Forums → Art, Music, and Writing → Periodic Poetry Contest - Theme: Touch of Truth (Page 390, due Jan. 28)

Imagery, meaning???

Okay, linking to the theme page for explaination:
It is right here
You have to create an image through the poem.

Any neutral takers?

Unlike the art contest, I have my own recommendations for who should be judge, depending on their sustained activity (and willingness to undertake the role). But I'm going to see what happens first.

The plains

The grass is green here, the dandelions are graceful..
The mountains are big ones.. as the summer breeze relieves.. ...you
The rocks on the den..
with the rain wetting it and then..

The sitting position..
of a sleeping revelation..
As i lye down..
the sky is a beautiful bound..
The clouds are white..
puffy as described..

The relaxation of the time..
is what matters really matters as i..
hear chimes ringing..
the clouds are going..
away from the sky..
the horizon is empty .. still i want a disguise..

i guess it's over..
still i enjoy the time..
as i walk i now see a four leaf clover..
makes me lucky in the eyes..

this place is great..
i can call it the plains..


is this entry too late?

A Beetle

night it is and it's cold cold sheer..
the window is open as i seek for a heal..

as i see a flower..
with a bug so so sunder..

the harmony it brings..
and pain it can freeze..

as i see it now it's little..
and the point you can give in a low but living beetle..

so.. then...

roses are red..
the bugs are being fed..

the hop is bold for the very freezing cold...
the heating floor is in the sheer sheer fall..

the beetle is there..
eating the fruits of the fair...
the gusts of the storm..
hanging on for the dome..

the sting of the bite..
is the puny bugs delight..

think what it's like..
living a mush in a hike..
the shallow please of the vile..
the troubled deeds of the mind..

that beetle is in disguise..
walking towards that guilty light...
the dark hollow presence..
of an unknown large innocence..

and the hard thick skin..
of a bug that is possibly a fiend..

i don't hate beetles i don't..
the bug us diverting to it's core..

i'm just watching it fly..
and waiting it to come by...

this bug is interesting..
the horns that it's living with.

the force it can bring..
with the heart it can dig..

it's remarkable i seek..
this bug is the fountain of deal..

This bug is really near me..
as it slept on the soft frontier..
of my skin and my thoughts..
this bug is what I've fought..

with interest and ignorance...
i'm fooled now by it's existence..

amazing it is..
the flood of tears it can't bring...

....

as the flight swaying back..
now i understand..

the humble protection...
of a person to a rejection..

as i discover that...

this creature's meaning to me..



is...
...


this beetle is my peer..

This is my entry for this week

^_^

Wait...Who won? Are we doing it again? Did anybody win? Do I have to resubmit my poem? And why won't it let me see page 88?

Wait...Who won? Are we doing it again? Did anybody win? Do I have to resubmit my poem? And why won't it let me see page 88?

This is a poem I made about Kalevala...The poem tells "so about" how the story goes :P

maybe something new for thisisnotanalt ;P

N.B
When you read the poem so take a little pause after each verse..the rhythm changes a bit in almost every verse
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First was nothing,
then came a goldeneye,
it laid a large egg,
and out came earth and sky.

Then there came Väinämöinen,
a shaman so mighty and old,
he took his trusty kantele,
and sang with his voice so bold.

He made a deal with an evil witch,
and Louhi was her name,
she wanted to get a magical mill,
from which all wealth out came.

So Väinämöinen called a friend of his,
Ilmarinen the blacksmith.
He forged for days and weeks,
and so it came to exist.

A mighty mill of endless wealth,
Sampo it was called.
And Väinämöinen started to repent his deeds,
and feared his people would be harmed.

So Väinämöinen with his friends,
stole the Sampo under the night,
and Louhi noticed and went all mad,
and took his warriors for a flight.

In a shape of giant vulture,
she chased Kalevalas troops,
who tried to row to own shores,
but they heard a loud swoop.

So began an epic battle,
with no safe land in sight,
as Louhi tore the sails away,
and all fought with full might.

But then came great misfortune for all,
as to pieces Sampo was struck,
and so both sides ended the fight,
and went home cursing the bad luck.

So said Väinämöinen to them all,
to eternity I will go,
and when I'm needed to forge new Sampo,
again myself I will show.

goldeneye = Any of several seaducks, of the genus Bucephala, having black and white plumage.

Sampo = mythical mill that could produce gold from thin air

for the rest...check wikipedia :P

hope you liked my poem

oh those words came out wrong...where it says
Väinämöinen...so read it as
Vainamoinen....so you come quite near

I will judge if people want me to, and only because no one else has voluteered. So yeah.

I VOTE FOR ADRECKA.

For JUSTICE.

For LIBERTY.

Cuz This Theme is SO OLD!!!!!

I MEAN, IT WAS HERE BEFORE I LEFT!!

Just go on. No one has voluntered, so you just get it judged and all, so we can move on.

@Jediboy:
You just hurt my head there.

Adrecka, I would be fine if you were to judge.

If everyone thinks its OK then I will get started. And while I judge maybe you guys can think of a next theme.

Judging will be done by Wednesday maybe sooner but count on Wednesday.

And I will talk to a moderator about the merit.