Woman Scorned
A drop of Nightshade
upon ruby lips
"Drink my darling"
A whisper in the dark
I offer the chalice
of eternal youth.
To sleep forever more
"Hush my sweet, you need
only to drink"
Tell death do us part
now may you ever more
rest in peace.
your last embrace
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Breakfast of Champions
The ambrosia elixir,
Cornucopia's delight
Noxious nutrition,
To win the fight
Spinach, banana,
Avocado and carrot
Pureed smooth,
Character, and merit.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. ~Oscar Wilde.
drink the drink
apple is fizz,
sober up
and see the bizz,
chin chin
it goes inside the glass,
it clamps and shakes against the brim
fortuit is faith
it spills the bling,
fill up some more
and sip it small.
Last edited by cacian; 02-09-2012 at 07:37 AM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
This wasn't written by me so I don't know that this would be the place to share it, but my favorite minimalist story was when Edgar Allen Poe was dared to write the shortest story. He produced this:
Baby shoes
For sale
never worn.
Is that Poe or what?
"If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life." -Thoreau
Ní mar a dtarraingím mo chuid anála ach mar a dtugaim mo ghrá a bhfuil mé i mo chónaí
(Not where I breathe but where I love, I live)
PM Londonderry, It's Hemingway, and this is a contest thread. Write your own minimalist poem having to do with "Drink".
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
I must say I was a bit confused upon reading "Poe's" 6-word story.
Last edited by moonbird; 02-10-2012 at 07:41 PM.
If we find the answer, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason-- for we would know the mind of God.
-Stephen Hawking
Runneth over?
Cruel words of mockery
For my cup
Though once filled with
Sweet crimson wine
Runneth now forever empty.
As thirst scratches
Like a parasite
At my cotton throat
I rasp out words
Unceasingly
For it is only I
Who cares of truth
On this cloud of
Saccharine membranes
Encasing our eyes.
Poureth evermore
The drops of sugary
Dew, though I have seen
My own two hands
Carve the hole which ever
Swallows.
If we find the answer, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason-- for we would know the mind of God.
-Stephen Hawking
Ten days or so since latest entry, so it's time for me to be the judge dude. Guess I'll give a few comments.
Pen - A sad poem and a common feeling expressed there, well summed up.
YesNo -This is kind of what I think the spirit of this contest is about, keeping it short yet meaningful in some way. I liked it.
Dark Muse - This one is pretty dark and chilling. I wondered if it was meant to be "Till death"..
BookBeauty - A fine mix of words in there and a nice rhyme. One of the better ones I'd say.
cacian - Not totally sure what yours means, sounds like dealing with a hangover. Interesting little poem. Wondered about "fortuit is faith" -- "fortuitous" ?
moonbird - A strong bit of writing with some great lines. One of the best entries. Not quite sure what it all means but sounds full of regret to me.
Tough call as usual, but I'm going with YesNo for the short and simple piece that had a solid meaning. I liked how it was "minimal" in words, and did the job well for this theme. Congrats.
Last edited by jajdude; 02-21-2012 at 09:53 PM. Reason: typo
Thanks, jajdude!
The next topic for the minimalist contest is Patience.
Deadline: Sunday, March 11th, almost 3 weeks from now.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Thank you jajdude!! and congratulations toYesNo.
great topic by the way YesNo will see what we could do!
Last edited by cacian; 02-23-2012 at 07:55 AM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Among the virtues few adults possess,
yet strive to impress upon their children,
patience stands tall in a long line of hypocrisy.
Fret not,
Hold your tongue,
Catch your breath,
Count,
Let it go.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. ~Oscar Wilde.
Poems are born of patience,
For it can seem like forever
Before you find just the right words...
Pendragon
(C) 2012
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
pertinence's seemingly perked
dressed up in word of patience sense
slow mood, constant, has crafted felt
descent in self is gracious melt
and
abundance of abstaining's meant.
Last edited by cacian; 02-24-2012 at 10:24 AM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Her eyes are clocks
Ticking, endless monotony
As time slips away
Like leaves down a river
Waiting for me
Screaming, silent desperation
Hurry
(Oh God, please hurry)
But I can go
No faster
And her clock ticks down.
If we find the answer, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason-- for we would know the mind of God.
-Stephen Hawking
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