Poetry competition CLOSED 6th November 2016 8:30am
WINNER
Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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Through A Window
Poetry Contest Description
Pair up a poem with any one of the following pictures with the comp theme.
This time it's a competition to pair up a poem with any one of the following pictures with the theme "Through a window". It can be a voyeuristic journey, a metaphoric write, a daydream, or a nightmare, fantasy, fiction, non-fiction, anything in a poem within the framework of the following guideline/rules:
1: You have One Week.
2: One entry per person.
3: Poetry only, no prose or prose poetry.
4: New or not so new ink.
5: No Collaborations.
6: TITLE YOUR INK, and be sure to...
7: ADD the # OF PHOTO, or the PHOTO ITSELF that inspired you.
8: Can be mild Erotica, but NO Extreme Content.
9: Respect all, no abuse.
10: PM/note me with questions re: rules/entries.
11. Use competition thread for entries only.
12. Enthrall me, and enjoy yourselves!
I'll be starting things off with my own write as an example.
1: Geisha http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/from%20a%20window%20-geisha%20floating%20world%201%2000.png
2: Watching http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/from%20a%20window%20-%20watching%202%2000.png
3: Stretching http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%203%2000.jpg
4: Abstract http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%204%2000.jpg
5: Neglected http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%205%2000.jpg
6: Alone http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%206%2000.png
7: On a train http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%20-%20train%207%2000.jpg
8: Canal http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%208%2000.jpg
9: Broken http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%209%2000.png
10: Hello http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%2010%2000_1.png
11: Daydreaming http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%20winter%2013%2000.png
12: Nude Female http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%2013%2000.png
13: Nude Male http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%2012%2000.png
1: You have One Week.
2: One entry per person.
3: Poetry only, no prose or prose poetry.
4: New or not so new ink.
5: No Collaborations.
6: TITLE YOUR INK, and be sure to...
7: ADD the # OF PHOTO, or the PHOTO ITSELF that inspired you.
8: Can be mild Erotica, but NO Extreme Content.
9: Respect all, no abuse.
10: PM/note me with questions re: rules/entries.
11. Use competition thread for entries only.
12. Enthrall me, and enjoy yourselves!
I'll be starting things off with my own write as an example.
1: Geisha http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/from%20a%20window%20-geisha%20floating%20world%201%2000.png
2: Watching http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/from%20a%20window%20-%20watching%202%2000.png
3: Stretching http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%203%2000.jpg
4: Abstract http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%204%2000.jpg
5: Neglected http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%205%2000.jpg
6: Alone http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%206%2000.png
7: On a train http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%20-%20train%207%2000.jpg
8: Canal http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%208%2000.jpg
9: Broken http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%209%2000.png
10: Hello http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%2010%2000_1.png
11: Daydreaming http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%20winter%2013%2000.png
12: Nude Female http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%2013%2000.png
13: Nude Male http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%2012%2000.png
ON A TRAIN
When you wait for me at the station - where my train is now approaching - do you think I will look how you imagine?
Do you anticipate the eager, gleaming eyes, the knowingly big smile on my face, framed by my simply arranged blond hair?
Do you imagine how I will be dressed to meet you? The blue jeans, easily removable sandals, and the shoulderless shirt which will make me look nude when you first spot me in the window?
Will you be excited as I am, when I get out of the carriage. How will it feel for you if I am not as you thought I would be dressed, will it match your expectation or exceed it?
How will your heart beat and your breath catch as you take me in your arms after the impact of first sight? Will your excitement be manifest under the cloth of your trousers?
How eagerly will you grip me, press your lips to mine. Will it be so tight my body can feel everything under your clothes, and you what is under mine? Do you expect to feel the lines of my underwear, or - if you dare - do you think I will be commando? Will you pick me up by my rump and give me a triumphant twirl as I hang around your shoulders?
When we have unclinched, what will be your next move? Will you want to drive me straight to your flat or take me to some place in the town first?
Whatever, I am coming to you now, ready to taste what opens up for me.
Pic 6. Alone
Alone
ripples, a brief breath in time
a hiccup in a journey
on the road to a known destination
...there I stood paused for a moment
the door closed shutting me in
a space with nothing shining through
dark thoughts swinging around doubts
...asking what am I doing here
dripping water from misted eyes
not stopped by soothing chants
invoking strengths from deep inner wells
...voices in my head saying ' end it'
smiles of friends and family ferociously
etched on their faces, distorted, predatory
suffocating me with aweful kindness
...they were killing me as I tried to run
time unpaused and rushed forward
I picked roses along the way
pricked and travelled with bloody fingers
...within me I looked out for the light
through the window of my inner cell
waiting for the silver moonlight
curled within I forced slumber
...as Madness cackled in my ear.
