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Hurricane Blues
You don't need a weather man
to tell which way the wind is blowing,
for this hurricane would be hard to miss
(hey was that a cow just flew past the window?)
I predict cloudy skies with a chance of
.....oh......wait......well there goes the roof,
I guess I will be staying in tonight,
even though my living room is filling with rain
and the walls begin to shake,
well at least I still have this radio,
the weather reports......
and there goes the signal.
A judge is long overdue here! Anybody playing the contest? Hello! Hello?
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Morpheus hasn't posted regularly to the forum in a month, and never answered my earlier request for a deadline. Since I was the previous judge and have no irons in this fire, anyone object to my picking a winner so we can proceed?
Go for it!
Please do!
Okay, good deal. As always, I enjoy YesNo's work for its accessibility and rhythm; and living in Chicago I understand Pendragon's narrator's frustration with weather reports that seem to be for somewhere else (and I especially loved the line "Once I walked to the bus stop in six inches of "partly cloudy," which I would very much like to steal someday). This time around I'm going to give it to Dark Muse's depiction of deteriorating circumstances, which reminded me of a Buster Keaton movie.
Have at it, then.
Oh, thank you very much.
Congrats once more, DarkMuse! :yesnod:
Sometime ago I read "A Haunting on Hill House" in which this phrase was frequnetly used and then recently it popped up again in something I was reading. So I am going with :
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Dark Muse that is an oustanding choice I like the line for some reason and it somehow reminded me of Howard's End.
They loved each other all their lives
They never told each other that
They kept missing opportunities to meet
Forgot words to say even when they met
She loved him from afar, followed every movement
He held her close vicariously with his eyes
They never found the courage to make dreams reality
They were both alone the day they died
They buried him in Round Hill Cemetery
Her family plot was close at hand
When they buried her she lay beside him
Finally together at journey's end
Journeys end in lovers meeting
The hand of fate just won't be denied
Even the grave can't prevent destiny--
Journeys end, they meet in the sweet bye and bye...
Pendragon
(C) 7/28/2012
The hot dogs end with lovers eating.
Mustard, ketchup dripping free.
Why are their lips always meeting?
Stomachs fill eventually.
Did my fellow poets forget this contest? Only two entries...
Oops yes we have let see what one can do.
Journeys end in lovers meeting
and sweet old sweet home finds its own amuse bouche
laughters sound the rings of friendship
and saddness leaves its comments empty
Journeys end in lovers meeting
all is well that must end all wells
Whoops, I did too. Glad it's not too late.
It had been a busy time
For young Bernie's relatives
So his mom bought a stack of cards
Both positives and negatives
Holidays and milestone days
Happenings of every kind
She gave Bernie the "mailroom" job
And gave him scoldings when he whined
"What do you do all day?" she asked
"This won't kill you; get it done."
She gave him all the addresses
And turned away, thinking she'd won
But Bernie shuffled all the cards
In protest of this cruel mistreating
And to each recipient
Bernie sent another's greeting
The funeral got "Get well soon!"
The wedded pair got sympathy
The divorcees got "Goodbye, good luck!"
The spinster aunt got Mother's Day
His mom made Bernie face them all
He had to say, "I'm sorry," and
Each new card sent that whole year
He made entirely by hand