February Contest Results

[The Poetry Contest]

Voting for the February Poetry Contest has closed.

The results and poems with authors will be put up this evening on this thread.

Thanks to all who participated.

anna/liar/patrick

 

[The Poetry Contest]

The winner of the 2nd Monthly Literotica Contest with a total of 5 points in the final poll is:


poem #4

The Glow Of Fates
by Randi Grail

Even in the midst
of an August illusion,
aurora borealis out of sight,
zenith far away,

it is easy to forget
that each particle
I blow from between fingers
contains a promise.

We might live another day,
another hour here,
another year.

Can you see what I see,
my love? The micro spectacle
ahead, possibilities piled
in my palm. The glow
of fates intersected,
right there.

We must carry with each step,
humbly this gift.

Sow what we can,
and reap no other reward
than to witness the marvel
of growth.



The following two poems both got 4 votes in a very close contest.


poem #11

Restoration
by *Catbabe*

Pale pieces of me faded
into an empty landscape
until I closed my eyes.

Over black his voice painted
fresh vision from a palette
of shared memories. Blue eyes

blended with green to see
the sunberry smear juicy
kisses across the sky, sticking

the clouds to the horizon.
Our fingers filtered dripping
rays that dyed my dress

a deeper red. And in the mossy
damp we bathed our feet
in blossom bubbles that floated

on the breeze. The wind is blue
today he whispered and placed
a flower in my hand.

Open your eyes and see.


poem #24

Red Sky at Morning
by Angeline

Here is sunlight,
red sky at morning, and I
take no warning but bend
my head intoxicated
by fields of flowers
dipped blue as sapphire seeds.
Here the canary sunlight

is God who made me
beautiful and ugly, God
who gave me an intaglio
of red sky gleaming past
the wake of dawn, fallen
as prisms to my hair, why
is my heart misshapen?

My monstrous limbs
which should blossom among
the heliotrope and lupine,
are swollen with the half-life
of memory. I limp insufficiency

and God when I fall,
the strongest arms to catch me,
the warmest hands to hold me
aren’t Yours, but a man’s
whose name the flowers whisper.


The remaining finalists and authors.


poem #6

Silent Sophie
by sandspike


She was the round head
in a uneven world.

Grotesgue
sculpture....

minx a fantasy field,
dyed in a summer heat.

Crying out in silence,
I left her that way.


poem #10

Empty Hands
by jthserra

For empty hands once flowers grew
To paint small fingers in pastels
As chalk dust prints appeared on veils
And watercolor stained a robe
It washes out, yet still remains

A hint of sun that fades at night.
As petals tumble to hillsides
Small artist on their palettes nod
And dream of blossom’s fleeting hues
As they trickle though empty hands.


poem #18

Blue Dream Daisy
by champagne1982

Gaze upon the coloured
landscape which nature
has blossomed
right in front
of your monochromatic eyes.

Fall back amidst
the gentle-scented loveliness
that spring
has graciously brushed
warmly against
your pink pastel cheeks.

A flower can never rise
above the lofty height
of a tender stem
but innocent imagination
lifts them, fluttering
free, like butterflies
intent on petalled beds.

Sleep on this breeze
softened evening
and sigh upon the shoulder
of this daisy
scented dream.



The poems and authors.


poem #1

Pythia
by impressive

free to explore
adyton moor
cold and rhetorical

floating demure
ever obscure
sows metaphorical

shadows explore
deeping allure
blooms allegorical

blood sky impure
meadow azure
reaps pallid oracle






poem #2

blue senryu
by bluerains

scrapbook memento
wild flowers textured beauty
pressed inside her mind



poem #3

Psyche
by Remec

The acrid smoke
does not detract
from her studying
of a pale flower,
lighter than Tarheel blue but
deeper than empty sky.
It hovers above her palm,
held by her thoughts,
while she pictures it
within her mind
and thinks what to do with it.

Soft beauty,
elegant, if marred,
thumps its way
through sweet, flower-strewn grass
and over blue-speckled
hills,
dropping petals
that catch upon the
rough fabric of
flame-coloured homespun
(love me, love me not)
and ignoring glances
from untouched
and graceless
souls,
like me.


poem #5

Final Decision
by sack

Final Decision

He loves me, he loves me not...

