The Poetry Contest
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- Feb 4, 2005
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Please select and vote on one (1) Poem from this thread.
There are two other threads, please remember to vote on one poem per group.
#1 Pythia
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
#2 blue senryu
scrapbook memento
wild flowers textured beauty
pressed inside her mind
#3 Psyche
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.
#4 The Glow Of Fates
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.
#5 Final Decision
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
#6 Silent Sophie
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.
#7 flower of life
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
#8 The Girl In The Red Dress
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.
(written before the title was revealed.)
There are two other threads, please remember to vote on one poem per group.
#1 Pythia
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
#2 blue senryu
scrapbook memento
wild flowers textured beauty
pressed inside her mind
#3 Psyche
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.
#4 The Glow Of Fates
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.
#5 Final Decision
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
#6 Silent Sophie
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.
#7 flower of life
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
#8 The Girl In The Red Dress
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.
(written before the title was revealed.)
