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    The tension never weakens when waiting for judging.
    I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.


    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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    I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.


    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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    Well, AndyDio did say the 26th...
    Some of us laugh
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    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Did he? Oh I'm sorry...i got date confused again, excuse the above.
    I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.


    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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    Hey guys sorry bout not posting yesterday! But I had just gotten back from the airport and my family wanted to spend time with me. (^: Give me a couple minutes and I'll post the results.
    "O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
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    PS To all who are confused, I am a "she"
    "O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
    -Louis Aragon


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    Hey everyone, great job with the poems- here is what I thought about each one.
    Quote Originally Posted by AdoreroDio View Post

    Quote Originally Posted by dramasnot6 View Post
    Tornado

    ...Upon being picked up again, I did not forget you
    I leafed through my head
    Only discovering we were
    Blown away
    Dramasnot6- I really liked the imagery in this poem. I think it’s a great point of view, different because it’s from the book but intriguing. Great poem. You really captured the feelings I saw in the picture. Those last lines “Only discovering we were Blown away” are really great and this poem caught me all the way to the end.

    Quote Originally Posted by littlewing53 View Post
    In black and white
    envision the babble of open books
    a clamor of commotion
    a symphony of words
    a concert of thoughts pressing to be heard

    the untouched book is eager
    full of anticipation
    trusting the orchestra of words arrival
    pages upon pages fluttering
    excited by the measure of letters...

    ...the conductor’s hand is stilled
    silence breaks out
    and...another book is read
    This is an amazing poem. When I chose the picture I thought most would write of abandoned books, something not so cheery but your poem gives a new point of view for the reader. It made me smile because it seems as if you reached into my mind about what I think about books as I’m reading them then put it flowingly on paper. Very impressive.
    Quote Originally Posted by the silent x View Post
    The Reaper

    The reaper is coming,
    Can you hear his breath?
    The sound of a thousand pages turning.
    In his hand he holds death,
    And in yours, you hold nothing.
    ......
    This is a good poem, as I read it I thought sort of like a “revenge of the books” and the ending is great. You almost did an awesome job on the rhyming, it wasn’t forced and sounded great but what sort of caught me off guard was that Stanza two didn’t seem to follow the rhyme scheme. But I must compliment you on your ability to write unforced rhymes, I know many writers who avoid writing rhymed poetry because it usually sounds like they are working to hard at it and it doesn’t flow. Great job and great word choice as well


    Mushabu- I loved the intro, great way to capture your audience but after that this poem confused me. The point of view seemed to be from an inhuman, non-god thing but I couldn’t figure it out. And it seemed to go from books in the beginning to how humans are flawed and will have to die before they understand.

    Quote Originally Posted by motherhubbard View Post
    well, here it is.

    Sacrificed Humanity

    Proudly they came, bearing meaty offerings of written word,
    Laying upon the sardonic alter a sacrifice too great.
    Elated with the promise, and hungry for more and more,
    They gave over this great treasure without a second thought.
    Knowledge, language, symbols, history, philosophy, and religion - cast off.
    Humanity blindly forsaking its humanity, with no sense of loss.

    Now the heart of man beats cold, unable to comprehend the price that was paid.
    All that can be found of the past is discarded like rubbish.
    Ruffling pages cry out to deaf ears, quieting only with the stillness of the wind.
    The world, in its push for more, forsook what it already had.
    Upon the steps of the alter are the last few remains.
    Relics of the past left to the elements.

    Knowledge exchanged for apathy. Mankind no more than a shell.
    Turn away from the volumes; shield your ears from the truth.
    Stand before the judgment lost, blinded and deafened by a barren lust.
    What is hollow will not be filled; hunger and thirst will not be quenched.
    When morning opens wide and the silence of loss screams,
    Who will hear the pleading whisper of origins yearning to be understood?
    Wow...that is a really great poem. You really wrote what I saw in the picture. The imagery and word choice, especially in the first stanza is just exquisite. It flowed really well and I enjoyed reading it very much.

    Quote Originally Posted by Debrasue View Post
    Maybe it's not as tragic as it looks…
    these steps of lonely, disheveled books…
    put out by someone…we don't know why…
    books pleading to be touched & admired, by passers by…
    books to be taken home and lovingly read….
    while cuddled up in an armchair…or sprawled on a bed…
    or lying on the grass in the middle of the park… under a tree…
    any place is a good place to be…
    A book is a friend with memories to share…
    some make you laugh…others … lay your soul bare…
    And like a friend…you can take a book anywhere…
    or just stay home …but not truly alone… with a book there…
    because in your caress is where it longs to be…
    not languishing on a step...or table…idly
    a book hates to be neglected and ignored…
    the warmth of your hands and a loving gaze…ahh...to be adored…
    pages of knowledge and inspiration offered for your pleasure…
    to be voraciously devoured…or languidly consumed at your leisure…
    Someday, maybe, books will be uploaded into cyberspace for all to see…
    But for now…thank Heaven…These books... on these steps... in the breeze...
    seem to whisper "I am here…come touch me....Please!"
    You did an awesome job Debrasue. I loved how well you rhymed, unforced and it really flowed. It really captured the emotions that a book lover would feel when looking at those step of books just waiting to be read. Great job!