Memories of the first impression
lingering backwards glance
silly notes passed in haste
We were so in love

Feelings out of control
Losing track of time
Gazing at each other
Peaceful with the world

He loves me, he loves me not...

Our affections blossomed
Tall trees reached for the sun
as we frolicked in the woods
laughing, playing, children at heart

Silly nicknames in a cracked falsetto
Making dinner and making love
walking on the beach
hand in hand in hand in hand

He loves me, he loves me not...

Then the diagnosis
only a little cough
I was sure you didn't notice
as chicken soup masked the pain

It was subtle at first
Longer days at the office
Eyes staring at the floor
Guilt stirred up and served on the side

He loves me, he loves me not...

As the body faded
so did the joy
Ships passing in the night
Words that stuck in the throat

"I'm busy"
"See you later"
"I'll call you"
"Sorry"

He loves me, he loves me not...

The end is near
caring suspended
and the other woman
seems so harmless now

But I want it back...
The goofy smiles
Endless banter
Lovely roses

He loves me, he loves me not...

Please hold my hand
and ease my fears
I will forgive
when I hear the words

Only then
will our love renew
as the bomb drops
and the final curtain closes

He loves me...



boom


poem #7

flower of life
by quietpoet

a dubious maiden
with her intuition
meditates the assumptions
of circular reason
struggling to meld its
meaning into
flowery symbols
created in petals
of blue


poem #8

The Girl In The Red Dress
by Tristesse

Her dress reflects the riotous sunset.
She dances among blue flowers that
Shine in the grass.

But there are sulfurous clouds
And a darkness rising up
Like an ominous swell
Around her.

The flowers are maimed
And the maiden droops
In her blood-red dress.
Heavy lidded
Her eyes look bruised,
And her small mouth
Bitterly pursed.

Her skirt stained blue,
Where flowers have been pressed to weeping
Where she knelt.
Angst distorts her limbs
As she catches one last
Perfect blossom
To feel the azulene tears weep
Through her fingers.


poem #9

Sweet innocence
by Hulder

Such sweet innocence
Pure
Untouched
An ice crystal
A flower
Still in bud

To taste
Such innocence
To touch it
To melt the crystal
With the heat from my fingers
Feed the blossom
Until it blooms

If only I could
Stay
In that moment forever
Where heat meets ice
Where bud trembles
Shivering
As life
Is pumped into its veins
And it unfolds

Its beautiful leaves
A lush
Sweet smelling flower
The melted crystal falls
Hitting the fragile petals
Wet
Like a tear


poem #12

Mable Sue
by My Erotic Tale


"Abner get over here,"
Daisy May shrilled a snear.

Tap slide tap slide tap slide

"What is it?"
"This."
"What is it?"
"That!"
"WHAT?" Abner yells.

"Shhh ..."
jest a security officer
'not so kind'
while pointing to the
'please be quiet' sign.

"That ... ain't that Mary Ann's neice,
Mable Sue, who married the priest?"
"Where?"
"There!" Pointing her bent with age finger.
"That?"
"Yes!"

Abner pulls his bifocals up and leans in for a
better look. "Hell, I don't know," Abner replys,
steadys his cane and adjusts his eyes.

"Well, I say it is."
"Okay Daisy May, you say so."
Abner patronizes.

"Well you remember
she went on that Church retreat
over there in those Black Hills
something or another creek,
got them there sticker burs on her feet?'
"Yep," Abner agreed.

"She told us about how those blue flowers
were scattered
like blue soggy M & Ms everywhere."
"Yep"

"Looks like a storm was a comin'
that's why the sky is
a yellow and orange."
"Yep"

"She wore that red dress last Christmas,
remember?"
"Yep"

"I'd recognize that pale complexion
black hair and dimple indention,
anywhere."
Daisy May snared.

"It could be her twin sister, Sue Mable,"
Abner grinned.

"Nope, Sue Mable didn't make that trip,
she was working that summer
as a waitress for tips."

"Yep, your right,"
Abner replied.

"Wait till I get home
and call Mary Ann on the phone
and tell her that her
neice has got a picture
hanging in the
Fine Art Museum."

"Oh No, she'll be up here demanding
the Paintings negative or something,"
Abner barked.

"Oh your right Abner, she'll cause a fuss for sure.
Spect' we best keep this to ourselves."

