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    The Hope/Red Button subject contest is closed.

    Thanks for all who participated, the winner will be announced shortly.

    Thanks for all who participated...FABulous work all!

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    I'd rather have questions that I can't answer than answers that I can't question.

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    Hope/"red button" Winner Announcement

    Thanks to Pendragon, Sapphire, PoemsEulogy, Alakungfu for your submissions.

    The concept for a poem about hope that included the words “red button” came from some lines that popped into my head when considering various subjects and topics for this contest. I have yet to write the poem, but the lines are roughly the following:
    “All I have left is hope.
    To see the shiny red buttons on her favorite sweater
    To feel her gentle touch stroking my hair
    To hear her softly whisper that everything’s going to be ok
    To hope….”
    Pendragon I enjoyed the metaphoric imagery of slimy panic and feathery hope.

    Sapphire what a fun structural form!

    PoemsEulogy, you nicely captured the essence of a less-is-more moment for me.

    Alakunfu, you were able to conjure some great emotional imagery.

    Thank you all, it was fun reading and re-read the entries. While all complied with mentioning the the words "red button" and included an element of hope, the piece that included the words and seemed to be about hope (if I am reading it correctly) was Alakunfu’s, “By Order of a Buccaneer.”

    Congratulations Alakungfu!
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    Thank you, LMK. I confess, that was a bit of a surprise.

    The next subject is going to be "mixed feelings" and the poem has to include the phrase "tortured soul".

    The contest deadline will be October 31
    "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

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    Skinned Alive

    You say you want to know me? I suppose you can
    try looking into my eyes and if they are not cloudy,
    you may see the tortured soul you’re looking for.

    You might even engage a mettle detector to count
    the ticks but it often races and it sometimes skips.
    At best you’ll be listening to a faulty metronome.

    If you really want to know me, examine the skin.
    This stretched, limed and living parchment with
    a thousand nerve endings to the inch.

    That’s where you’ll find the indelible fingerprint
    of everyone who’s ever touched me. And, yes,
    I’ve got a few scars but there is a hell of a story

    behind each one. Bruising? Of course. I call that
    my black and blue collection. More wrinkles than
    I’d like - that’s life. Feel free to add up the laugh

    lines I want to multiply by a hundred fold. Those
    freckled places the sun seldom sees? I’ve been
    told they’re kisses from God. Deviant perhaps -

    but who can stop God? Then, after you’ve x-rayed
    each subtle essential layer, goosebump, dimple,
    dip and irregularity.... you’ll know.

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    Beautiful poem, Sophia -- introspective but not unnecessarily critical. This contest is off to a good start.
    "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

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    Between Sunrise & Sunset

    Upon the crossroads
    between shadow and light
    a tortured soul
    stands half in night
    and half in day.

    Before his eyes
    swings the pendulum
    of virtue and vice,
    feeling trepidation
    stir within his blood.

    A road weary traveler
    tempted to lie to rest
    in the devil's embrace
    but in his ear calls a voice
    to walk into the rising sun.

    Neither sinner nor saint
    there comes the moment to choose,
    dust upon the brow,
    steeped in days long sweat,
    the question hovers
    to turn east or west.

    One lone soul
    stranded in the middle
    his heart pulled
    two different ways.

    The path that offers ease
    at the end of his labors,
    but at what eternal cost,
    while the other road
    means more work to come
    but for what reward?

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Mixed Feelings

    Mixed Feelings

    Do I keep moving along the rugged pathway
    Hoping to meet new beginnings at its end—
    Do I search for light and brighter days,
    Or just contemplate whatever life sends…
    I’m just a tortured soul in need of solace
    I wonder: do I give up or just give in…
    Heartaches unnumbered, so out of place—
    Do I continue walking or return to where I began—
    Would starting over really be that bad
    Even though my race is approaching the line—
    Is it worth my while, or will it just make me sad,
    To trade the night’s comfort for blessed sunshine…
    I have had a close call, near as I can figure:
    But sometimes my tortured soul wishes I had pulled that trigger…

    Pendragon
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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...

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    Thank you, Dark Muse, I loved how you paced your poem. And Pendragon, you painted an impressive picture with your poem. Thank you for your submissions. I hope this contest gets a good draw. It will by the look of things.
    "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

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    Mixed Emotions

    Long ago one could find
    a cut called “Mixed Emotions”
    on an album by McKenna.
    Which was better – the class
    of jazzy notes Dave transcribed,-- or
    his own piano style
    rich with stride and sass?
    Though years later my mind
    can still hum it well,
    I can't tell.

    Filling a page may lighten
    life’s ever-plodding load,
    as a free spirit shedding care
    while strolling up an off-beat road.
    Sometimes unsolicited stigmata
    from a deep psychic vein may swell.
    Which is better,-- or
    is neither worth the time and fare?
    I can't tell.

    On rare occasions the arty scam
    pipes up and starts to sing:
    “This could be it, maybe the real thing.”
    Then again, it might all be a mere sham.
    I'm the proverbial tortured soul, –- or
    just a comedian, quirky as hell.
    I can't tell.

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    Wow, Aunt Shecky, you really marry the poem to the chosen topic, well done. And nice choice of form, as well.
    "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

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    Leap Once More

    The doe came stealthily,
    from the great lonely,
    to the salt lick,
    white all around
    and she graceful in it.
    Morning stirred around her
    and she raised her eyes
    to peer into mankind,
    seeking,
    ame torturee pauvre,
    something.
    Then,
    without another glance
    at abandoned civilization,
    she leaped once more
    into the
    dragon’s teeth.

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    Lovely metaphor, qimissung, just like they used to write in days of olde. Dante and Chaucer couldn't have done better. Thank you for your poem.
    "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

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    Beautiful poems so far. And only four days left.
    "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

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    First of all, I must commend you all on your superb poetry. I especially like a poem that thinks itself through and out, answers its own questions so to speak. So, I have selected "Between Sunrise and Sunset" by Dark Muse.
    "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

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    Congratulations, Dark Muse. I kind of like yours because it leaves me with more questions than I started out with!

    As you said, alakungfu, everyone did a superb job. Well, it was an interesting subject!
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