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Screw this contest, i'm out!

ok, my poem was in no way good, but other than the first place winner it was the only origonal one of the bunch. the solar system doesnt lend well to origonality, because everything that can be said has, but still. mine was tacky, had bad timing and poor grammer, but at least it had a spark of quirkyness while everything else was similar to. everything else about the solar system. and to my credit at least i didnt go for any uranus jokes. im not complaining that i didnt place, just that everything lacked origonality, save the first prize winner.

Try and try again MrDavid. Otherwise all shall be lost and the McGuffin of McGuffiny-ness shall DESTROY THE WORLD!

Or, simply enter again!

So, just realized my post got approved on the previous page . Jolly. can't wait to see the other entries. Nice one, btw, Parsat.

Hey wolf, get a mod to change the theme title.

I asked Strop, but I have no idea which mods are still even active here. :\\

The Duel

Like the jolly musketeer of yore,
I pranced, twirled and clashed for,
A chance open to none but one,
Luckless rogue, come and be undone.

French Rapiers jostling for contact,
One lunges forward, the other retracts,
Whilst the ladies gasped and tittered,
By our glittering duel, were bewitched.

Some  strange Divine perchance,
Fumbles upon and breaks his lance,
One maestro sighs but laughs aloud,
Blue blooded gentlemen after a bout.

And you offered your dainty hand,
Enthralling looks of the latest trend,
Camphored and powdered to beguile,
The naive youth with a delicate style.

Some accursed sorcery of your sex,
Lures and tempts with a flirty hex,
Which I above all would die for,
Killed and cold on the marble floor.

Fortune is a fickle strumpet,
Yet it delivered you to me,
My worn out blade sheathed,
The duel plays out to its end. 

Two men fighting over a lady. I hope you got the innuendos inside....

Hey guys, I have been out of commission for a while. Anyway, I checked back on my last poem and was elated to find that I had won first place. I have never placed before. And to wolf, about that punctuation, I was trying something new. Almost in the style of e.e. cummings, but now I see that it doesn't exactly work for me. Well, I'll have my new poem in soon. Nice work nick.

Well, the round closes at 11:59pm EST tonight and we only have three entries. Yes, the round is official, but please, if you can submit something!

Apologies one and all! Work is the devil I swear. However, fear not, I shall have all judging judged with suitable judgements hands out most judgedly as I am a judge of judgely quality! Tonight then dear, dear fellows!

3rd Place: nichodemus

Inuendo! A well constructedd poem, and a clever use of words. A nice touch with the references to historical duels of honor and what have you. Overall this work is a fine piece to read for some amusement with a solid rythm to it. Well done nicho.

2nd Place: Parsat

As always your work leaves me wishing I could break away from my love of T.S Eliot and other postmodernists and have a bit more structure to my substance. However, the poem was beautifully written. Didn't exactly thing of China when I read it though. Overall an excelent demonstation of theme and poetic structure.

1st Place and Winner: Uysername

Your poem was remarkably well written. The scope of your poem made me feel as if it were a mini-epic. There we hitches here and there, but nothing of major note for me. I was very much invested in your story that you weaved. An outstanding use of theme and various poetic devices. Please continue submitting in the future.

Now! On to other things! The next theme will be.... Writer's Choice! I have never run one of these rounds and I would like to very much.

Writer's Choice is simply a free for all without any given theme by the judge. Those entering my write about whatever they wish so good luck! Due date: Saturday September 8.

Note: The end of Writer's Choice his will be my last round as judge as laid down in the new rules about judge rotation. I have not heard anything definite from any other of the potential judges. Therefore, if you would like to judge please contact me. If I do not know you from of old please detail why you are qualified to judge. Should no one contact me I will continue judging.

Just this once, I think I will yet again play the medieval note, since it's worked so well for me.

I promise that next time I won't do anything middle ages-related ;.

Atonement

Thee thus deter thine righteous path
Ammended, still, thine thoughts alaft
And moping brash lest you seclude
All that you once swore to elude.
It's call to war; it's call to blood!
T'shall lo and awe, thine path's asought
And harken forth; thine trusted blade
Shalt thrusted be in throat of knave;
So shalt be dealt, asought demise
To brigands, thought themselves more wise,
Enrighted by them baseless strife,
So are you sworn;
...to rob them of;
......their life.

And then said thief contending near:
His eyes, a well of hopeless fear.
You thrust your trusted sword within
And commit murder on your kin.
And charge for he's ungripped his sack,
But naught but food came rolling back.
Your eyes, a well of hopeless fear:
The thief's children are also near,
They sigh and cry and whine to thee,
They want thine death, and you agree;
For in thine quest for senseless crime
Thou never asked thineself: but why?

Alas, another brigand close:
His eyes deep red, his sword arose
Him in a battle ready pose
"Step back at once!"
The brigand said
"Or I'll be cutting down yer head!"
And then you looked down upon thee
And then looked front back up at he:
A poverty stricken man of the land
Who's bravely taking a ****ed last stand.
"Go on, so, cut me to the bone
'Tis only then I may atone!"
The thief stood back, confused, distraught,
By thy sudden lamenting taunt.
Alas, just then and there, you bow
Expecting just the final blow...

It didn't come. You were alone.
As both the thief and children gone.
And seeing as your hate was nigh,
You settled down, began to cry.

My girlfriend and I just broke up... So yeah.

Hey there,
You seem a little lonely.
Why dont we walk for awhile,
And take strides to forget the past?

But how foolish of me.
For that would require an effort
On your part,
And you have none to spare.

I have posted this poem before on the theme "map to perfection". i have revised and rewritten it a great deal, and now I think that it is ready for a second chance. some aspects are very subtle, such as the reference to candles in the ground. when someone dies, people often light a candle at the memorial and put it on the ground. as I was saying, subtle. watch out for those. but as was introduced, the moment you've all been waiting for, here's....
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Juliet is Dead

paradise was hard fought
then burned to a mound

heaven sank to hell
candles in the ground
they found

an angel with a voice
the way of peace she taught

perfect light
perfect shadow
perfect sound

as dawn subsides to day
perfection flew away

everything has demons
devils in that way
to betray

but some angel
will be found

perfect light
perfect shadow
perfect sound

but in that short time
she was the light itself

light without flaw
but not without it
inside herself

light without shadow
is a song without a sound

perfect light
perfect shadow
perfect sound

perfection flew away
as fringe subsides to fray

as the poison touched her lips
perfect light, perfect kiss

no more

nothing is perfect

Freedom

My guiding light,
My protector,
My lover,
Mine.

Yet she is not,
Always running away.

The touch of her lips,
The scent of her hair,
The glimpse of her eyes,
The linger.

Fleeting moments, always in sight,
Never in grasp.

I catch her hand,
I draw her close,
I look into her,
She spins away.

Once again gone, it matters not,
She'll always be mine.



Not quite sure where I was going with this, sappy romance movies apparently create some sort of inspiration. Ah well, we'll see.