    Quote Originally Posted by Adolescent09 View Post
    I gave it my best shot. May luck be with all the contestants and more to come!

    The Plea of the Bibliophile

    Grant us serve this moment,
    to grasp the last of time,
    Let us praise each ink-stained firmament
    for works so full-divined.

    The Pedant -- "It was never meant to meet this fate,
    Never meant to mold from prime,
    It was never meant to greet such hate,
    and never meant to hold a title other than sublime"

    How do we rectify a folly,
    from the architraves of past*
    Why must we devastate humanity
    by proporting ignorance to the caste
    which suffocates ingenuity
    and crowns us in Potentate illiterate doom to last.

    **This is supposed to remotely reflect the architraves or beams laterally and horizontally suspended which reaped the blood of the parochial Christians’ savior.
    This was a really good poem It really touched my heart. It truly puts an image in your head that sticks there. Great job. I loved the words you used - The Pedant, architraves, and firmament among many others caught my eye. Great word choice and rhyming


    -autolycus
    I liked this poem for it’s deep insight and I really like the title. Great use of mathematical terms evenly throughout the whole poem. It made it flow very well and come together as a great poe
    Quote Originally Posted by Petrarch's Love View Post


    The End

    Scattered souls in a heap,
    Lives laid open
    In haphazard violence.
    Upon the steps their final words
    Cry out in silence.....

    ........Scattered souls walking by
    Will you have mercy on these?
    Upon the steps their final words
    Appeal to you,
    Appeal only to be heard.
    Lift them up, and turn endings to beginnings.
    Remember them
    As you would be remembered
    When you have joined
    Scattered souls in a heap.
    Beautiful poem, it really makes you hear the books from the steps calling out to be picked up and read. I love the line “Lift them up, and turn endings to beginnings.” and this poem really just flows off the page. It’s very well written and has great words


    Ok so this was really hard to judge there were so many great poems. It ended up being really difficult to choose between three of them. I loved all of the poems, they are all amazing.
    But I believe "the humble effort" of Petrarch's Love really was the best. Congrats Petrarch! You did a really great job!


    Quote Originally Posted by Petrarch's Love View Post
    Yes, welcome back Adorero Dio. Not entirely clear as to when the deadline is now, but in case it hasn't passed here's my humble effort:

    The End

    Scattered souls in a heap,
    Lives laid open
    In haphazard violence.
    Upon the steps their final words
    Cry out in silence.

    Scattered dreams at their end,
    Warm love ripped apart by
    Lives laid open
    On cold stone steps,
    The marriage of true minds broken
    At the spine.

    Scattered forms in dismal piles,
    Still and motionless,
    Glad animal movements all gone by.
    The flesh and blood of Human Anatomy
    Torn and left to die
    In haphazard violence.

    Scattered voices in polyphony
    Cry out in silence.
    These who told sad tales of the deaths of kings
    Meet their own death,
    And beside them others cease to sing
    A song of themselves with a barbaric Yawp!

    Scattered souls walking by
    Will you have mercy on these?
    Upon the steps their final words
    Appeal to you,
    Appeal only to be heard.
    Lift them up, and turn endings to beginnings.
    Remember them
    As you would be remembered
    When you have joined
    Scattered souls in a heap.
    "O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
    -Louis Aragon


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    congratulations Patriarch’s Love!!!! you did a great job!!!

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    Yeah its one of those "oh my!" poems!
    Congrats Petrarch's Love.
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    Good job, Petra. As the ex-facto judge, I will not say if this was the one I would have chosen or not. The job of AndyDio was hard enough...

    OK, Petra, what's the next picture? I couldn't enter this one since AndyDio wanted me to judge in her place and then returned to judge anyway...

    Pen

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    Some of us smoke
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    But it's all just the way
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    Pet congrats! awesome poem...it was beautiful reflection of the pix

    thank you adio for taking the time to review our poems...great choice!..i thought pet's was an incredible poem too...as always the poems posted were beautifully written and inspiring...can't wait for the next pix....

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    Wow, thanks Adorero Dio, and thanks for the other kind comments. I'm honored to have my poem chosen from among all these fine compositions.

    O.K., will go off and hunt for a good picture now and post again shortly.

    "In rime sparse il suono/ di quei sospiri ond' io nudriva 'l core/ in sul mio primo giovenile errore"~ Francesco Petrarca
    "Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can."~ Jane Austen

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    Quote Originally Posted by Petrarch's Love View Post
    Wow, thanks Adorero Dio, and thanks for the other kind comments. I'm honored to have my poem chosen from among all these fine compositions.

    O.K., will go off and hunt for a good picture now and post again shortly.
    I enjoyed all of the poems also. Congratulations Petrarch!
    I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.

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    Interesting. I'd like to be informed when the next picture is posted.

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    And here's the picture for the next round. The deadline for entries will be August 19th. Good luck to all of our prolific poets.


    "In rime sparse il suono/ di quei sospiri ond' io nudriva 'l core/ in sul mio primo giovenile errore"~ Francesco Petrarca
    "Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can."~ Jane Austen

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