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Am I in the twilight zone? I thought the subject is towel but I'm seeing all sorts of stuff.
if the thread has become self voting free style poetry, which I think is an excellent idea, and everyone is a better judge than me, may I submit my resignation. Thank you folks. Now take it away!
Nonononono! I apologize, what started as a compliment turned into a game that shouldn't have happened. Your opinion is superior here, please don't resign! You earned the right to pick the winner with your wonderful belles.Quote:
Originally Posted by Haunted
I fear that it is my fault that my jest was mistaken
for something it was not, I meant no slight, to anyone.
My apologies. Carry on as though I had some sense,
I will try to follow suit...peace...
**shreds resignation**
**Places her majesty back on her throne**
"Your towel, my Lady!!"
My Old Blue Towel
Last year's lake --
Yesterday's
Warm shower
And hot sweat.
Pool chlorine,
Ancient tears,
Probably
Some piss too.
Blue towel,
You have the
Residue
Of my all.
Vote away for the winning poem. I'll add up the counts once you're done voting.
I like the one about the towel...
:lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by BienvenuJDC
Which towel?
If we each vote so that each get one vote we can force Haunted to decide the winning vote...
Who's in?
nice try but that would be cheating...Quote:
Originally Posted by krymsonkyng
Well, the last winner is required to judge the contest, voting by contestants is moot. All I would say is that in the interest of fairness, if we are going to change this rule to allow voting, we reformat the game. Poems would have to be in by a certain time, then posted in voting format, so that none know the authors.
I know this is late, but I had wanted towrite one about this, so here it is.
The fluffy towel
I wanted one
I needed one
And so I set out on my quest
Although I was not aware at the
Time that that was what I was doing
And I spent many dark nights
Bewailing my lack thereof
And subsequent darker nights
Hurling myself into countries
Where no one knew my name.
Not even myself
Perhaps there is one on the horizon
Clean and smelling of the sun
I was looking forward to your entry Qim!
Thank you, Haunted. :)
okey Pen, fair enough. People wanted to vote, I thought about it and I couldn't see what worthwhile thing I can offer to anyone so I just wanted to accommodate their wishes. For those who are having trouble staying awake or worse, experiencing braincell degeneration while reading this, take :chillpill: :chillpill: in the morning, :chillpill: :chillpill: at night.
BienvenuJDC — Terry is the title for a poem about a terry cotton security blanket. By personifying this special security blanket as a friend in need, I started reading the title as a person's name, Terry. The double entendre works magic for me.
Pendragon — Senual. Mesmerizing. I read it again and again. Poems like this never get old.
DanielBenoit — I couldn't get this out of my mind: a / friend / with a towel / tattooed to his / right shoulder / so that he wouldn't / have to go / without it. Who would think of that? Brilliant!!!
krymsonkyng — Here's a poem that took towel to the next level: as a metaphor of words weaved together to console. The sentiment is very touching.
moonbird — A rarely seen prose poem with a set of characters depicted so vividly. But the code word is towel and so unfortunately for Matt, Ashley, Cameron, Will, Tyler et al, they're sent home empty handed. Next time be sure to scroll up several posts to locate the designated theme.
autolycus — His and Her towels, and yes, there's such a thing as towel love. This is unique and lovely.
hack — Simply...minimalist poetry at its best. A not so pleasant relationship between a dog and a fir conveyed in just a 17 word haiku.
caddy_caddy — "sorry wrong post"? Had you just changed one word to read "sorry wrong towel", you would have won this contest :D
Comedian — I can always count on you to deliver a whole new way of looking at things. Ingenious.
qimissung — the title "The fluffy towel" makes me want to read it. And what a treat it is. I'm so loving the last 2 lines.
I enjoyed each and every piece, but in the end it was down to just two. I had the toughest time picking "the one", so I went to the mountains in Montana, sat on a rock and did some serious soul searching. After 4 days / 5 nights, I got a vision. Dog poop!!!
And the winner is.....*drumroll* hack!