Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd May 2012 6:37pm
WINNER
raorrick (Rachel O.)
raorrick (Rachel O.)
RUNNER-UP:
kriticool
Riddle me this
Yep
Whitewand6 said:[quote-78889-raorrick]Unknown
building; no one can hold it
exploding; tears all inside us
growling; we know its presence
escaping; to make everyone scatter
ensuring; the airs hard to breathe
spreading; all around quick and freely
controlling; the life of all who let it
My guess: Flatus(Could not use the synonym)
(Pardon me if I am wrong.
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OMG
I wish I could say you were right because that answer is so much funnier than what it is. SOOOOO fitting...too funny!
Actually Faceless (wanderer) is the one who got it right. Good job!
building; no one can hold it
exploding; tears all inside us
growling; we know its presence
escaping; to make everyone scatter
ensuring; the airs hard to breathe
spreading; all around quick and freely
controlling; the life of all who let it
My guess: Flatus(Could not use the synonym)
(Pardon me if I am wrong.
)[/quote] OMG I wish I could say you were right because that answer is so much funnier than what it is. SOOOOO fitting...too funny!
Actually Faceless (wanderer) is the one who got it right. Good job!
Anonymous
Nope. Nothing to do with writing.
ThorneTheRed said:A man stands before two identical speaking statues
One always lies, one always speaks the truth
In this room are two doorways, one leads to heaven, one leads to hell
He can only ask one statue one question
What question could he ask to insure that the door he chooses shall lead to heaven?
Well, this is probably silly, buuuut, he could ask one, "are you a speaking statue?"
If he asked:
The one why always lies, he will say, "no"
The one who always tells the truth, he will say, "yes"
So, since he knows that they ARE indeed speaking statues, this one question will reveal the truth. Then he will know whom to go with.
One always lies, one always speaks the truth
In this room are two doorways, one leads to heaven, one leads to hell
He can only ask one statue one question
What question could he ask to insure that the door he chooses shall lead to heaven?
Well, this is probably silly, buuuut, he could ask one, "are you a speaking statue?"
If he asked:
The one why always lies, he will say, "no"
The one who always tells the truth, he will say, "yes"
So, since he knows that they ARE indeed speaking statues, this one question will reveal the truth. Then he will know whom to go with.
Miss_Sub said:I eat of this crop everyday.
It's a blur of colours
in quatrain display.
Though this guy's out of work
as there's no jobs anymore,
but not yet redundant
yet creative I'm sure.
This one has me intrigued.
Toucan Sam, a bowl of fruit loops, lol...but then, I think he is still the cereal's mascot...hmph ;/
It's a blur of colours
in quatrain display.
Though this guy's out of work
as there's no jobs anymore,
but not yet redundant
yet creative I'm sure.
This one has me intrigued.
Toucan Sam, a bowl of fruit loops, lol...but then, I think he is still the cereal's mascot...hmph ;/
Prologue.
From nothing, born
into everything void.
Into nothing it returns,
metaphorical wings ignite.
Tranquil calm, tumultuous noise
deafening silence a part of the whole.
Rising from oblivion, emotionless, expressionless,
eating its heart, scorching its thoughts.
It is naught, defining much more than lot,
it is all and one.
A Beast of knowledge, God of impiety,
within divinity and demoniac.
To tame its nerve, for avarice
ensue unrelenting misery.
Amidst patterns and flow, insanity
dwarfed by mere moments, is.
It speaks of instinct, intellect
shatters before its grandeur.
Elucidating nothing, catechizing everything,
a single truth dwells.
Epilogue.
From nothing, born
into everything void.
Into nothing it returns,
metaphorical wings ignite.
Tranquil calm, tumultuous noise
deafening silence a part of the whole.
Rising from oblivion, emotionless, expressionless,
eating its heart, scorching its thoughts.
It is naught, defining much more than lot,
it is all and one.
A Beast of knowledge, God of impiety,
within divinity and demoniac.
To tame its nerve, for avarice
ensue unrelenting misery.
Amidst patterns and flow, insanity
dwarfed by mere moments, is.
It speaks of instinct, intellect
shatters before its grandeur.
Elucidating nothing, catechizing everything,
a single truth dwells.
Epilogue.
They come and go as they please
turn dark and grim from bright and serene
and the nights burn while mornings grieve
Stain the world in a placid hue
nefariously calm and indifferent to opinion
drawing shades of sky on earth
Melancholy seeps from the gaps
upon pigeons perched on juvenile roots
beneath this gloom, trapped forever
Perpetually, I suppose.
turn dark and grim from bright and serene
and the nights burn while mornings grieve
Stain the world in a placid hue
nefariously calm and indifferent to opinion
drawing shades of sky on earth
Melancholy seeps from the gaps
upon pigeons perched on juvenile roots
beneath this gloom, trapped forever
Perpetually, I suppose.
Sweet translucent savior, rest in your coffin. Wait for them to gather and heave in your sorrow. A gift from high - Angelic oracle. The source of enlightenment and moderation. Your succulent mouth, narrow and wide, like hellfire you burn, reveal all to my eyes.
It rests in your belly, the mist of death. Warm and coarse, it sinks into my chest. Raging nymphet, juvenile and diabolical, possessed by your mystique I humbly beseech you. Let your madness illuminate my darkest inner sanctum. So delicate, so pure, gleaming in the sunlight of monsoon's gloom, your holy grail thaws from its throne.
Lay your treasures in her bosom, and she will be in your debt. To be used again, abused again, another day... some other time... a different place... in the same way.
It rests in your belly, the mist of death. Warm and coarse, it sinks into my chest. Raging nymphet, juvenile and diabolical, possessed by your mystique I humbly beseech you. Let your madness illuminate my darkest inner sanctum. So delicate, so pure, gleaming in the sunlight of monsoon's gloom, your holy grail thaws from its throne.
Lay your treasures in her bosom, and she will be in your debt. To be used again, abused again, another day... some other time... a different place... in the same way.
