Deep down a demon possesses me.
Help, I cry, help me rid of this curse
None come to save me.
I failed.
I fell.
Death overtakes me.
Gone.
Yet light anew.
Someone has come to save me!
Oh, only judgment.
Sentenced to a pit of fire.
Burning for eternity.
"I'm afriad to fall," she whispered.
"I'll catch you," he replied.
Ah! Two great poems for a start! I must confess neither comes close to expressing (well, depends on your point of view), the original poem, which I will post with the winning poem, but show sides of my weird art. Keep them coming!
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...
Wow, Pen is judging both contests this round! Better get out my best pen and write something worthy of such an illustrious judge.
"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
A little belatedly, congratulationsOriginally Posted by Pendragon
Thanks to you all-- I don't know what to say... I am so amazed at winning that I cannot think...You are all too kind...
A picture now...
Well, this is surreal, and I drew it for a poem I once wrote. Let's see what you people can get out of it...
Best of luck. Will set closing date after I have three entries...
does that mean you drew the pic and wrote the poem? And does that mean we're not worthy writters?!?!?!
"I'm afriad to fall," she whispered.
"I'll catch you," he replied.
Picking the phantom pocket of a mirror silent;
In-season-parents
assist the dextrous-abasement. Replacements
are assimulated
(and easily stitched).
They peel back the curtains to the papilla frame
to let hang,
the judges gaveled fangs, staged
below scarlet witnesses
(shadowed in the hollow trunk).
Herd the flock
to flock when heard
and ‘round and ‘round
the globe will turn
(to the tick of a one-hand clock).
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I think Pen meant that the first two poems had a different take on the picture and his original intent. If he thought you weren't worthy he wouldn't have started his post with "Ah! Two great poems for a start."does that mean you drew the pic and wrote the poem? And does that mean we're not worthy writters?!?!?!
"Do you mind if I reel in this fish?" - Dale Harris
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn." - Ernest Hemingway
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true.....
"I'm afriad to fall," she whispered.
"I'll catch you," he replied.
Whoa up! Yes, I drew this picture, and wrote the original poem but there is no one on this forum whose poetry is not worthy to outshine mine at any darn time! I got a little touchy a while back over poor voter turn-out in forum-sanctioned contests, (which is pathetic!), but my poetry is no better than the next person’s and I am no Prima Donna. Young Bailey, your poem is as dear to me as any that will be presented in this contest. I will not judge it unfairly or think it poor because it came from you. No. Ask anyone who has had me judge their poem before. I take my time with each poem and write to each poet personally.does that mean you drew the pic and wrote the poem? And does that mean we're not worthy writters?!?!?!
LET ME REINTERATE. THERE ARE NO BIG “I’S” AND LITTLE “U’S” HERE. WE ARE POETS!
EVERYONE WELCOME TO SUBMIT A POEM by 3/17/08 (tentatively)
Pendragon
2/27/08
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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...
I know, Just Kidding.
"I'm afriad to fall," she whispered.
"I'll catch you," he replied.
Jewels of Custom
Marry the sky to the horizon
and what do you have?
An image both typical and sublime,
treasured in every land
and idealized by empires,
since the bed of all seasons
began yeilding gilded fruits,
those edible
and those that are purely a feast
for tempted eyes.
Nature exists,
is abstracted,
stylizes forms and designs
in the homes of beauty
and invention
for the enlightened to conjure
at will
like a mutant, mosaic silkworm of destiny
spinning its tailored sleek gauze
in detectable grains
at the tenured periphery outlined
by civilized arrangement
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"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Fabulous pic,Pen! Hmm...I will commence brainstorming
Great poems everyone!
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
Yours is the rose
Whose vibrant thorns pierce me
But I suppose
That though my tears fierce be
Nobody knows
For while the dead
Might think their sleeping cold
My love unsaid
Sleeps now unvoiced untold;
I lost my head
A demon hate
Within this shell abides
Love spoke too late
And now in fear still hides
Behind her gate
I am bereft
My right is wreathed in pain
My hands, once deft
Alarm with clumsy strain
And nothing's left
Lyrics I wrote
Which made all joy to men
Now slit my throat
I have become again
An awkward poet
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
BUMP!
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...
who said the devil is ugly,
who said he doesn't have a heart?
who said he has not seen him,
who said he hasn't experienced him?
He lives in every heart
which is bereft of goodness
He beckons you to come,
to come and be his comrade,
He has no face, no arm, no legs,
yet he manages to grow up
a hand and hold a bough of flower
to attract, to lure people
towards him and be his disciples.
Do not judge him by his proffered kindness
look beyond that and further
all that appears pink is not rose,
even the best wine may seem amber,
crystal clear
but there are lees to it
which normal eyes cannot see !
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