Form Poem Contest

[autolycus]

Reflections on Modern US Politics

Anger became calm;
Did everyone forget?

Gerontocracy here,
imitating jealous Kronos,
liquidates modern narratives.

O passionate quorum,
relentlessly seek that
united vision wakes
Xanadu's young Zeus!

[poetjo]

Only a few days left to submit an "alphabet" poem....c'mon poets - write, write, write!!!!

[Joyeuse]

Boom
A big crash.
Doves extinct forever.
Gone: Happiness, Innocence, Joy.
Killing little men nuke.
Oath prevails quarantine.
Redraft some thoughtless ubiquitarian values.
Waff Xavier yells,
"Zen"

[schadenfreude]

Longing

Another black cloud.
Do evenings fall gently-
hazes in jubilation?

Kingfishers live,
meandering needlessly
on pointless quests.

See! The undulating
vagaries wakes
Xi’an’s yearning zones.

[poetjo]

Hi all;
THanks to everyone for writing an alphabet poem...I won't have access to a computer for the weekend so will post the winner on Monday once I've looked them all over...I hope that's okay...
There's all really good poems, it'll be a tough decision!! Thanks in advance for your patience.

[Joyeuse]

Hmmmm... This is problematic... what should we do now?

[Pendragon]

We can always vote on it, and move to start a new contest. I started this thread as a contest, and I want it to continue as one. Poetjo has had plenty of time to judge this contest. Where is she? Anyone know?

We can go forward with a new contest, say Shakespearean Sonnet, which I will judge myself, anyone interested in that? We'll try to get people who are going to be here. What say?

[AuntShecky]

Good to see you back, Pen.
When you say "Shakespearean" I know you mean 14 lines of iambic pentameter, but do you mean his rhyme scheme as well? What will be the deadline?

[Pendragon]

Good to see you back, Pen.
When you say "Shakespearean" I know you mean 14 lines of iambic pentameter, but do you mean his rhyme scheme as well? What will be the deadline?

Thanks, Auntie! Yes, same rhyme scheme. Example:

Food Fright

What do they put in the food that they sell,
That makes it safe for human consumption?
This tin of canned meat has a suspicious coating of jell,
As if left out until spoiled. I’ve a strong notion
To gag as I look at this crumbling cheese—
Sweet Lord, the stuff looks as though it were rotten!
Whew! And its scent floating by on the breeze—
Tells me that this “delicacy” best be forgotten!
Don’t read the ingredients on hot dogs, dear friend,
Nor on anything made from ground meat—
For if you find out the kinds of things they will put in
You will never desire anything else to eat…
And do not think yourself safe because you are a vegan—
Things like hair and mousie poo and other things get in…

Pendragon
© 3/30/08

I won't set a deadline unless I get poems, but it would be the norm (around a month, shorter if intrest lags)

[alakungfu]

Love of Fancy

If ever in a dream I see
The future as I’ve fantasized,
The figure of it laid afore me,
My present happenings mesmerized;
If I tomorrow were regent
Of all the lands the winds do touch,
Responsible for indigent
And affluent of savage clutch,
If the seat of power suited
And if I lost my humble state,
Life per my knowledge convoluted,
No poor fortune bore my weight,

I would have you be there with me,
Forever together most worthy be.

[lucidnightmares]

allways wanted to try this style



I can write endlessly
yet never find a single word
forging syllables artlessly
with thoughts absurd
to capture a moment
is to engulf eternity
to be perfectly content
to live with insanity
and it allways returns
to similar subjects
my tears and heart burns
it`s all so complex

and all the words fail in times of passion
for all we need is that single action

[Pendragon]

I take it, then, that people do wish to enter poems in the form I suggested! Well, let's have a few more, and we'll think about a deadline about June 7th, to give me time to get back from vacation and settled back in. The winner will be posted on June 9th. Everyone let everyone else know the contest is back up and running!

[AuntShecky]

Will’s Will

We patch biography the best we can
among the remnant details of his life.
We know the works much better than the man,
and even less of Mistress Ann, his wife.
In the Tudor cottage kept tidy, she
took care to settle down the babes at night.
Thus set in her role, her Will was thus set free
to play around The Globe, to act, to write.
His sonnets dripping with exotic charms
could shed some water, though he still retains
the comfort of the Little Woman’s arms.
(So we assume.) But still the fact remains
that when led to his own eternal rest,
he left her just a bed – and not his best.

[schadenfreude]

Shadow Frenzy

There’s a ghastly creature in the shadows-
Those ten mournful eyes staring straight at me
Those ten spiteful eyes that quickly narrow
Striking my heart with a deadly decree.
O, what Lord that made this monstrosity!
Crawling from the deepest depths of the earth
To incite horror and adversity!
Surely He who brought the flowering birth
- He who sang the stars and inflamed the suns -
could not have woven a web so viscous
to trap the weak. Let it all come undone!
For surely it is not too ambitious,
If lift up my shoe, in a mad bout
To stamp it out! Mash and stamp it all out!

[Pendragon]

Still time for more poems! Write, Poets! Write!