Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd January 2012 10:47am
WINNER
Chandler (Gleana Snipoms)
Chandler (Gleana Snipoms)
RUNNERS-UP:
AlisVolatPropriis8
and Mask-wearer
Dedication to the DU webmistress!!!
Anonymous
Missy Dee.
It’s a portrait of fantasy
a vision so cinematic
a dream – gigantic
it’s colossal
it’s enormous
it’s incredible
- inconceivable.
It’s just Magic!
Waves of meta
bound
in your devotion
like the supernatural,
the paranormal.
it’s ghostlike
it’s spiritual
- implausible
It’s just Magic!
This treasure
is ours
to escape from
our lives.
To your talent
we’re beholden
you’re striking
just gorgeous
a statuette in the
cyber-sphere
- incredible
You’re just Magic
- aptly
- adored.
-x-
Written by AliP 25-12-2011
It’s a portrait of fantasy
a vision so cinematic
a dream – gigantic
it’s colossal
it’s enormous
it’s incredible
- inconceivable.
It’s just Magic!
Waves of meta
bound
in your devotion
like the supernatural,
the paranormal.
it’s ghostlike
it’s spiritual
- implausible
It’s just Magic!
This treasure
is ours
to escape from
our lives.
To your talent
we’re beholden
you’re striking
just gorgeous
a statuette in the
cyber-sphere
- incredible
You’re just Magic
- aptly
- adored.
-x-
Written by AliP 25-12-2011
A token of gratitude
She provided a refuge
to the fertile fanatics of poetry,
Mistress of the private galaxy,
where we can fly our planes of imagination
to the highest altitudes,
A compass which
outlines our imaginal cells,
She is the verve of the current
flowing through this site
enabling us to weld
our emotions and writings together,
the stock exchange of poetry
where the artists can list their
rhythmic literary work,
A prophet to the liberal religion
where the poetic patrons can
compose their very own prayers,
as she has reserved her own creations
to avoid prejudice.
She provided a refuge
to the fertile fanatics of poetry,
Mistress of the private galaxy,
where we can fly our planes of imagination
to the highest altitudes,
A compass which
outlines our imaginal cells,
She is the verve of the current
flowing through this site
enabling us to weld
our emotions and writings together,
the stock exchange of poetry
where the artists can list their
rhythmic literary work,
A prophet to the liberal religion
where the poetic patrons can
compose their very own prayers,
as she has reserved her own creations
to avoid prejudice.
She is the Keeper of the Underground, Deep,
Where all the secrets we do reveal, doth sleep.
Glorious and resplendent in silks of ebon dark,
She smiles at the shadows, and oft doth hark…
To the poetry of souls cast into this vast abyss!
Creator of this place, of madness and of bliss,
Where now we regale her with praise and song.
Now let us all rejoice well, both loudly and long!
For the night is nigh, and we reside in its’ chill…
Children of the Underground, of darksome will.
Where all the secrets we do reveal, doth sleep.
Glorious and resplendent in silks of ebon dark,
She smiles at the shadows, and oft doth hark…
To the poetry of souls cast into this vast abyss!
Creator of this place, of madness and of bliss,
Where now we regale her with praise and song.
Now let us all rejoice well, both loudly and long!
For the night is nigh, and we reside in its’ chill…
Children of the Underground, of darksome will.
Kou_Indigo said:She is the Keeper of the Underground, Deep,
Where all the secrets we do reveal, doth sleep.
Glorious and resplendent in silks of ebon dark,
She smiles at the shadows, and oft doth hark…
To the poetry of souls cast into this vast abyss!
Creator of this place, of madness and of bliss,
Where now we regale her with praise and song.
Now let us all rejoice well, both loudly and long!
For the night is nigh, and we reside in its’ chill…
Children of the Underground, of darksome will.
Yow are simply awesome...good work...
Where all the secrets we do reveal, doth sleep.
Glorious and resplendent in silks of ebon dark,
She smiles at the shadows, and oft doth hark…
To the poetry of souls cast into this vast abyss!
Creator of this place, of madness and of bliss,
Where now we regale her with praise and song.
Now let us all rejoice well, both loudly and long!
For the night is nigh, and we reside in its’ chill…
Children of the Underground, of darksome will.
Yow are simply awesome...good work...
AlisVolatPropriis8 said:A token of gratitude
She provided a refuge
to the fertile fanatics of poetry,
Mistress of the private galaxy,
where we can fly our planes of imagination
to the highest altitudes,
A compass which
outlines our imaginal cells,
She is the verve of the current
flowing through this site
enabling us to weld
our emotions and writings together,
the stock exchange of poetry
where the artists can list their
rhythmic literary work,
A prophet to the liberal religion
where the poetic patrons can
compose their very own prayers,
as she has reserved her own creations
to avoid prejudice.
great work...keep it up..
She provided a refuge
to the fertile fanatics of poetry,
Mistress of the private galaxy,
where we can fly our planes of imagination
to the highest altitudes,
A compass which
outlines our imaginal cells,
She is the verve of the current
flowing through this site
enabling us to weld
our emotions and writings together,
the stock exchange of poetry
where the artists can list their
rhythmic literary work,
A prophet to the liberal religion
where the poetic patrons can
compose their very own prayers,
as she has reserved her own creations
to avoid prejudice.
great work...keep it up..
Chandler said:The Mistress of Healing
The one who created this playground of poets
All riddled with holes from past experiences
Coming together for an outlet of escape
Oh beautiful Mistress I thank you indeed
For the creation of this site has planted a seed
It grows everyday with additions of thorns
With you as the flower of darkened salvation
I came as a broken and shattered mind
Now put together with all of these vines
They branch out and twist to ensure our safety
Mistress of Healing
The one of our creation
I thank you aplenty
For this revelation.
congrats Gleana....great work...i loved ur imagination and thought....its beautiful....keep it up...
The one who created this playground of poets
All riddled with holes from past experiences
Coming together for an outlet of escape
Oh beautiful Mistress I thank you indeed
For the creation of this site has planted a seed
It grows everyday with additions of thorns
With you as the flower of darkened salvation
I came as a broken and shattered mind
Now put together with all of these vines
They branch out and twist to ensure our safety
Mistress of Healing
The one of our creation
I thank you aplenty
For this revelation.
congrats Gleana....great work...i loved ur imagination and thought....its beautiful....keep it up...
Anonymous
Wow! Chandler, congrats...
And Rakhi & Mask wearer.
Thanks for a wonderful comp. Joetina!
And Rakhi & Mask wearer.
Thanks for a wonderful comp. Joetina!
