“A Million Souls”
A million and one souls,
So close and so far
Give winks of hello,
“We're not so apart”
Glazed by the heavens,
Shine twinkles of hope
Beyond our small earth,
These souls all elope
Love we don't show them,
They hold for us still
And pray that tomorrow,
Our wars will grow ill
For the stars are like us,
They love and they dream
So close and so far,
“Keep strong” with each wink
Beautiful entry Revolte -- heavens! this contest will be tough to judge.
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
You my life !
Whenever am alone
whenever am sad
whenever i miss you
i just look at the stars
whenever i want you
whenever i need you
whenever i miss you
i just look at the stars
As the stars shining
It's your eyes i see
And at the falling star
I make one wish
to just be with you again
For your my life
"He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
It happened calmly, on its own,
The way the night comes when day is done."
hoope -- the rule to the contest state that you can only submit one poem per picture, so just tell which one you want to me formally judge, and that's the one that I'll review.
Quick note: one more day left!
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
Hello guys,
I've been away for the past couple of days; I'll have the winner selected and the reviews up either tonight or tomorrow morning. Sorry for the delay!
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
Sorry for the delay everyone -- I've been a little busier than normal in real life, but I've got the results of our stellar contest. Thank you all for submitting. It was fun to read each entry.
Revolte "A Million Souls"-- I loved the five-count rhythm of your work and the lines "and pray that tomorrow,/our wars will grow ill" were my favorite --that whole stanza actually.
Pendragon "Eyes in the Sky": the poem leaves a short but lasting impression on me (sort of like a star). The phrase "flotsam and jetsam of forever" playfully hinted at the cosmic wreck of the big - kaboom. Lovely.
free "Salute from a Friendly Star"-- I loved the hope in this poem and, more importantly, how the parallel that you build between the stars and the narrator. The powerful line "why shouldn't it be the truth" testifies to the great power of small gestures of acknowledgment.
Dark Muse "When a star falls" -- I was struck by the phrase "dead eyes" to describe the star light; the cool, silver light of the night sky has always felt a little dead but animated to me too. Yours also plays with ideas of distance: while the stars themselves may be long dead, their light reaches us now and we, here, are in turn a sort of heaven for their light.
But the winner is BienvenuJDC for his untitled entry. The strongest part of the this poem, to me, was the narrator who uses the sky to speculate on ends and beginnings of things. The poem's light rhyme & the playful diction, "doughnut" and "sparks", brought humility and delight to this reader, a good paring. The poem also suggests of divinity, but doesn't dictate so that the reader could linger in the cosmic question.
So, BienvenuJDC, pick a picture!
EDIT: hoope -- unfortunately, I could not count your submissions as you entered two poems, while the rules state that you could only enter one. I noted this earlier in the thread when free made multiple submissions, and she then told me which one to formally judge for the contest.
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
Last edited by BienvenuJDC; 03-16-2010 at 04:17 PM.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Congratulations, Bienvenu! A fine poem.
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
Congratulations, I quite enjoyed your poem.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Thank you all for your congrats and comments. I have posted a picture to inspire you all. I would like to propose a deadline of April 7th at this point. This should give everyone enough time to consider the image and develop your thoughts and feelings. I hope to see a good response from everyone.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
I LOVE your image, cannot wait to come up with something for it.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Reflections In the Morning Mist
I
Morning hush
a cold breath
stirring my reflections
through the misty veil.
II
I caught a glimpse
for a moment
of her face
and just like that
she disappeared
beneath the fog.
III
In the stillness
of the air
perched alone
as if at world's edge
voices sing
from the waters below
like a siren's song.
IV
With the shifting winds
behind the gray haze curtains
a way is set, a bridge in the gap
between two worlds.
V
Perhaps Avalon
awaits upon the other side
where she still dances
in spring rains
but that isle of
faerie specters
is a world for the dead.
VI
Here I stand alone
within the morning mist
hoping with fear
to catch a glimpse
of those far away
lands of myth.
VII
A whisper of sweet
good-byes to a fading
memory as the fog
falls again and conceals
my haunting dreams.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
A great start for this competition, Dark Muse...
Now we can only hope that some competition shows...
Thank you for your submission, and I'm glad that you liked the picture. I had picked about five pictures to choose from, but when I saw this one...well, it was automatically the one!
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Bridge Over the River Styx
The other end of the bridge lies shrouded in fog
What lies just beyond is something I cannot see—
Heaven or Hell, something more, something less
To know with a certainty I must cross the bridge
Vaporous shapes seem to move in the mist,
Voices call out and beckon me on
Then shadows and ghosts wave me back from the edge
Whisper that the time is not yet and to resist
Any feelings that might turn my hand against myself
To hurry the crossing before the crossing over is due
My exit from life remains a unwritten time:
I am forbidden to cross the bridge today
Pendragon
March 17, 2010
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...