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The Road Less Traveled

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

the poetry of Robert Frost

Co-Host - Ahavati 

Part V in an ongoing series introducing serious writers of DUP to the most well-known poets, both classical and modern.
 

Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in America. Known for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech, Frost frequently wrote about settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. 

His Awards Include:  

Pulitzer Prizes, 1921 
New Hampshire: A Poem with Notes and Grace Notes.  

Pulitzer Prize, 1931
Collected Poems 

Pulitzer Prize, 1937
A Further Range

Pulitzer Prize, 1943 
A Witness Tree 

The Congressional Gold Medal, 1960 
For his poetic works 

Poet Laureate of Vermont, 1961

Edward MacDowell Medal, 1962 
For outstanding contribution to the arts. 

Guidelines 

Write a new poem honoring Frost from one of the following poetry titles. Bonus points if you actually read the poem and include a reference other than the title within it.   

1)   The Road Not Taken

2)   A Dream Pang

3)   My November Guest 

4)   Wind And Window Flower 

5)  Stars

6)  The Last Word of a Bluebird 

7)  Ghost House

8) Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

9) Design

10) The Need of Being Versed in Country Things

11) The Oft-Repeated Dream

12) The Telephone



The Rules

1.  One entry per DUP persona. 

2. No erotica; this is open to all ages and can't be viewed with an ECW. 

3. No exact word limit; however, attempt to keep it no more than 250 - 300. 

4. Any form is acceptable. 

5. Hashtag your poem #RobertFrost and link to your poem here. Do NOT copy paste your poem to the competition. The point is to eventually direct visitors searching for Frost to your poem via the hashtag we hope will eventualy be implemented by the Webmiss.  


Comp will be judged by a panel including myself.  You have one month; best of luck to all entrants.     



Ahavati
Tams
Tyrant of Words
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening ( After Robert Frost )

The path I walk is winter white
  reflective on this moonlit night      
o're field and glade I slowly crept      
  to not disturb or cause a fright      
     
the animals who might've slept      
  had not I tread within my step    
peaceful slumber deep in dreams      
  by snapping wood of broken twig      
     
Startling their eve routines    
  in depth of burrow and trunk of trees      
or high in branch under sky    
  curled all warm with families      
     
Woodland creatures far and wide    
  watched my trek with open eyes    
questioned motives in their minds    
  but I just pause with wink and smile      
~    
     
#RobertFrost  
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nightbirdblue
Dangerous Mind
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The Last Words of a Crow

 
By the moonlight I strolled
Along a path freshly mowed
Winding ‘round a cat-tailed pond
When I saw the shadow of a Crow

In this cold midnight hour
Her silk-black feathers glowed
She turned her eye on me
And in that moment she spoke:

“Bluebird, my darling
The last time I saw you
Spring’s flowers still bloomed
A brilliant bright yellow

Now you know who I am
And where I have travelled
And I’ll keep looking after you
Wherever you may go.”

My heart sang back to she
Notes carried upon the wind
And I know she’s always watching
Dearest Aunt Sandy, the Crow



#RobertFrost

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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Fire of Insight
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As I Trod to Town

’Twas a frosty morn’ as I trod to town
      The path, familiar to my furrowed brow
Against a cold wind, my heated frown,
Annoyed by chill and bearing down,
      I stayed my course anyhow!
 
My reason to venture into the wind—
      I have forgotten long years ago.
But through discomfort of self-discipline,
My ego refuses to ever rescind,
      ‘cause I proudly conquered that snow!
 
I’ll tell you this story, again and again,
      ‘till my presence you’ll gladly avoid!
Plain-spoken words with no hint of chagrin
Said by this folksy, annoying has-been
      That literati shall never rejoin!
 
He took the road less traveled by,
      And I took his words to heart!
Toast his memory with a shot of rye!
Raise your voice! Lift your glass to the sky!
      Simple words—molded into great art!
 