Alone
ripples, a brief breath in time
a hiccup in a journey
on the road to a known destination
...there I stood paused for a moment
the door closed shutting me in
a space with nothing shining through
dark thoughts swinging around doubts
...asking what am I doing here
dripping water from misted eyes
not stopped by soothing chants
invoking strengths from deep inner wells
...voices in my head saying ' end it'
smiles of friends and family ferociously
etched on their faces, distorted, predatory
suffocating me with aweful kindness
...they were killing me as I tried to run
time unpaused and rushed forward
I picked roses along the way
pricked and travelled with bloody fingers
...within me I looked out for the light
through the window of my inner cell
waiting for the silver moonlight
curled within I forced slumber
...as Madness cackled in my ear.
12. Nude Female
secrets of the rain
the after-midnight rain beats down on the old shingle roof;
the staccato of a rapid-fire pistol massacres my reverie.
thunder bellows like the great voice of an opera centurion,
as lightning strobes the veil of a slumbering nocturne. the
music is classical: turbulent trumpets & silk-tongued,
lamenting violins.
illuminated at my window, the stark, accusing faces of
long ago lovers, painted in the make-up of a beautiful
sorrow. pensive blondes & dolorous dark haired maidens;
eyes the colors of paraiba tourmaline or peridot, pristine
as a virgin pool or sinfully smoky.
they chant a similar mournful melody: ‘where did you go,
lover? have you forgotten me?’ & thus arises visions from
fragrant ash, such amorous interludes as a man can never
forget. kisses wetter than the sultry night, & ‘hold me close,
closer’ sighs.
passion that steals away from a betrayer’s mundane allegory,
& hastens to catch a train pulling away regretfully from a Paris
fog; passion that yields to the light of a star-crossed virgin on a
Verona balcony.
these spectral mistresses come with the rain, the rain that falls
like sweet & bitter tears, just beyond the mourning glass. they
fade as I watch, carried to a mystical garden that will blossom
for them, because I am not there.
there is a better place for you, & it’s far away from here.
far away from me…
secrets of the rain
the after-midnight rain beats down on the old shingle roof;
the staccato of a rapid-fire pistol massacres my reverie.
thunder bellows like the great voice of an opera centurion,
as lightning strobes the veil of a slumbering nocturne. the
music is classical: turbulent trumpets & silk-tongued,
lamenting violins.
illuminated at my window, the stark, accusing faces of
long ago lovers, painted in the make-up of a beautiful
sorrow. pensive blondes & dolorous dark haired maidens;
eyes the colors of paraiba tourmaline or peridot, pristine
as a virgin pool or sinfully smoky.
they chant a similar mournful melody: ‘where did you go,
lover? have you forgotten me?’ & thus arises visions from
fragrant ash, such amorous interludes as a man can never
forget. kisses wetter than the sultry night, & ‘hold me close,
closer’ sighs.
passion that steals away from a betrayer’s mundane allegory,
& hastens to catch a train pulling away regretfully from a Paris
fog; passion that yields to the light of a star-crossed virgin on a
Verona balcony.
these spectral mistresses come with the rain, the rain that falls
like sweet & bitter tears, just beyond the mourning glass. they
fade as I watch, carried to a mystical garden that will blossom
for them, because I am not there.
there is a better place for you, & it’s far away from here.
far away from me…
Anonymous
9. Broken
http://i1301.photobucket.com/albums/ag112/neverlandfairy/Mobile%20Uploads/IMG_3961_zpsy0feogja.jpg
Go Through Time With
Trying so hard
to ignore my broken
Pieces of me
scattered...they're all about
Boxed up
labeled...sitting there
stacked
I'm left shattered
besides myself
Words once heard
with such tenderness
Tones which had caused
breaths to plead for more
Now only crush...to peel layers
of my heart
I'm bleeding out
from every single pore
I stare at this book
which I started
To print on parchment
all crinkled...frayed
Waiting for the order
to arrive
"just perfect"
So it would be ready
then placed on display
The portrait
of an oak
never viewed before...through
the eyes
of his little girl
A thing of wonder...amazing beauty
just as we were
in this great
big vast world
Created to capture
the journey we had
Then and now...poetry straight
from our souls
A history of love
that would expand...never
ending
To look back on
while we smiled...when
we're old
I will still assemble
this book...as planned
Fill it with all the ink
we have spilled
as intended
Bind it together
with knots
of forever
Should he return
before I move on...to the
hereafter
http://i1301.photobucket.com/albums/ag112/neverlandfairy/Mobile%20Uploads/IMG_3961_zpsy0feogja.jpg
Go Through Time With
Trying so hard
to ignore my broken
Pieces of me
scattered...they're all about
Boxed up
labeled...sitting there
stacked
I'm left shattered
besides myself
Words once heard
with such tenderness
Tones which had caused
breaths to plead for more
Now only crush...to peel layers
of my heart
I'm bleeding out
from every single pore
I stare at this book
which I started
To print on parchment
all crinkled...frayed
Waiting for the order
to arrive
"just perfect"
So it would be ready
then placed on display
The portrait
of an oak
never viewed before...through
the eyes
of his little girl
A thing of wonder...amazing beauty
just as we were
in this great
big vast world
Created to capture
the journey we had
Then and now...poetry straight
from our souls
A history of love
that would expand...never
ending
To look back on
while we smiled...when
we're old
I will still assemble
this book...as planned
Fill it with all the ink
we have spilled
as intended
Bind it together
with knots
of forever
Should he return
before I move on...to the
hereafter
#7 On A Train
Wednesday Here Again
I heard that conductor calling
Calling all aboard
I swore I wouldn't buy ticket, but I'm on these tracks again
She wasn't just a woman she was my best friend
Yesterday all my problems seem so far away
Only to have them back today
I don't know where I am, I want things the way they once were
Oh train take me back to her
Wednesday blew in
And I'm missing her again
Rode this train, straight down the line
Reflection of a person that I can't find
Yesterday's Gone like an old Skynyrd song
Wednesday blew in and my baby gone
Sittin' here at the station, there's no need to pretend
I see the caboose this could be the end
I feel that wind stirring inside
I hear that conductor saying let's take a ride
I'll walk along these tracks
Someday I'll make my way back
Wednesday blew in
And I'm missing her again ...
