How does one enter this contest? Just post the entry?
Lustful
Sans woman
With cacao
And bed ready for her
Hopeful
How does one enter this contest? Just post the entry?
Lustful
Sans woman
With cacao
And bed ready for her
Hopeful
Thanks for all the entries so far! More! More!
All you need to do, PeterL, is just to post it as you have done. If you win, then you get to select the next form and do the judging for the next round.
Your voice
so distant
silence keeps me
there comes a whisper in
my ear
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
That's it.Originally Posted by 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...
Sub Urbane No. 5
Crafty
squirrels get past
barriers, robbing seeds
for feathered friends. A new approach;
shotgun.
(24682)
Last edited by Gilliatt Gurgle; 02-22-2014 at 08:01 PM. Reason: One too many lines
I think the time is up for this one. Thank you for all the contributions!
Pendragon: Nice accent. Sometimes these contests get a little slow. I use them as motivation to write something.
cacian: lovely valentine cinqku with a sense that something bad is going to happen.
PeterL: Another lovely valentine.
Dark Muse: Nice contrast between "silence" and "whisper".
Gilliatt Gurgle: I guess if the squirrel can't take a hint, one has to be more direct.
Again, they were all good. I am amazed that people can actually say something with this form, but they can.
I am left with wondering should it be cacian's valentine or Gilliat Gurgle's anti-valentine (at least toward squirrels) or Dark Muse's use of silence or PeterL's "sans woman" or Pendragon's accent.
Since Valentine's day is past, the winner is Gilliatt Gurgle.
Congratulations!
Thanks
I have to be honest, the valentines day theme completely slipped my mind as I gazed out the window only to find that one of those tree rats figured a way around the sheet metal barrier I had painstakingly fabricated.
The cinqku offered the perfect medium to express my anger and to you small varmint lovers, you can rest easy, the shotgun was not employed.
I suppose the theme could be twisted around to suit my rant.
Moving on... give me a moment and I'll have the next form.
So you expressed a suitable love for treerats. That is good.
Haha, yes.
My apologies for the delay.
After a brief search, I stumbled on Ottava Rima, a rhyming stanza originating from Italy.
8 lines, 11 syllables/ line using ABABABCC rhyming pattern.
Given the origins of the form let's make the subject Italy, anything Italian.
Dean Martin, the boot, leaning tower of pizza, St. Francis, Sophia Loren, Shakespeare's Italian heritage, Chianti, Italian renaissance,etc.
Deadline...let's shoot for end of March.
For good or ill you are the only one for me.
I will be with you, even through Pluto’s realm.
Like Virgil, through the Cave at Cumae, yes for thee.
When you take ferry with Charon at the helm,
You won’t be stranded; the obol, Charon’s fee
I’ll put in place and bring a sack for those short.
We’ll do much more after we reach Pluto’s port.
A driver back in Italy was thinking,
"Damn tourists!" Hey! Does he think that he's better?
He got so close I saw his mad eyes blinking.
With mountains north and southern water wetter
I hoped that my exhaust pipe's black and stinking.
A demon's darting through my head. Forget her:
We humans are capricious, jeering creatures,
Without Italian, mocking foreign features.
Love in Italy
I still recall your smile in Roma's moonlight
Sweet Florence where I took your hand within mine
taste of your lips lingers on a Tuscan night
and the way Venice waters made your eyes shine,
Verona - passion flared, crescending delight
secret caresses in Naples while sipping wine
your scent beckons like perfume in Milan air
in Bologna our love is a whispered prayer.
Last edited by Dark Muse; 03-13-2014 at 08:10 PM.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
The end of March has passed. Let us move along.
Don't know where GG is, and he isn't accepting private messages. Shall I declare a winner or would someone else like that job?
God Bless
Pen
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...
Sure, why not? It may be best to move on.
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