I'm at it again!

[WickedEve]

Yes, another contest. This one is on my Site, but since some of you naughty critters probably never leave lit, I thought I'd also bring the contest to the board.

Here's what it's all about:

End Of Summer

The end of Summer brings mixed emotions. Parents may be relieved to see the kids heading back to school. Some of us may be sad to say our goodbyes to sunny days and shorts. Others may dread the impending Fall with its dying leaves and chilly days that usher in Winter dreariness.

I'm sure we all have personal feelings about the end of Summer. It may be a time to reflect on joys found during those sweltering months. Whatever the end of this or any Summer means to you, it is unique and worth expressing in a poem.

Guidelines:

Feel free to use any style of poem. There are no restrictions, except that it must be an End Of Summer theme.

All entries must be received by Saturday 08-31-02

Poems will be posted on Sexlacious by Monday 09-02-02

Details about voting will be posted later.

Send Entries to submissions@sexlacious.com with End Of Summer in the subject. Also include the pen name you'd like to use.

Winning Entry will be announced before the end of September, and the winning poem will be featured at Sexlacious.

If you have any questions, please contact me at wickedeve@hotmail.com

You can also post your entry on this thread!

 

[Goodguy2]

Ending summer/Pending Winter

Here's one I just did. It needs some work though I think before submittal into any contest. Anyway, this is what I think of ending summer. I hopeyou can sense that I look at the seasons as life in general. Where spring is the birth and winter being the end of life (so Cliche I know). I kind of like the changes myself and look forward to winter every year.

Take care all,

GG2

No Title

Greens transform
To a myriad of color, so pretty
In a last gasp
Before their time

From their perch they fall
Scattered by the wind
Making the exodus
Whence they came

Peaceful rest
In eddies they lay
As cool becomes cold
Signaling
The pending white

 

[WickedEve]

Goodguy, I like your poem very much. Nicely written. I hope you'll submit this one.
One thing you may want to rethink is "so pretty."

 

[Goodguy2]

Here's the revised edition. LOL. Thanks WE. That's what I was not liking in the thing.

No Title.......Still.....

No Title

Greens transform
To a myriad of color
In a last gasp
Before their time

From their perch they fall
Scattered by the wind
Making the exodus
Whence they came

Peaceful rest
In eddies they lay
As cool becomes cold
Signaling
The pending white

 

[_Land]

The Fall of Summer

Summer solstice long since past
night is closing in on day once more
evening the hours shared

 

[Rybka]

Summer's End

Summer's End

I picked the last of the corn yesterday
The sweet pepper still's producing
and so the tomato and cukes
But a frost will come soon and signal
summer's end

Then it's just squash and pumpkin
and the root crops beet and carrot
They hold on for some weeks more
into apple season through the time for grapes
well past summer's end

The neighbor's boy no longer rides the lane
with his dancing dog down past the gate
to the stream by the blueberry meadow
to swim or frog or just laze and chase the clouds away
Schools open now before summer's end

The flatlanders are also gone no more
summer people and their teens in cars
at night speeding past and parking by the bridge
young as summer love and just as tender
That too's gone by summer's end

I'm past the age of young summers now
No more boy and dog days the frogs are safe
My May romance died last September
I'm at my summers' end
I like my garden wait for a hard frost
my crop of memories may last a little longer.

Regards, Rybka

 

[Rybka]

How Is This Possible?

WE wrote on her own site:

All entries must be received by Saturday 09-31-02

AH... I have a slight problem with that.

Poems will be posted to this site by Monday 10-02-02

O.K., no problem.

Winning Entry will be announced before the end of September, and the winning poem will be featured on this site.

How is this possible? Isn't September the ninth month?
And doesn't it have only 30 days?
What have you done, WE? Picked the winner already and all other entries are just for cover??

Regards, Rybka

 

[Senna Jawa]

this time I know that it's not a National Poetry kind of a thing

--


  summer end


        via mower engines
        the grass outcry reaches the skies
        where pregnant airplanes buzz

        the august heat
        the grass smell in nostrils
        the ever shorter days
        the black sky cut by
        airplane lights

        come fall come winter
        stifle the fear
        of another spring


senna jawa &copy
2002-08-13



Regards,

 

[WickedEve]

Re: How Is This Possible?

WE wrote on her own site:

AH... I have a slight problem with that.


O.K., no problem.


How is this possible? Isn't September the ninth month?
And doesn't it have only 30 days?
What have you done, WE? Picked the winner already and all other entries are just for cover??

