Actually, this one is me. My account had problems, long story. Oddball no loner exists, it was just me, Pendragon, trying to figure out what I did with my password....
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Actually, this one is me. My account had problems, long story. Oddball no loner exists, it was just me, Pendragon, trying to figure out what I did with my password....
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Originally Posted by oddball
YesNo i think this one is up :)
BUMP!
A poet known to us as YesNo
Have you forgotten it's your turn to go?
This contest cannot be fudged
It's your turn to judge
May we expect closure in a day or so?
:wave:
Sorry, I have lost track. I will have these ready by tomorrow.
Sorry for the late response.
Dark Muse: I liked the "tweets" and the "twits" on the second line the best.
chevalierdelame: It made sense. If that's what he had to do, that's what he had to do.
oddball (aka Pendragon): Yeah, it must have been the monster.
mal4mac: I guess I can't blame Rocinante.
colb2: We are not detainees. The heart alone left me confused.
I enjoyed them all. Sorry again for the late response.
The winner is mal4mac!
Congratulations!
Congrats, mal4mac!
Thanks YesNo, and thanks to Cervantes for the inspiration.
I've just re-read Alice in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass, so the form I want to see everyone have a go at is one stanza of a nonsense poem in the style of Jabberwocky:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jabberwocky
Here's my entry. Not really, just an example, it might be in the spirit of the work to vote for myself, but I will resist :hat:
"Smoothrighty"
'Twas hiffling, and the swifty cloves
Did jamp and jigger in the skein;
All slothly were the godoboves,
And the light sous verklein.
Beware the time limit, my sons and daughters! 8:58 am BST, 17 August is the deadline.
T'was evening and her painted toes
Did curl and straighten out again
Ah smoothly moved the passion's flow
And she moaned out loud again
When evening scents the Mithal trees
To please the frickle nose of night,
With eager ease she wildeyed sees
The darkness through delight.
“Make haste and run away with me.
Your father feigntful wants us gone.
We’ll cross the Leewild Forest be
Away when dusk calls dawn.”
But she would not ride off with him
Though handly fair of husky form,
Though strongly slim, sweet Gildawim
Would not offend the norm.
“Ride now! The night is begging you.
The stilblink stars will shine till late.
And when we do, the Precids, too,
Will fantasize our fate.”
She hesitates behind the door
That firmly guards what’s in from harm
And on the floor the Shiftwindmor
Cries out in sly alarm:
“Beware the boy behind that man
Who calls you through that pretty face
Though pleasure can be wild....” She ran
And caught him through embrace.
When evening scents the Mithal trees
To please the frickle nose of night,
With eager ease she wildeyed sees
The darkness through delight.
twas a lily pythee
through raucous
crackled sythee
for a many whsitles lighty
blew to it tinets pierce full
errands gored
the sound was emit
but life stilled nothing was widdled.
Sand Between Me Toes / A Jabber Walk
The whalevyrne creach'd
whilst I combay'd the beach
O! What a geist and a tunder !
Krillsnax gave crush, to that
which had smitherto launch'd,
staggy'd a pace before gapey'd
7/31/2014
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Off with your head, YesNo! ONE STANZA ONLY (I'll count your very pretty first stanza as your entry...)Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Ah! One stanza? I got carried away. There are many good ones in this contest. Nice choice of form, by the way.
what is the deadline for this contest?