Mystic landscape Compilation (will be published)

The books name is The Celestial Plains
-if you submit a poem and are accepted you will receive a free copy of the book.
-if you submit an art piece with your poem I will try to have it included into your page/ pages
- I am creating a compilation of poems that will get published if possible and have credits to all accepted poems and there author.
the goal of this project is to create a magical/ alien world.

I will be accepting 1 poem from each theme and if you want to add a new theme or idea just submit your poem and comment saying the theme.

You can submit as many as you want and be accepted as many times as you are fit to.

Rules:
-no swearing/crude humor
-as short as 2 quatrains(8 lines) and as long as you feel describes your thoughts
-please try to keep the real world out of the story(like humans and buildings)
-(mabey a fantasy city/ruins would be ok but the goal of this is landscape and magic orientated, no feeling/love stories just descriptions)
-if you don't want to be published under your D.U.P name then put that at the end of your poem as PBS: name you want published here

I will put Inbox the winners to tell them they are the winners of the category.
THEMES

The night/day sky
(i would very much like to see swirling/dancing stars, also two different colored suns that when they eclipse once a day, change the colour of the sky for a brief moment)


Descriptions of the grass, genaric plantlife(magical of course, Ei: Ice Lotus or fire lilies)

Floating islands

Crystal canyons

The jeweled forest

Pegasus Island

The cosmic caves
(stars on the ceiling and living constellations sort of thing)

The Onyx desert

The Emerald mountains

Your addon here

Feel free to make as many biomes, caves, mountains as you can come up with.

Here is my go at a place iv labeled The Crystal Spires


Stare to the north
at sunset and dawn.
The crystal spires stretch on and on.
They tower and glow
and are seen from long

Listen now,
As they sing-a-song,
that starts at dawn
and lasts until the sunsets gone.

When the sun is set
the sing-a-song stops
and a new one does begin.
Until the dawn
they sing a song,
a song of tranquil calm,

For when the crystals sleep and slumber so
a lullaby is heard from the grounds below.
When the moonlit sky awakes with dawn,
the crystals sing,
a sing-a-song.

PBS: Lotus

I sure hope you have someone else editing for grammar and spelling.

Of course i do, I'm terrible at it and i have no patience for editing myself.

Who is the publisher/company?

My Mother and grandfather are published authors, they said compile/write first, publish later. so I am.

they are going to help find a publisher when the collection is complete.

Marshmellion said:My Mother and grandfather are published authors, they said write first publish later so I am.

they are going to help find a publisher when the collection is complete.

I think they meant write first your own poems and publish the same (your own) later.

Interesting... ok, I'll come back to this tomorrow. Published is good, more is better.

Heh, you're gonna love me then, I make up my own words and throw comma's at a page like Pollock threw paint. *scratches behind ears* Did you know it's a proven scientific fact that lone wolves don't survive long without the pack? Consider that the next time you come flashing your teeth, ok o' literary guru? Ok.
Hi, *sticks hand out with a friendly smile*, Chris.

hello their, care to throw some commas my way.
*shakes hand*

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I think they meant write first your own poems and publish the same (your own) later. [/quote]

I already have 8 poems for this "competition" that are my own and am writeing another now, and many other poems. what im doing is giving others a chance to contribute and get published. Also its called a compilation (a common thing, so the point is its not all my stuff.

does it have to be a new piece?

no it need not be a new piece.

Electric Lady Land

There’s a place I go inside my head    
When on the inner paths I tread    
When my eyelids turn to led    
And I sink into my bed    
Pulsating pictures point the way    
As I drift by purple pelican bay    
where fully flavored gum trees sway    
and lickable liquorish leeches lay    
   
I dived into a sea of dreams    
In a yellow submarine    
A thousand miles past Pepperland    
I came to a shore of purple sand    
Where drifting dreamers in a daze    
Were not the slightest bit amazed    
to see bicycling butterflies    
Gliding past them towards the sky    
   
I wandered through a fractal forest    
To the big rock candy mountains    
Eventually I came to rest    
By a cascading crystal fountain    
In its clear and jeweled waters    
An angels face reflected there    
With a rainbow row of flowers    
Placed within her silver hair    
But as I turned around    
She was nowhere to be found    
Somewhere trees were falling down    
But they never made a sound    
   
There’s gold at the bottom of the well    
where devilish dooly doppers dwell    
They spend their spare time racing snails    
On the backs of turtle shells    
   
Cellophane sorcerers seal seven secrets in pristine prismic pyramids    
and place their cryptic scriptures on the wall where shiny silver beetles crawl    
Electric ladys lounge near a lagoon of liquid light as laughing leprechauns chase speedy sprites    
I watched a circus show that featured flying purple people eaters    
And alien acrobats turning somersaults and wintersaults    
without ever coming to a halt    
   
   
I sat with Humpty on a bench    
And told him "None of this makes sense"    
He replied with a sudden burst of laughter    
"does it even really matter?"    
   
I said" maybe not but anyway    
I must be off I cannot stay.    
I haven't much more time for play    
Ill come again some other day."    
   
So I caught a flight with Mr. Kite    
Until the land was out of sight    
I opened my eyes at 6:15    
And couldn't quite remember where id been


(Hope its not cliche that i stole the title from a hendrix album.. and the mention of the yellow submarine.. thats just the way i imagine touring my subconscious..)