Subject Poetry Contest.

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Originally Posted by prendrelemick

...YesNo - For me the clear winner. A beautiful poem about beauty. No need to analyse. Kudos for the myrtle and roses reference.

GG. One day I'll understand every obscure reference you bring along. I think I got about half of them here. Made me laugh though – you and Venus de Milo eh ?
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Congratulations YesNo! that is nice work.


Haha! Mick, I'll spare you the trouble...

“Gilliatt” = that’s me
“Oh Venus my love let us depart de Milo” = you got it; Venus de Milo
“land of the free”, = Good ole U.S.of A.
“2nd to amend” = 2nd Amendment to the Constitution, you know; the whole bearing of arms business.
“Alexandros” = Alexandros of Antioch credited for sculpting Venus de Milo

“Remington the sculptor will fit you with arms” = double meaning, either Frederick Remington notable sculptor and painter of western U.S themes or Remington Arms gun manufacturer
“(aside) Do you think she’ll use her left or her right?” = we’ll never know, would she have been a “righty” or a “south paw”?
“perky charms.” = …well, you get the idea.

Carry on with YesNo's next challenge...

Congrats, YesNo! And thanks for the compliment, Prendelmick!

Diana Dances

In the moonlight she dances, her beauty entrances
Her bow now forgotten lies on the soft mossy floor
Tomorrow another hunt will come, tonight shes just having fun
Her hair like a gold shower as she whirls once more

I saw her as if in a dream, tell why did it really seem
That her partner was a white hind on little deer feet?
A lovely virgin goddess, whom no man will ever caress
Why is it that the unavailable are the girls that I meet?

Somehow she sees me peep, it makes her feet skip a beat
Like lightning an arrow comes sailing my way
I feel the bite of deadly steel, is this how my death will feel
Then I wake from my dreaming, it's the dawning of day

Pendragon
© 8/27/2013

Sister Moon

Beauty stalks through the night
there is winter within her eyes,
and once she placed her heart
upon the altar of sacrifice
in exchange for her freedom.

Now her aim is always true,
with an arrow which never misses,
slicing through the moonlight,
but it is not death she chases after,
she surrounds herself with life.

Love to her is as distant and
ephemeral as the four winds
of which she sometimes brings
hither at her command, and in truth
she carries vengeance with her.

She bestows shelter to the poor
lost souls, the undefended,
she is a mother to the motherless
fearless but not without compassion.

The Chase.


Diana with her beau in hand,
Driven by Silenus,
Driven down into the underpass,
Pursued by the hounds she bred,
Down to the gates of Hades.

The steel and Concrete,
Did not part for her,
But the impact of the crash raised her up,
And through Media's intercession,
She now sits among the immortals.

DIANAS

In the primeval forests of West Africa
Dwell the beautiful Diana primates
Named for the Roman Goddess Diana
Endangerment is their fate.

From Cote d'lvoire, to the Sierra Leone
To west of the river Sassandra
Hunters and loggers cause massive destruction
Of habitat's panorama.

The fate of Dianas, not just supposition
Suspended in genetic hourglasses
Let not our efforts be posthumous ambitions
Nor like Kings counting our losses.

I'll post the following poem about Diana by Ben Jonson (from Cynthia's Revels, just to provide us
with something to compare our efforts to:

Hymn to Diana

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose;
Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to clear, when day did close;
Bless us then with wished sight,
Goddess excellently bright.

Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And thy crystal shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever,
Thou that mak'st a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright.

Riotous at Ephesus (ref: KJV - Acts 19: 23-41)

Cyrus the Great of old might have given
pause, noting the manicured Temple grounds -
spacious lawns; robed women clothed in white,
men robed in black assembled before the theater
Who would ever grasp the Grecian mind ?

Paulus overshadows all that is Ephesus
It is he whom Demetrius derides -
incites the assemblage to chant as a mob
"Great is Diana of the Ephesians!"
two hours towards the downhearted
disciples; Paulus' discourse is stayed

Perhaps Paulus turns in reflection: It's a
Pyrrhic victory, o' Demetrius, albeit rashly won
How much more is silver than salvation
thrice hypocrite? HIS righteousness is near


9/2/2013 r.9/3/2013 r.9/4/2013iv (tyM!) r.9/5/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

It looks like the time is up. Thank you for the entries!

Pendragon: I understand Diana can be hostile to those finding her in the forest. It's a good thing it was only a dream.

Dark Muse: The first stanza had her sacrifice her heart for her freedom, however, the last stanza showed that she did not sacrifice her compassion.

prendrelemick: I liked the chase idea connecting the Goddess and the Princess. I hadn't thought of that, and now that is how I see them both.

Melanie: This was the first time I heard of the Diana primates and I hope extinction is not near for them.

tailor STATELY: A nice approach to Diana from the position of a conflict between Demetrius and Paul. Demetrius using the crowd against Paul makes me think he deserved to lose.

And, thanks, Nick Capozzoli for the Ben Jonson poem. It is good to see what others have done with the theme.

I liked all of them. I am amazed at how different they were.

The winner is Dark Muse.

The idea of sacrificing one's heart without losing one's compassion stands out for me.

Congratulations Dark Muse!! That line stood out for me too...nicely done.

It was an interesting subject YesNo. The entries were all great!

Thank you very much.

I will have the next subject soon

Congratulations Dark Muse !

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Ok, next subject is Echo

Deadline Oct. 15

Echoes From the Edge: Dementia

Haunting echoes everywhere…
No! Please stop! Stop it!
For God’s sake go ‘way!
No, please, oh God! Can’t take it!
Make it stop!
Can’t stand it anymore!
Images, haunting images. Faces. FACES!
Make ‘em go ‘way!
No! Stop! No more of your gibbering, echoing voices!
Lemme ‘lone, oh God! Lemme ‘lone!
The room is spinning—the air echoes pain
I didn’t do it, I tell ya! It wasn’t me!
Haunt me no more, I swear I didn’t do it!
The echoes tell lies! The echoes tell lies, damn it!
Oh God, where do these things come from?
VOICES! ECHOING VOICES!
Get out! Out, or by God, I’ll kill you!
Please, just lemme ‘lone? Please?
Dear God, what’s all this red stuff? Ketch-ketch-ketchup?
I think I’m gonna be sick…
I want my mommy.
Please?
Mommy, where are you?

Pendragon








If this one disturbs you, it is intended to. I knew a friend who was schizophrenic. He never harmed anyone that I know of, but he fully thought he had murdered someone, and the voices in his head finally took him to suicide. This one is a trip into his mind. In pace, requiescant. Silentio consolationem vestram, big guy. You were a bit different, but had a golden heart.

it echos
the silence
when you listen
to it
it lances
up and down
and bounces.
to the sound it's a trance
silent is but ounced.

Oblivion and Bliss,
They intertwine and kiss.
She weeps into his empty heart
That echoes nothing as they part
But loneliness.

Tonight some other takes her place.
Oblivion forgets her face.
She'd save his heart, but he had none.
He whines like an abandoned one
With each caress.