Sorry, I have lost track. I will have these ready by tomorrow.
Sorry, I have lost track. I will have these ready by tomorrow.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Sorry for the late response.
Dark Muse: I liked the "tweets" and the "twits" on the second line the best.
chevalierdelame: It made sense. If that's what he had to do, that's what he had to do.
oddball (aka Pendragon): Yeah, it must have been the monster.
mal4mac: I guess I can't blame Rocinante.
colb2: We are not detainees. The heart alone left me confused.
I enjoyed them all. Sorry again for the late response.
The winner is mal4mac!
Congratulations!
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Congrats, mal4mac!
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...
Thanks YesNo, and thanks to Cervantes for the inspiration.
I've just re-read Alice in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass, so the form I want to see everyone have a go at is one stanza of a nonsense poem in the style of Jabberwocky:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jabberwocky
Here's my entry. Not really, just an example, it might be in the spirit of the work to vote for myself, but I will resist
"Smoothrighty"
'Twas hiffling, and the swifty cloves
Did jamp and jigger in the skein;
All slothly were the godoboves,
And the light sous verklein.
Last edited by mal4mac; 08-01-2014 at 11:06 AM. Reason: improving form
Beware the time limit, my sons and daughters! 8:58 am BST, 17 August is the deadline.
Last edited by mal4mac; 08-17-2014 at 03:57 AM.
T'was evening and her painted toes
Did curl and straighten out again
Ah smoothly moved the passion's flow
And she moaned out loud again
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...
When evening scents the Mithal trees
To please the frickle nose of night,
With eager ease she wildeyed sees
The darkness through delight.
“Make haste and run away with me.
Your father feigntful wants us gone.
We’ll cross the Leewild Forest be
Away when dusk calls dawn.”
But she would not ride off with him
Though handly fair of husky form,
Though strongly slim, sweet Gildawim
Would not offend the norm.
“Ride now! The night is begging you.
The stilblink stars will shine till late.
And when we do, the Precids, too,
Will fantasize our fate.”
She hesitates behind the door
That firmly guards what’s in from harm
And on the floor the Shiftwindmor
Cries out in sly alarm:
“Beware the boy behind that man
Who calls you through that pretty face
Though pleasure can be wild....” She ran
And caught him through embrace.
When evening scents the Mithal trees
To please the frickle nose of night,
With eager ease she wildeyed sees
The darkness through delight.
Last edited by YesNo; 07-31-2014 at 10:06 AM.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
twas a lily pythee
through raucous
crackled sythee
for a many whsitles lighty
blew to it tinets pierce full
errands gored
the sound was emit
but life stilled nothing was widdled.
Last edited by cacian; 08-01-2014 at 10:35 AM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Sand Between Me Toes / A Jabber Walk
The whalevyrne creach'd
whilst I combay'd the beach
O! What a geist and a tunder !
Krillsnax gave crush, to that
which had smitherto launch'd,
staggy'd a pace before gapey'd
7/31/2014
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Last edited by tailor STATELY; 07-31-2014 at 10:26 PM.
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Off with your head, YesNo! ONE STANZA ONLY (I'll count your very pretty first stanza as your entry...)Originally Posted by YesNo
Last edited by mal4mac; 08-02-2014 at 12:11 PM.
Ah! One stanza? I got carried away. There are many good ones in this contest. Nice choice of form, by the way.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
what is the deadline for this contest?
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
How can poetry ever be dead? There is no deadline! On the other hand, it's today. Watch this space, or rather, don't, you'll go cross-eyed. Entries still accepted, until they're not. Check in later, and get the drinks in.
Last edited by mal4mac; 08-17-2014 at 01:57 AM.
Trumpets parp! Here we have the results of the Jabberwocky competition!
"Well that question made no sense at all!" You say! Well spotted! So I will allow anything in the form of Jabberwocky, but not the style, and anything in the style of Jabberwocky, but not the form, and, as it's all nonsense anyway, anything else.
I liked all the poems, and think all should have prizes. But, as I don't want you fighting over who sets the next competition, I will choose a winner.
Pendragon - as befits our form-meister, this is perfectly in the form of Jabberwocky. But, as I had the Red Queen in mind, the poem is far from pretty. And the poor old dear has gout, so how can you expect all that straightening and curling? Also, do I detect a hint of eroticism? Poor old Lewis will spin in his grave if eroticism is rampant in his form. We can't have our leader gyrating in his coffin, so I'm afraid this verse must be consigned to the flames immediately.
YesNo - Didn't read the question, which shows extreme sense, and therefore a few marks knocked off for that. By not reading the question he created a whole poem in the style and form of Jabberwocky, rather than the one verse required. This is far too much excess work to impose on the examiner! But as I had the sense to just read the first verse, I didn't get too angry, so I'll allow the first verse as YesNo's entry. He remains in contention.
Cacian - As a dedicated judge, I kept a close eye on this thread (I've nothing else to do...) and spotted Cacian making a quick swop. Quite right! Her first poem was armful, and had a severe lack of nonce words. Her replacement is excellent, a wonderful, medieval epic poem of an angry flower surviving a long quest, and overcoming many difficulties.
tailor STATELY - This is a Jabberwocky for the Reservoir Dogs generation. It takes the violence inherent to Jabberwocky and lifts it to a whole new level. Whale-wolverine's screeching, the hero fighting a beach, and the author emitting a Hegelian sub-text. It's mayhem! What more could you want? Wonderful, emotion inspiring, nonce words - every time I see "Krillsnax" I feel peckish.
It's difficult to pick a winner, but I think Alice's criteria of "prettiness" forces me to choose..
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YesNo. The scent of the Mithal trees certainly pleases my frickle nose. So, YesNo, go to the Red Queen to be crowned. (Make sure to remind her that the "off with your head" order has been rescinded... and speak up, she's a bit deaf.)
Last edited by mal4mac; 08-17-2014 at 03:49 AM.
haha malmac I have indeed made a swop
great feedback by the way thank you !
I very much enjoyed experimenting with this form it was a great idea
YesNo a well deserved win congratulations!!!
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
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