"Yep."

click clop tap slide click clop tap slide

"It would be nice to tell folks
we got some body famous
in our family though,
don't you think Abner?"

"What ever you think Dear."

click clop tap slide click clop tap slide

"Well, look'y there Daisy May,
a picture of you,"
Abner spew.

"Oh, then why does it say,
Mona Lisa's Smile?"

"Well it looks like you,"
Abner looks confussed.

"That ain't no smile,
wonder why she don't smile bigger?"
Daisy May barks her verbal trigger.

"Well dear, if she's like you
maybe her dentures don't stay in straight."

"Oh quite right Abner,
you always were a quick thinker."

click clop
tap slide
click clop
tap slide


poem #13

Maiden Haiku
by duLac

Musing wintered maid
Dew licked toes tango darkly
Pregnant dreams within


poem #14

Belonging
by Syndra Lynn

Too long I linger
in the lovely
Lit erotic garden

is it any wonder, though?

when my heavy handed pen
bleeds me
exposing my deficiencies,
self-imposed inadequacies
and maims my spirit
until worthless
and deformed

a flawless flower lifts me
needs me
complements my poetry,
inspires creativity
names my beauty
until hope
is restored

no longer am I
just another
ordinary blue flower

transcendent moment
soul redemption


poem #15

Katrina's Song
by Lauren Hynde

You know it is true, the afternoon shadow
and unique, because fleeting, the alliance
of light, of your body, of the slender hope.

Life does not repeat through empty space
nor will a breath retaken taste the same
rain that rains once won't ever rain again.

Don't fear the pain evermore and its rhythm
nor wish for blue sequins laid on your mantle
truth burns differently when it comes to view.

Don't fear, above all, the parallel, the abyssal planes
stand before the tear dropped before the web woven
words don't reverberate, nor the song fades from you.


poem #16

Lucky Charm
by serenade


In a field of flowers blue
pretty as a sunrise
orange and yellow air
a tango breeze danced
through long, jet black hair.

A stop sign in an ocean
of black bladed grass
heart beats excited
pitter patter pondering
through a field
with no paths.

Rolling hills of night shade
playground and teacher
tossing a blue flower
a lucky charm
that makes your soul richer.

Faith in beauty
for magical things
overwhelming feelings
a little blue flower brings.

Youth explores
a great big world
a young mind molding
unshielded from harm
a little girl
has her magical
lucky charm


poem #17

Perception
by Savage Kitten

Perfect, in a not so perfect world
Nonexistent, except to the eye that beholds
Fleeting, begging for time to stand still
Beautiful, only to the memory that remains

Touch not, stained into remission
Hues of closure, tempted to unwind
Concocted story, images too faint
Splattered in the beauty, only the mind


poem #19

Introspection
by ManRay

Looking within yourself
Observing with cold detachment
Viewing the lost little girl
Escape child, run away from here!

This advice to yourself you quietly suppress
Hiding the desire to run away in a darkened room
Easier that way to live each wretched day

Gone are the dreams of youth and a pretty red dress
Impossible though to forget the past
Running up and down hills, through fields of blue flowers
Living and loving was your creed

To be loved with a passion was your reward
He wrapped you in love under molten skies
Allowing you to grow and banish the child’s fear
Then it came

Life stumbled
Interrupted
Vile progression
Evolving within
Spoiling the plans so carefully laid

Angry denial was your response
Not me, why me, it can’t be me!
Deathly silence was the reply

Little things changed so much
Attitude adjustment became the norm
Ugly stumbling and furious angry frustration
Grace of movement and delicate hands now a memory
Hardening body and spirit now your bleak future
So why do I love you?

Why do I yearn to kiss you?
I can still see the happy English girl
Thinking of her red dress future
Happy in a field of blue
I can see the truth within you
Not a dream

You, just you
Obstinately still friends
Until forever ends


poem #20

Love you, love you not
by CharleyH

Do I love you?
Love you not.
Love you.
The crimson clouds drip
like my heart
painting my
soul, aching.

Do I love you?
Like the flowers before me
flourishing.
Love you
as you, for you
I inhale
your imagination.

Love you not, like
the Venus Fly Trap
devouring
from the petals of
my life
me.

I love you
like the dew that sticks
to flowers
simple, morning early
early, daisy . . .

dew.


poem #21

The Colors of You
by yui

[I see]

Yellow skies.
Water doesn't fall
Because hydrologic cycles aren't really logical at all.

