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    Should it be "Its toxic fruit"?
    "You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same."

    --Jonathan Davis

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    Exclamation

    Next contest, please, DarkMuse!
    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...

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    Hey, sorry I have been on vacation just got back I will have the next one up asap.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Quote Originally Posted by miyako73 View Post
    Should it be "Its toxic fruit"?
    I think it depends greatly on how you read it.
    In this sentence by its own both are very correct.
    Within the poem itself I would say it is an It's but whether Dark Muse sees it that way I do not know.
    Last edited by cacian; 08-12-2012 at 09:54 AM.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    Ok here is your next challenge, this time I bring you a picture. Have fun and be creative.


    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Awaiting a Transformation

    Something's beading in a bowl,
    Dropping from a former role.
    What will it be tomorrow night
    Transformed into some new delight.

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    Droplets in a bowl
    Fruit or blood?
    Point of view
    Changes everything
    N'est-ce pas?

    Pendragon
    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...

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    Purple jizz
    In a purple bowl
    It dripped from
    My big love pole

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    spherical round
    it boosts in white
    mixing it black
    reving it pink
    splash dashing
    bright!
    Last edited by cacian; 09-03-2012 at 03:29 AM.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    YesNo: The first line your poem almost sounded like it could be something ominous, so I liked the more light hearted turn it ended up taking, which was not expected. As always I appreciate your humor and I liked the touch of mystery here.

    Pendragon: I really liked the concept of your poem and the way in which it is left up to the reader to ultimately decide. I liked the alternating points of view offered and the question of perspective.

    Bobbycrane: Well this was certainly different, I appreciate the bold frankness of it and the bit of fun. It was an original approach to the image.

    And the winner is.....

    cacian: I loved the beauty of the image you caught. I thought the first line was immediately gripping and I enjoyed the way in which you invoked the different colors. This was an elegant little poem.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Dark Muse thank you very much I am glad you enjoyed this piece!
    Last edited by cacian; 09-03-2012 at 03:41 PM.
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    Congrats, cacian!
    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...

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    Pendragon thank you!
    Now for the minimalist poetry theme this time the chosen topic is:

    silence

    Have fun!!
    it may never try
    but when it does it sigh
    it is just that
    good
    it fly

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    Off Go the Lights

    It's dark and quiet in the cave.
    The guide said he'd turn off the light.
    When space collapsed inside my mind,
    The silence hugged me through that night.

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    November Muse

    Her cold winter fingers
    circled around my throat,
    how bitter she was,
    at ineptitude.
    (her's or my own?)

    Obsidian eyes
    bore through my soul,
    denied even a whisper,
    or a thought.

    She demands
    only death
    for without my words
    the muse has nothing
    left.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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