 
 
 
#RobertFrost
Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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eswaller
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 22nd Dec 2015
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening: Robert Frost Tribute

There are many miles to go before I sleep
As I am trudging through the white snow
Left behind by Mother Nature and shorter
Days are here. Memories of summer I keep
Close, but the tall pine trees put on a show
With snowdrift and I forget all about order.
 
My next destination in the back of my mind,
I watch as my frosty breath is intermingling
With the surrounding scenery. I could be lost
Here for hours or days memorizing the wind
Blowing on my face and feeling the tingling
Sensation from my toes. This is what Frost
 
Talks about, a place that feels like home
And what other people try to forever roam.
 
 
#RobertFrost
Written by eswaller
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Ahavati
Tams
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Ghost House ( after Robert Frost )

Whoever once stepped afoot      
  upon this now abandoned porch        
must’ve toiled a daily wage        
within the fields and garden gate        
  hanging now as rotted wood          
       
Whoever cooked within this kitchen        
  canning beans and plucking chicken        
surely did so with such care        
her flower vase still sitting there        
  with wilted bloom on withered stem        
       
Whoever slept within this room        
  of hand-sewn curtains billowing-          
snagged and torn on broken glass        
of window panes long past death        
  took care the stitches stay strong        
       
Whoever held with loving arms        
  the children on this little farm        
assuredly swung them from that tree        
where now hangs a broken swing        
  to keep them safe from harm        
       
Whoever built that empty barn        
  for bales of hay and grain of corn        
certainly whittled this little bench        
in a private corner of cement fence        
 overlooking the family plot        
       
Carved in hearts: names and dates        
  of whoever lived or visited this place        
Perhaps descendants paying respect        
or aimless wanderer simply curious        
  of ghosts without story or face        
       
~        
Written by Ahavati (Tams)
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
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A Prequel and a Sequel to Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"

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A link to Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" can be found here:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken

snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
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Family Farm

The cows I herded to pasture  
Are now warehoused by the thousands  
Never seeing the light of day  

Old neighbors' farm houses  
Slowly mold and rot to abandon  
A rusty skeleton is all that remains  
Of the Allis Chalmers tractor I drove  
 
Just as the Sioux and the buffalo  
Disappeared from the prairie  
So, has the family-farm menagerie  
But it will live forever in my memory
 
#Robert Frost
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Zaynab_kamoonpury
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Mankind in Dreamland

 
Pestered and pursued  
by unknown foes  
A topsyturvy land  
where snakes can have horns  
and cows can have fangs.  
Night'mares' where the day's stallions  
make mountains out of molehills  

A chance to witness greek mythology-like creatures for real  
For dreamland tis a place for the unreal and surreal.  
 
Those hair-raising scary scary dreams  
beset with horrified silent screams!  
 
We do try to interrupt nightmares, pinching ourselves  
With relief wake up to see there aren't any horrid elves.  
We also try to interpret dreams filled with mystery  
But gifted dream interpreters like prophet Joseph  
Are now part of biblical human history  
 
All in all, dreamland's fascination  
for extra-ordinary exaggeration  
and tall-tale imagination  
 
Where myth and legend come to life  
An amalgam of fiction or real strife  
 
Where assorted monsters of the mind  
reign supreme in that REM sleep of our kind.  
 
Yet on the other hand the wishful, wistful sweet sweet dreams  
where fantasies form mirages bordered by fanciful seams.  
 
Where castles in the air that humans build, float gently down to earth  
only to shoot back up unto nowhere from the awakened one's berth.  
 
In dreamland a pauper girl can be a princess or fairy fair  
for daydreams extend into the night and linger on there.  
 
A quote I took to heart and it to console all and sundry  
'that if your sweet dreams don't come true, don't you fret  
for atleast your nightmares didn't come true either,  
so just heave a sigh, by and by.  
 
Every night let us all just fly away and escape  
And lo behold  the extraordinary world of Dreamscape.
Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
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poet Anonymous


Inspiration for yawl. 🎨

Ahavati
Tams
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JohnnyBlaze said:Inspiration for yawl. 🎨

Eggsalent! So happy you're doing these. xo

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