Poetry competition CLOSED 29th August 2012 11:32pm
WINNER
wanderer (Faceless)
wanderer (Faceless)
RUNNER-UP:
PierreTheMad
A write for the one above!
Poetry Contest Description
Write for the person above.
Write a piece for the person who has posted above you
Use information from his/her profile
be inspired by his/her avatar
study his/her poetry/writing
Use all of these things as tools to create a piece of work about this person.
(miss me out if you so wish,. First person gets a freebie!)
Rule:
Just don't take the piss.
Have fun!
Use information from his/her profile
be inspired by his/her avatar
study his/her poetry/writing
Use all of these things as tools to create a piece of work about this person.
(miss me out if you so wish,. First person gets a freebie!)
Rule:
Just don't take the piss.
Have fun!
- Sweet Violet -
Sweet and smiling Violet, who loves life and living so…
To find the words to sing of you, I call the muses hither!
On your old isle, across the sea where salt winds blow,
Your words reach out to us, and never once do wither.
Between the spaces of your phrases, I detect the light…
Of a spirit who is filled with joy, and sometimes sorrow.
But through it all you shine like all the stars of the night!
Sending slivers of echoes that beckon, for the morrow.
Sweet and smiling Violet, your words reach so deeply,
Into places only you can take us, upon your life’s path!
We are your fellow adventurers upon the errant journey,
And when you speak, such rousing sounds that laugh…
They flow from your lips like ambrosia, gracing our ears.
A clear mind can see the beauty and become entranced,
By the spell your poetry weaves, like sunlight that sears!
You are an honest artist, as before us you have danced.
Sweet and smiling Violet, I am happy that you are here,
Sharing this space between spaces, deep underground…
Bringing us close to your world, whenever we are near:
To the words you spin, with skill, to make artful sound.
You live, you love, you give us so much with such care,
And for that we are always grateful, for all that you are.
Thank you for all your words that you choose to share!
You are far more than just a poet, you are a shining star.
Sweet and smiling Violet, who loves life and living so…
To find the words to sing of you, I call the muses hither!
On your old isle, across the sea where salt winds blow,
Your words reach out to us, and never once do wither.
Between the spaces of your phrases, I detect the light…
Of a spirit who is filled with joy, and sometimes sorrow.
But through it all you shine like all the stars of the night!
Sending slivers of echoes that beckon, for the morrow.
Sweet and smiling Violet, your words reach so deeply,
Into places only you can take us, upon your life’s path!
We are your fellow adventurers upon the errant journey,
And when you speak, such rousing sounds that laugh…
They flow from your lips like ambrosia, gracing our ears.
A clear mind can see the beauty and become entranced,
By the spell your poetry weaves, like sunlight that sears!
You are an honest artist, as before us you have danced.
Sweet and smiling Violet, I am happy that you are here,
Sharing this space between spaces, deep underground…
Bringing us close to your world, whenever we are near:
To the words you spin, with skill, to make artful sound.
You live, you love, you give us so much with such care,
And for that we are always grateful, for all that you are.
Thank you for all your words that you choose to share!
You are far more than just a poet, you are a shining star.
