Poetry Contest

[blondeatheart]

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[Virgil]

Hey this is a wonderful idea for a thread. And I have to participate.

OK, a little preface here before my poem. I thought the balloon scene was kind of funny and absurd, so what better poem but a sequence of Limericks. Now Xam, as you will see in the poem, I'm not always politically correct. I can also sink to some low depths.

Ballooning Limericks

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The day for ballooning was here
And Jack brought Jill for a beer
But lines got all tangled
And balloons were all mangled
And Jill thought Jack was a queer.

II

Jack talked Jill into the hoop
He thought he finally got the scoop
Up went the balloon
Jack smelling like a saloon
Jack thinking Jill was a dupe.

III

When high up in the air
Jack made his intentions clear
He swore and was crude
And was exceptionally rude
Decided it was time to be bare.

IV

When Jill blew her gasket
She said that was no mascot
And closing her fist
And swinging her wrist
Pushed Jack right out of the basket.

V

The police got a thrill
When they questioned poor Jill
Of the body they found
With no trousers around
How Jack was found on the hill.

edit: I have decided to change the poem a little bit. Perhaps I got carried away and was as crude as Jack (in the poem). So, I offer my apologies if you read the poem and were offended. I agree it crossed a line. Poetry need not be crude in any way; suggestion is more powerful than pornography. I guess, Xam, I am PC.

[spally]

fly away my sanity,
taking all my worries with.
be now with out time,
passing into the clouds.
with my thoughts all jumbled,
and not a sane thought to think.
fly away my sanity,
if so to only keep me sane.

[Grumbleguts]

OK, I guess I should make a decision

They're all really good, I like the last one coz it's so true, but of course it has nothing to do with the picture lol so I'm not counting it

Anyway, I've decided on the poem by Xamonas
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It looks like a gate, but it ain't
It's just paint.
And the sunlight, so bright, is just white;
And the grass and the trees, is just green;
Not a tree trunk, instead, it's just red;
And the building itself is a hue,
Grey or blue?
And the curling wrought iron
And the dapples of shade
And the half-seen facade
And the balled balustrade
Are just splashes
And dabs
And swirls
And specks
And touches
And swathes
And flicks
And flecks
Of pigment and water, applied with a brush
With painstaking care, or perhaps in a rush,
By an artist unknown but with well-tempered sight
For colour,
Perspective,
For texture,
And Light.
It all looks so real but it lacks a dimension;
A beautiful scene, but merely pretension.
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I just like the rhythm and the story behind it
especially the last lines

anyway, that means xamonas gets to post the next pic - have fun!!

Oh dear. Now he will never fit his hat again. I doubt his head will even manage the space betweeen the door-jambs.

Xamonas old friend, congratulations. I must confess that it is actually quite good (for you!) Nice to see that you have learned how to rhyme at last.

[spally]

by the way Xamonas, congrats on winning. i did quite enjoy readingyor poem. compared to what i have been posting it was a master piece . congradulations agian.

[white camellia]

Are you serious, Mr. Balloon?
If I were as costumeless as you,
You would entertain me
In your secret cloud-castle?
You are born with colorized skin,
But I am only yellow--
Isn't it true, Mr. Balloon?
Inflated West laughed at meagre East,
Crowded North laughed at sparse South,
Frigidity scorched Torridity,
Apotheosis of reason suppressed instincts?
But I was once primitive--
You are chagrined, Mr. Balloon?
People parade their intelligence and bravery
When you lament your ancestors,
The victims of martial explosion,
The scapegoat of iniquitous desire?
But I shall be humble--
My color of topaz will be revealed
To you, Mr. Balloon.

[Xamonas Chegwe]

I've got my work cut out to judge this lot - there are some excellent entries - thanks to all that have entered. I will announce a winner tomorrow sometime - I've got to read them all again first.

[blondeatheart]

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[Xamonas Chegwe]

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Dragon’s breath
balloons, birds below
Basket and strings tangling
with the clouds, in between wind’s
grin and gale’s challenge, let us
float in search of Jack’s Beanstalk
And the frazzled, lonely giant.
I will most happily leave
The earth



Just to be
Alone for a
moment with
you and the sky,
To find we can fly.

Although I was torn between this and another (which I won't mention - they were all very good). In the end it was the clever shape and the 'strings tangling with the clouds' that clinched it.

Well done Riesa and thank you all for making my job so difficult.

XC

[spally]

congradulations Riesa!!

[Riesa]

OH! I never thought I'd win, there really were some excellent submissions, maybe we should have a runner up? thank you so much, xc. I'm really pleased!

I have to run, but I'll come back a little later and post a new picture.

[white camellia]

Congratulations, dear Riesa! This poem is my favorite of all those from you. I just realized its balloon shape, very pleasing!

[Riesa]

thanks, white camellia and spally.


these little rascals have been on my mind lately, I can't wait to see what comes out of this.

[Virgil]

Congratulations Riesa. I agree you had the best poem.

Question on you photo: Is that a crab or spider or scorpion or some other animal?

[Riesa]

it's a scorpion!