Regards, Rybka

Thank you for catching that typo! Entries must be in by Saturday, August 31st. And they will be posted on Monday, September 02.

 

[Senna Jawa]

summer end (with a minor modification)

--


  summer end


        via mower engine amplifiers
        the grass outcry reaches the skies
        where pregnant airplanes buzz

        the august heat
        the grass smell in nostrils
        the ever shorter days
        the black sky cut by
        airplane lights

        come fall come winter
        stifle the fear
        of another spring


senna jawa ©
2002-08-13

 

[WickedEve]

I'd like to thank everyone that has, so far, contributed a poem.
I've been looking for judges. I have one lined up at the moment. He's a very good poet. He's never hung out at lit, so he doesn't know any of your names or your poetry. You'll get a very unbiased vote on your poetry from him. I'm just glad I don't have to judge. I know the poets here at lit always deliver some very good poems for challenges and contests.

 

[Rybka]

Pretty Please, Come Play With Me!

WickedEve, We are waiting on your stanza!

Any other contributors are welcome as well.


Regards, Rybka

 

[Angeline]

Seaside at Summer's End

Wind sighs against the rail,
boards sag, and under passing foot
emit a weary creak.

The laughter’s gone, the radio,
the smells of coconut, banana,
songs of sizzle, crack, and scrape.

No thrumming wheel, no shriek
from Sam’s Amusement Pier:
the tilt-a-whirl untilted, locked.

The frozen custard stand shut tight,
no soft-serve to be sold, and no light
shines from Lion’s Tattoo Stand.

On the beach the waves still break.
The birds have taken back the sand:
Pipers skitter, seagulls dropping clams

on rocks swoop, snatch meat, land,
and gulping eye the seascape
once again alone at summer’s end.

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Pretty Please, Come Play With Me!

WickedEve, We are waiting on your stanza!

Any other contributors are welcome as well.


Regards, Rybka

Oh my god! I just answered you on the other thread. You're stalking me! You pushy fish!

 

[Senna Jawa]

Re: Seaside at Summer's End

Wind sighs against the rail,
[...]

Angeline, bravo!!!

Regards,

 

[Goodguy2]

Angeline

Having spent 30 years living on the Pacific, I Felt what you wrote. That was really good. More like awesome. Thanks!!

GG2

 

[Unmasked Poet]

Looking forward to reading more.

U.P.

 

[JUDO]

Revolve

A spinning blur before my eyes grows keen
While clocks advance beyond the pale of day.
Damp warmth flees chill as short gives way to jean,
Clairvoyance runs ahead to "come what may."

The age of rocks brings doubt of seasons' birth.
A rule of time's too broad to picture well
'Less sampled too small is want to find the girth
of summers passed while clouds flee 'cross the dell.

The heady sense of moments lost in life
Will tempered be if now is your abode.
Breathe deep the scent of every second's strife
And let the zen of rocks become your mode.

A summer's day revolves around in mind
E'en while the frost of fall begins to grind.

 

[JUDO]

Revolve now posted.


- Judo

 

[WickedEve]

Just a reminder that the deadline is coming up on this contest. It's Aug 31st.
All entries on this thread and the ones I've received through email will be posted at sexlacious. I'll notify you when the poems are up and when the judging starts.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I guess I must hurry, huh?

I ought to make you write an essay on how do you make others write "End Of Summer" poems whilst outside, at 1AM, it's 20ºC (68ºF); earlier today it was well over 30ºC (86ºF), the sun was shinning, only a very slight breeze, I'm guessing 60% of the people are currently on vacation (and half of those who aren't, will be in September) and school won't be starting for another 6-7 weeks! don't you wish you were me?

You are sooo mean, wicked woman...

 

[WickedEve]

I just threatened another poet earlier. I was tired of waiting on the promised poem. After the threat, a poem arrived. But now I'm not sure if it's for the contest. He said it was. I thanked him and he said that I must not have read it. I emailed back and said that I hadn't. So I don't know if the threat worked or not!!! I guess I should read it, shouldn't I? lol

Anyway, write the damn thing L.H!

 

[WickedEve]

Tomorrow night is it! Last Day! Any more submissions? Submit!

You know what I like about starting these contests? I don't have to write a poem, and I get to nag everyone.

 

[Angeline]

Eve?

This frightens me to say, but sometimes you sound like my mother. Not that she ever wrote a poem, but man she won the gold medal in Olympic nagging in 1976.

Lauren, c'mon girlfriend write it!

 

[WickedEve]

At least, I'm not an opinionated hussy! I'm a nagging hussy. lol Oh god, that's worse! lol