For Jessica
Existing in minds, the poets imagery
Gentle flow the images divine
Of twinkling stars and chimes
In the proclamation of arrival
As the figure sublime
Dressed in gossamer gown
And a knight’s armour
Swept in with a warrior’s stride
Lights of silver through white gauzy gowns
Full of loving and love
The heralds’ trumpets sounded
Sounds of hollow bamboo
Full blown by soft lips
Ululating melody
Reaching for the snow-capped mountains
Reedy sounds divine
Woke the warrior’s slumber
Smiles blushes and kisses
Touches soft and fluttery…
Distant sounds of fisher folks
Mingled with soft sighs
As ecstasy supreme were reached
Walking through rose-scented gardens
Striding over famine wracked lands
Riding on horseback through the western plains
Swimming naked in blue lagoons
Picking shells at an isolated beach
Making love under foreign white skies
Green grassy land of before
Holding hands under flower laden trees
Picking a sakura from the garden
These imageries and more remind me of you
My Jessica
Existing in minds, the poets imagery
Gentle flow the images divine
Of twinkling stars and chimes
In the proclamation of arrival
As the figure sublime
Dressed in gossamer gown
And a knight’s armour
Swept in with a warrior’s stride
Lights of silver through white gauzy gowns
Full of loving and love
The heralds’ trumpets sounded
Sounds of hollow bamboo
Full blown by soft lips
Ululating melody
Reaching for the snow-capped mountains
Reedy sounds divine
Woke the warrior’s slumber
Smiles blushes and kisses
Touches soft and fluttery…
Distant sounds of fisher folks
Mingled with soft sighs
As ecstasy supreme were reached
Walking through rose-scented gardens
Striding over famine wracked lands
Riding on horseback through the western plains
Swimming naked in blue lagoons
Picking shells at an isolated beach
Making love under foreign white skies
Green grassy land of before
Holding hands under flower laden trees
Picking a sakura from the garden
These imageries and more remind me of you
My Jessica
Anonymous
I call Grace. I've never read her work so it will be a way to read outside the triangle.
You might only get three poems Violet
You might only get three poems Violet
Anonymous
THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS WRITTEN A POEM ABOVE ME IS GRACE
Therefore this poem is dedicated to her:
TO GRACE
AMAZING GRACE
Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
Of your lovely name
Amazing Grace
How lovely is
Your elegant poetry
It was Grace that taught
Me how to write poetry
And relieved me of my fears
About my inadequacy
The muse was good to me
When she brought Grace
Into my life
She is a great poet
A loyal friend
To many who know
Her graciousness.
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If this is a problem - I can withdraw it
Therefore this poem is dedicated to her:
TO GRACE
AMAZING GRACE
Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
Of your lovely name
Amazing Grace
How lovely is
Your elegant poetry
It was Grace that taught
Me how to write poetry
And relieved me of my fears
About my inadequacy
The muse was good to me
When she brought Grace
Into my life
She is a great poet
A loyal friend
To many who know
Her graciousness.
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If this is a problem - I can withdraw it
Not a problem, M'Lady. Grace was indeed above you and she entered a poem.
Autumn, feel free to enter again with a poem for whomever writes one above you.. And if Eamon doesn't move his bum,. Then I will toe it for him!!
Thanks for all the entries thus far! (lets keep the other chit-chat away from here lest we end up confused!) ;)
Autumn, feel free to enter again with a poem for whomever writes one above you.. And if Eamon doesn't move his bum,. Then I will toe it for him!!
Thanks for all the entries thus far! (lets keep the other chit-chat away from here lest we end up confused!) ;)
Anonymous
Violet - thank you.....what a beautiful name.....my favorite colour.....
Anonymous
So I guess my dibs on Grace kinda flew out the window... I guess I'll do it on Eamon. Ill get it in but it might take me a couple days.
This one is for somelikeithot who is an artist both in
words and pon canvass. We learned through interaction here
on DUP that we share cultural origins. thanks for your
encouragement Kitty..............
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Not Our Realm
how exquisite her forearm
unbearable grace
in supple wrist bend
Delicate Delicacy
where tendrils
meet brush stem
colors so gently
rendered to canvass
bewitching aesthetic
awes and en-trance
Lord I give thanks
Our permit to cross pathes
here I am
devoting real time
the most valuable
elusive concept sublime
attempting in vain
the Undescribable to Describe
Its as if your Soul
resides in that moment so small
what were the decisions
about to unfold
from Spirit through Sinew
creation improbable
yet there they hang
works through suffering,
laughter,ennui all strained
then focused through
physical prism
again and again
can this illusion
meeting vision
be mere mix of paint?
soaked in quality whisker
a surgeons skill
steadily navigating it`s trail?
it`s not our realm
to understand such things
all we can choose is follow Muse
discover treasures it brings
this bend of finesse tween forearm and wrist
true symbol of beauty unsurpassed
words and pon canvass. We learned through interaction here
on DUP that we share cultural origins. thanks for your
encouragement Kitty..............
