Famous Quoted Line Poetry Contest

[prendrelemick]

Northern song.

There are strange things done,
And strange songs sung,
When the wolf howls at the moon.
Tales without reason,
In time and in season,
The hare dances with the loon.

In the midnight sun,
When the salmon run,
And the banks are lined with bear.
Then fox and crow,
Scavenge below,
And bigfoot leaves his lair.

By those who moil for gold,
These stories have been told,
Passed down from fellow to fellow.
For the swish of a pan,
Breeds songs in a man,
As he searches for the yellow.

[Pendragon]

And the winner is....

Pendragon,...again - somebody break his keyboard or something.

And with this comment, I leave the contests again. I don't think myself the best poet on here. But this comment really stung. It is like saying that if I put a poem in a contest, then everyone else might as well not waste their time. I dunno. I will finish judging the contests that I have left on Dec. 21 After that I'm gone

Pendragon

[bounty]

i typically don't come to the poetry sections of the forum, but I saw your comment pen on the "whats new" page and thought it warranted a reply from someone outside the thread. please don't mind my kibitzing.

no---it isn't like saying "that if you put a poem in the contest, then every else might as well not waste their time." it isn't saying that at all. its not a criticism of your winning, or your entering or a disincentive for anyone else to enter a poem.

all it is---is a comical tribute to how good you are at it/how much people are liking your poems.

stay encouraged, and stay here.

[prendrelemick]

It was a compliment.

[bessecar]

Is this still going? If so, then where are we? What's the line?

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

An Abstract Northern Tale
in the Manner of Johnny Horton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSt0NEESrUA


Put a log on the fire, prop up your bipedal tire, I have a golden tale to tell.
Abstract fragments of lore, chipped from Alaskan ore, the year was 1913.
It was a party of three; Horton, Thornton and Kandinsky (a canine companion).
A shimmering team of salmon, pulled them up the Yukon, Kandinsky at the prow.
They pulled into Nome, their feet began to roam, to join the rush for nuggets.
Picks and shovels flew, and the ale did too, bladders began to stretch.
Kandinsky went to Ketchikan, to pick up some flour and spam, and a treat of colorful candy.
Zappa, the clerk, gave him a note, a burlap bag to tote, the staples back to camp.
Horton read the quote, as their bladders continued to bloat and here is what it said:
“There are strange things done, in the Midnight Sun, by the men who moil for gold."
Distended by excessive thirst, the party did burst, outside to etch pictures in the snow.
The two men stepped back to show, their yellow lithographs in the snow; two fine pieces of work.
Kandinsky however, left a colorful abstract shower, a result of the candy I assume.
All the moilers gathered round, to see Kandinsky’s masterpiece on the ground, he called it Composition VII.

[Pendragon]

Anyone else? There are still eleven days to go!

[Pendragon]

It's the 21st and time for the judging:

YesNo: Stayed true to the rhyme. Not bad at all.
Dark Muse: Very deep and mystical
Tailor STATELY: A unique interpretation
prendrelemick: Loved it totally
GG: Nice I loved Johnny Horton’s “North to Alaska.”

But in the end there can be only one:

Mick: The splitting of the given line into three pieces was I thought the cleverest use of the given line!

Congrats!

God Bless

Pen

[prendrelemick]

Thanks pen. I'll try to find something as inspirational for the next one.

[prendrelemick]

How about some more Neruda. From Love Sonnet XI

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,


And the line is:
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

[Pendragon]

Donald

There you stand you stuffed shirt blooming fool!
Looking down the sovereign nose of your arrogant face
You really are not the sharpest or brightest tool
But you bluster and bully you hopeless disgrace!

Your arrogant face looks down on the people
Your mouth doesn't open unless a lie escapes
You think yourself an angel under the church's steeple
You rant every time someone else wins and you lose. Sour grapes!

Where did you get that hairdo jackass?
What makes you not smell yourself with that sovereign nose?
You think being loud and obnoxious is going to pass?
You couldn't lead a honeybee to a rose!

Do you think that your arrogance will help you get elected?
Better keep that sovereign nose well protected.

Pendragon
12/20/2015

[YesNo]

“The sovereign nose of your arrogant face”
Is something my mind would like to replace
With prettier images--you as a child,
Inquisitive, sensitive, innocent, wild.

But that cannot be since my mind is so full
Of the arrogant face and the mouth dripping bull,
And that sovereign nose, upended in sight
And those nostrils, small caves, and that brain without light.

[tailor STATELY]

Anagram: 3-lines from Neruda: Love Sonnet XI/English translation

"I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes"

May our vanity, aglow, obey a thrill best not fed ennui
A fey frost graces age unto honor, I, ever on
O lies ! Thus thy altar hedges a fate none to wife

1/30/2016

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[_Joe_]

Household Demon
A voice that haunts my deepest slumbers,
Two spear-like arms that ever race,
And at the center, ringed by numbers,
The sov'reign nose of your arrogant face.

O trickster devil, household sprite,
That daily will appall and shock.
O thing of evil, dressed in white,
And going by the name of "Clock".

[Pendragon]

Like that one, Joe!