Wednesday blew in
And I'm missing her again
Rode this train, straight down the line
Reflection of a person that I can't find
Yesterday's Gone like an old Skynyrd song
Wednesday blew in and my baby gone
Wednesday Here Again
I heard that conductor calling
Calling all aboard
I swore I wouldn't buy ticket, but I'm on these tracks again
She wasn't just a woman she was my best friend
Yesterday all my problems seem so far away
Only to have them back today
I don't know where I am, I want things the way they once were
Oh train take me back to her
Wednesday blew in
And I'm missing her again
Rode this train, straight down the line
Reflection of a person that I can't find
Yesterday's Gone like an old Skynyrd song
Wednesday blew in and my baby gone
Sittin' here at the station, there's no need to pretend
I see the caboose this could be the end
I feel that wind stirring inside
I hear that conductor saying let's take a ride
I'll walk along these tracks
Someday I'll make my way back
Wednesday blew in
And I'm missing her again ...
Wednesday blew in
And I'm missing her again
Rode this train, straight down the line
Reflection of a person that I can't find
Yesterday's Gone like an old Skynyrd song
Wednesday blew in and my baby gone
Anonymous
13: Nude Male
.:bf.Spinners.:
.:records.used.to.turn.at.33-and-a-half.:
.:knot.anymore.:
.:it's.a.45.degree.angle:.
>>>do.you.play.the.game.......
**hickory.
.~dick~ory**
*.dock.*
.:.micemen.:.
.:bf.Spinners.:
.:records.used.to.turn.at.33-and-a-half.:
.:knot.anymore.:
.:it's.a.45.degree.angle:.
>>>do.you.play.the.game.......
**hickory.
.~dick~ory**
*.dock.*
.:.micemen.:.
http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a450/geoff_collins2/thru%20a%20window%202%2000_1_zpsknl23kgh.jpg
A CAST OF FATE
(a prelude to a soliloquy)
Though night has drawn towards morning’s newer sun
The revelings of noble masque persist
Yet I, my troop our homeward dance begun
Though thought of her becomes my heart's insist
My mind tells tales of no good things to come
And Mercury would race me far away
But to her visage how my sense succumbs
Her lips and sweetest mouth would have me stay
So begs the light of moon and silhouette
To rise and scale her bedroom’s garden wall
I lightly lift and rush without regret
To open window’s gape, to heed her call
My name from her, like potion’s spell partakes
“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks…”
A CAST OF FATE
(a prelude to a soliloquy)
Though night has drawn towards morning’s newer sun
The revelings of noble masque persist
Yet I, my troop our homeward dance begun
Though thought of her becomes my heart's insist
My mind tells tales of no good things to come
And Mercury would race me far away
But to her visage how my sense succumbs
Her lips and sweetest mouth would have me stay
So begs the light of moon and silhouette
To rise and scale her bedroom’s garden wall
I lightly lift and rush without regret
To open window’s gape, to heed her call
My name from her, like potion’s spell partakes
“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks…”
http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/thru%20a%20window%2013%2000.png
#12
"the 12th Day of XXXmas"
On the twelfth day of Xmas my dream-angel came to me
Slipping through my window in her birthday suit of virgin skin
She must be cold without her angelic feathered wings
But she couldn't fit them through my open window frames
Now fallen in my arms, merely mortal and subject to Earthly sins
On this merry eve she'll openly submit to all my wanton whims
I wonder if HE saw her sneak through my stained glass panes
Just in case He's up there peaking, I'll close them up again
Peering through the shadows across her sultry face
I saw fangs behind her smile, reminding me she fell from grace
T'was then I realized it was not Xmas but instead was Halloween
And all the pleasures I was praying for were about to become screams
JJ