[I see you]

A blue flower falling from blue skies,
Lost in a field of green,
Dirt and grass and broken blue glass.

[I see you in]

Red sun, red sky, red dress.
Black thoughts, white hands,
Fingers bleeding cerulean.

[I see you in me]

Bemused, bereft.
In a handful of blue,
I'm left holding the colors of you.


poem #22

Beauty in Deformation
by Jane Foxx

Be aware of clouds.

Sweeps of light fell thick,
and now we are awed on our backs,
gazing beyond as they lull in soft drifts.

And she,
perfect in alteration, flawed only
if He had brushed all cloudless day.


poem #23

Down's-a-Daisy
by Reltne

Vacant smile belies the guile
in a world turned upside-down
The sky is red all hope lies dead
my moods now hew a daisy blue

Better far to wish a star
mind when whirled lands on its crown
Clouds of yellow portabello
the Earth askew all debts are due

Smile or frown she said adieu
Bizarre the town Thoreau withdrew

 

[minsue]

.....

TEASE!

 

[The Poetry Contest]

The results are in.

For real this time.

 

[impressive]

Wow, I so totally suck at matching poet to poem!

Nice work, everyone!

 

[annaswirls]

Thank you!

Congratulations to all who entered, thank you to all who participated by reading and/or voting!

It was great to see so many familiar and especially new poets joining in. I hope to see more of them here.

I am going to go tell the artist Mr. Terry Rentzepis that the results are in. He read all of the poems already and was impressed by the skill and sensitivity that were displayed. You certainly honored his work with your words.


Thanks to The Poets, the poetry forum moderators, for your assistance when things got rocky. And I thought we could give you guys a break for a change!

All the best,

~J


so....who do we give The Poetry Contest's password too?

 

[*Catbabe*]

Congrats on the win Randi.




Thanks for running the contest Anna, Liar and Patrick.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

That was fun!

DO IT AGAIN!

I couldn't match the right poems to poet either, but I enjoyed them all!

Congratulations Randi!

Syndra

 

[Angeline]

Congrats to Randi and a big thank you to Anna, Liar and Patrick for running this contest.

And yes there will be more. We're announcing the next one soon.

 

[BooMerengue]

Good job, Randi! And kudos to Angeline and Catbabe... great work! And congrats to all who entered!

 

[sandspike]

Way to Go Randi!

You wrote a really nice poem. It reads well and has the depth of a winner.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Congratulations, Randi, and to everyone involved!

 

[Liar]

Congrats to Randi and major thumbs up to all the contestants. That was one fine round of poetry.

And big kudos to anna and pat, who really did all the work, since I had so little friggin time.

There were names in the starting field that haven't written here before, or whose names I have overlooked. All put out really interresting pieces of poetry here, and I hope that I get to see them return with more.

#L

 

[Randi Grail]

What a nice suprise! I log on for the first time in many days, and find that I have won something. I can't say I agree with your choices, but thank you.

But still, how unfair. Because I've been away I didn't get to vote in the final round. My vote would actually had gone to one of the runner-ups. I would really like to share the win with that other contestant. Can I leave a late vote? Should I say who I wanted to win?

 

[Guest]

Congratulations

Randi, job well done to all the participants and judges

 

[PatCarrington]

What a nice suprise! I log on for the first time in many days, and find that I have won something. I can't say I agree with your choices, but thank you.

But still, how unfair. Because I've been away I didn't get to vote in the final round. My vote would actually had gone to one of the runner-ups. I would really like to share the win with that other contestant. Can I leave a late vote? Should I say who I wanted to win?

congrats, randi.

the voting is just a sideshow, randi. to add a little interest and spice. the poetry is the real thing.

your poem was wonderful and deserving. so were many others.

don't cast a vote. the contest is over. time to go forward.

 

[Tathagata]

Some great poetry in this contest.

Lot's of different interpretations which made it very interesting reading.


Congrats to Randi and a thank you to all who participated

 

[Maria2394]

Congratulations, Randi!!

 

[Guest]

Congrats to you all, especially Randi.

 

[champagne1982]

Congratulations Randi. You wrote a beautiful poem. Thankyou to all the rest of the poets who made this a great contest.

See yas in the next round