries, Muse and Alafungfu! Already I foresee difficulty with making a choice...
Risk Averse
Defy fate and uncork another year.
Lesser odds would make surer bettors quail.
Help us hedge this wager against stark fear.
Faith in discovering a better gear
takes a chance on a long-shot at the rail.
Defy fate and uncork another year.
What trumps the trepidation trembling near,
when buying a stock whose destiny’s to fail?
Help us hedge this wager against stark fear.
The nagging past is mocking with phony cheer.
Platitudes and promises have all gone stale.
Defy fate and uncork another year.
More life may come – or loss of what’s held dear.
Time’s both a speeding steed and plodding snail.
Help us hedge this wager against stark fear.
Shall we dare to hang a calendar where
the dream of sweet wine’s stained with bitter ale?
Defy fate and uncork another year.
Help us hedge this wager against stark fear.
The deadline will be December 31. Great entries so far.