Picture Poetry Contest (...continued...)

Hello Pendragon, congradualtions on your recent 10,000nth post. I have come back temporarily after a fortnight of school work and a tedious schedule which has proved itself to be anything but flexible. My 'Get your poems Reviewed!' topic will have to be deleted due to my current situation. Although I promised reviews to all who posted, it saddens me to say I cannot do justice to my claims. I'm so mendacious :(

But to get back on topic! Nice poems everyone (especially Niamh). Good Luck(It's really not that good but I wanted to submit something!):D:

Profiteering Exploits

How implacably he twines those rods of gold,
Fettering the past oblivious to future,
From sapling young to proverbial old,
the many wings tell a tale of infamy---

Indellible wrinkles plow his face,
Extensive toil has effaced,
The dire necessity to deviate,
the future portending to eliminate

his profuse lands and monarch pride,
his symbolic bands and dogged stride,
on lands once his turned grey from plight,
purloined by the sailors promoting fright...

Dispatched to the pot on a course of tears,
Deluging their hopes and reaping fear.
From a scarlet iota to pompous crest,
We pillaged to gain and made our loot the best...

Hi Pen. Sorry I haven't been able to write lately. How much time do I have with this picture? When will you close it down?

May 28, so you have time, Virgil...

And thanks, 'Dole. I didn't realize. I had to go post that landmark! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...Kane/Greed.gif

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May 28, so you have time, Virgil...

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thanks Pen. I'll try.

We move around the centres of our space
At any time we cannot know our place
If we are running quickly round apace
Or if we know we find we are unmoved

This is the Uncertainty Principle.

The light is blinding and the grace profound
And if we listen hard we hear the sound
Of angel voices circling all around
A frequency so high that we are moved

This is the Photoelectric Effect.

We see what is to us our hearts' desire
The source and object of an inner fire
And yet we do not know, and to enquire
Invokes the risk that it might be removed

This is the Copenhagen Tyranny.


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Note: Heh, this is a challenge. That picture is way too obvious in some ways. I am attempting an abstraction of it, much as I did some competitions ago... :)

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Originally Posted by autolycus

We move around the centres of our space

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Note: Heh, this is a challenge. That picture is way too obvious in some ways. I am attempting an abstraction of it, much as I did some competitions ago... :)

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Perhaps. But I am of Native American blood... http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...Kane/chief.gif More meaning, perhaps to one of us...

Pen: Yes, I do accept it would have a lot more meaning to one of your heritage - that's why I think I am avoiding a more mythopoeic or cultural interpretation. I would probably not do justice to the spirit of the image in that sense! :)

Speaking of doing justice with the image.. Now that I look over my poem and see how mediocre it is in comparison to the other submissions I feel saddened :(. Talent permeates like a virus on these forums :D

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Speaking of doing justice with the image.. Now that I look over my poem and see how mediocre it is in comparison to the other submissions I feel saddened :(. Talent permeates like a virus on these forums :D

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:bawling: i shouldnt say anything about my "poem" then!!
and speaking of talents, yeah i do see a lot of it in this forum :thumbs_up :D
:blush: one of the reasons why i prefer to just sit and watch rather than to dare write something hehe!

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Speaking of doing justice with the image.. Now that I look over my poem and see how mediocre it is in comparison to the other submissions I feel saddened :(. Talent permeates like a virus on these forums :D

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I agree with Adol,
Nobody was posting so I sent in a lukewarm noodle, then all these great poems appeared. It was all I could do not to retract mine. :crash:

Whoa! Degrading yourselfs is the worst thing that you can do. "The road behind, not the road ahead is the one forever barred to our footsteps".

In this case, I will do the judging of the poetry. No one will go without a coment about their poems. If you don't believe me, go back and check the results of the last form poem contest.

But listen to this old poet. The way to publication lies through an ocean of rejection slips. And there are times that the poem you think a sure winner will not make it, while the one you are almost ashamed to enter becomes a masterpiece. So lets have no more self-depreciation, OK? Good luck!

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

Whoa! Degrading yourselfs is the worst thing that you can do. "The road behind, not the road ahead is the one forever barred to our footsteps". But listen to this old poet. The way to publication lies through an ocean of rejection slips. And there are times that the poem you think a sure winner will not make it, while the one you are almost ashamed to enter becomes a masterpiece. So lets have no more self-depreciation, OK? Good luck!

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I was actually criticizing my work to make the other posters feel a bit better :). I like making other people feel good because I'm always miserable. It makes me feel just a little bit better to make others enjoy the happiness I will never expierience.

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The way to publication lies through an ocean of rejection slips.

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That sounds brilliant and poetic. Perhaps you, the great bard, should make a poem pertaining to publication rejections... as I see you write poetry on literally everything on this forum :D

he occupies the sky
the one who stands alone
he rests amongst the clouds
and plays beyond the wind

the wonder of his power
embraced within his wings
who would know where he resides
to speak his mind to tell

our very thoughts are whispered
before they voice a sound
the treasured memories spoken
in the tall blue skies

he commands the story
strength and grace abound
told by the unseen hand
horizons without end

finely designed feathers
adorn his many friends
painted with absent hesitation
fashioned by a brush

silent noise reverberates
the chatter could not reveal
what was formed upon the plume
tho’ the beak did gladly tell

only one stoops there
the owl who knows so well
the depths of darkness dwell
in a hiss and a hoot
he turned his head around

the one who reflects
gently holds firm
the backward mind
that does recall
the smallness of it all


...i shudder, i utter, i squeeze and i submit...

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Originally Posted by Adolescent09

That sounds brilliant and poetic. Perhaps you, the great bard, should make a poem pertaining to publication rejections... as I see you write poetry on literally everything on this forum :D

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Hee. I have one in my files. I'll have to dig it out and type it back up and post it. It's one I sent in reply to a very snotty rejection letter after I had changed a poem twice for an editor who still rejected it! And please, I am far from the "Great Bard". Others had more popular poetry when the post was working!