Famous Quoted Line Poetry Contest

[Dark Muse]

I haven't forgotten, I am just not feeling very well at the moment. Hopefully I will be able to get to it tomorrow.

[Melanie]

It's okay. Take your time and take care of yourself. This can wait.
(Btw, I tried to participate and the quote was great but it made me think of sad things and I just didn't feel like writing a sad poem at this time. Sad things makes for good poetry though and I really liked William Blake's Auguries of Innocence)

[Dark Muse]

It's okay. Take your time and take care of yourself. This can wait.
(Btw, I tried to participate and the quote was great but it made me think of sad things and I just didn't feel like writing a sad poem at this time. Sad things makes for good poetry though and I really liked William Blake's Auguries of Innocence)

Thank you, and yes I can understand that. I do love Blake, he is one of my favorites.

[prendrelemick]

Some are born to endless night,
Try to avoid those folks on sight,
If you don't 'twould serve you right,
When they give your neck a nasty bite.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you everyone who entered, you all did great, and this was a tough one to decide.

YesNo: I think this was an amusing play on the old rhyme Some like it hot, some like it cold. I enjoyed this poem, and particularly liked the last line.

cacian: I really enjoyed this one, even if as always I remain somewhat baffled by its meaning. You have such a great use of words, and your poems always beg for a second or third reading. I particularly enjoyed the first few lines. It kind of made me think of the Beats or the lost generation. Idealistic artists perhaps having their delusions shattered.

prendrelemick: This one made me laugh out loud. I enjoyed the bit of dark humor it. I am glad you were able to contribute before the judging commenced.

and the winner is.....

Pendragon: Of course I love this one. I very much enjoyed the dark atmosphere of this poem, and I think it was quite appropriate for Halloween. There was some great imagery. Very delightfully Gothic.

[cacian]

Dark Muse I hope you are feeling better and thank you for the feedback,
Pendragon congratulations !!!

[Dark Muse]

Dark Muse I hope you are feeling better and thank you for the feedback,
Pendragon congratulations !!!

Yes, I am thank you.

[Pendragon]

Sorry about the delay, I have a lot of personal issues at the moment

Let's see:

"Whose woods these are I think I know" is the new line, quoted from Robert Frost--"Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Let's set the deadline for my birthday, November 24th. Good luck, all!

[YesNo]

Whose woods are these I think I know.
I used to walk here long ago
And watch the trees turn sun to shade.
A tiny brook rushed on below.

The debts from those years have been paid.
They seem like trifles as they fade
To memories that won't move on
But tease me with the dreams I made.

Those dreams were nothing in the dawn.
When light exposed them they were gone.
When love moved on I meant to say,
"To whom, my dear, are you now drawn?"

But I said nothing that cold day
Just walked these woods in the same way
I've walked these woods let come what may
And walked these woods let come what may.

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

Calling this a Frankly Wild and Frosty Tail


We were heading southwest,
moon on my back,
riding shotgun with my master
on a swayback gelding.
Master’s name is Currier Ives.
I am Buck the IV,
descended from that Great Yukon tail
out of London, as in Jack.
We chanced upon a grove of Dogwoods,
that lost their bark,
after winter’s first frost nipped their blooms.
Great Horned owl bellowed,
across a landscape bathed in moon’s daguerreotype.
Trigger paused,
his breath split by the bit.
Master Ives pondered and thirsty.
A primordial notion
led me forward into the wood
whereupon I met
two paths diverged northwest and southeast.
Yes, yes, I’m recalling
whose woods these are I think I know.
stories from my past,
conveyed through barks, pawed symbols in the snow.
It was here,
where Captain Thornton so many years ago
scooped to slack
his thirst with forbidden crystals.
A shiver shake,
brought me back to the present, turning round,
I was terrified,
seeing Master Ives reach down on the northwest path
to quench his thirst.
My hind quarters lunged, I made a burst
to stop the hand;
barking out “that’s where the huskies go,
don’t you eat that yellow snow!”

I led Master Ives and Trigger down the southeast path.
It was less travelled.

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My apologies to Robert Frost, Jack London, Frank Zappa, Currier and Ives and Roy Rogers.

A Dogwood tree:



Parting song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLIppgE45wM

[Dark Muse]

The Girl and the Wolf

The girl in red walked these paths
uncharted and unknown
with such an innocent guile
but inwardly she smiled
"Whose woods these are I think I know"
she spoke with a flutter of breath
upon the crisp morning air.
"Than more the fool are you"
the voice from unknown shadows spoke,
while the wolf grinned his toothy smile,
she twirled around, her face flush,
her eyes aglitter,
but it was not fear which stirred
within her young robin's breast
as her eyes befell upon the beast
who slinked from the shadows
in silent stealth contemplating
this delicious morsel, who stood
atremble, and yet so daring before him,
"I have lost my way"
she said but there seemed a coy
curl of her lips and flick of her lash
while unabashed she fixed her gaze upon him,
"And I will be happy but to lead you farther astray"
said he, and his voice had the allure
of the darkest depths, and deepest mysteries,
she was more than lost,
and there was no turning back,
with shocking determination she laid her hand
upon his back, her fingers sifting through
the coarse silk of his fur,
and so she followed where he led,
like a lamb lead to slaughter,
and yet, it was triumph
not defeat she felt offering a last
wistful smile to the world
she once knew.

[prendrelemick]

Whose woods these are I think I know.

After the fall,
Winter.
Silence sits like snow on branches,
We are bent down by it's heaviness,
Our stares pointed as needles,
Hearts hard set like amber resin,
Thoughts harsh like pine bark,
As unrelenting as tree root,
We wander back over frozen ground,
Past fallen boughs
Down hopeless paths,
These are our woods,
We are lost .

[cacian]

whose woods these are I think I know
they seem to blend and grow
to the sun and bow
every day
the scene is a simple glow
rivers from the sea
pebbled combed and sown
ride down to a moat
castle styled and homed
and
pathways made of trees
ebonies and teaks
wind out to a foam
fairy land of tones
to the skies above
it's mardi gras of shows.

[Pendragon]

Sorry, I'm going through very hard times (mentally ill). Bipolar flare-up. Winner is Dark Muse. seemed to be a retelling of Red Riding Hood.

[cacian]

Pendragon I hope you are feeling better soon. Dark Muse congratulations!!