===============================================================
Not Our Realm
how exquisite her forearm
unbearable grace
in supple wrist bend
Delicate Delicacy
where tendrils
meet brush stem
colors so gently
rendered to canvass
bewitching aesthetic
awes and en-trance
Lord I give thanks
Our permit to cross pathes
here I am
devoting real time
the most valuable
elusive concept sublime
attempting in vain
the Undescribable to Describe
Its as if your Soul
resides in that moment so small
what were the decisions
about to unfold
from Spirit through Sinew
creation improbable
yet there they hang
works through suffering,
laughter,ennui all strained
then focused through
physical prism
again and again
can this illusion
meeting vision
be mere mix of paint?
soaked in quality whisker
a surgeons skill
steadily navigating it`s trail?
it`s not our realm
to understand such things
all we can choose is follow Muse
discover treasures it brings
this bend of finesse tween forearm and wrist
true symbol of beauty unsurpassed
Anonymous
"Drivel Doesn't Dribble, He Floods"
Drivel is not a sniveler,
as some might think.
He is actually quite intelligent,
writes deep, with great instinct,
a bit cryptic at times, he sometimes
say’s things that make one wink.
His style flows like droplets
from a thunderstorm-
hard, intense, and fast,
flooding torrents of brain food
for the poet in you. But,
once you wade through the puddle,
you realize his method is as
gentle as a summer shower, which
gives him great staying power.
He writes two pieces every
eight hours, can't wait.
Drivel is not a sniveler,
as some might think.
He is actually quite intelligent,
writes deep, with great instinct,
a bit cryptic at times, he sometimes
say’s things that make one wink.
His style flows like droplets
from a thunderstorm-
hard, intense, and fast,
flooding torrents of brain food
for the poet in you. But,
once you wade through the puddle,
you realize his method is as
gentle as a summer shower, which
gives him great staying power.
He writes two pieces every
eight hours, can't wait.
Strider
Strider the climber a passionate man
energy abound quite sound and caring
his words he loves sharing quite often
he reads a lot too comments on many
A friendly soul with genuine concern
for others well being and the state of
the world what can I say he is kind
with a good heart and is very smart
Experienced in much and travelled far
seen the world from many mountains
of the highest kind all covered in snow
breathtaking places I would love to know
Strider the climber a passionate man
energy abound quite sound and caring
his words he loves sharing quite often
he reads a lot too comments on many
A friendly soul with genuine concern
for others well being and the state of
the world what can I say he is kind
with a good heart and is very smart
Experienced in much and travelled far
seen the world from many mountains
of the highest kind all covered in snow
breathtaking places I would love to know
Anonymous
Violet, I had to reciprocate to Ms. Magdalena....Her name is spelled out in first letters! Thanks, Strider
"Magdalena Unfurled"
Mysteries unfurled at breakneck supersonic speeds.
Across a vast ocean as far as the eye can see.
Gifted gem giving all despite inflicted pains and hurts needlessly.
Desiring her dreams, her hopes, and true love endlessly.
Across a vast ocean as far as the eye can see.
Love sought pain spoken in prose, prettier than the reddist rose.
Effervescent sparkling soul deserves the best Lord knows.
Never capitulating despite enduring cruel unfair rules.
Across a vast ocean as far as the eye can see.
I sincerely wish her the best and hope and pray
her wishes become warm realities, not just stark trivialities.
"Magdalena Unfurled"
Mysteries unfurled at breakneck supersonic speeds.
Across a vast ocean as far as the eye can see.
Gifted gem giving all despite inflicted pains and hurts needlessly.
Desiring her dreams, her hopes, and true love endlessly.
Across a vast ocean as far as the eye can see.
Love sought pain spoken in prose, prettier than the reddist rose.
Effervescent sparkling soul deserves the best Lord knows.
Never capitulating despite enduring cruel unfair rules.
Across a vast ocean as far as the eye can see.
I sincerely wish her the best and hope and pray
her wishes become warm realities, not just stark trivialities.
