Differing  CONCEPTION

As we cross the dunes of time in this vast unending life's desert, the happy tapping tunes & the sad haunting lilts we experience in our hearts at random, makes us consider the same concept to view differently..Sometimes altogether in DIVERGENT directions!
Does this happen as per our changing environs?
Are we made susceptible to them that we think different...
Or, Are we resolute enough to understand their different FACETS??

So no waiting now, take a Same TITLE/ Conception ..
And DEscribe the two Divergent VIEWS in your own style...
Each Poet thus makes two entries, titles same !
Any Style , Any format, Max. 200 words each entry!
You have a month's time ..WHAT'S MORE..Just SPALSH OUT

Just see an example....in my first post down here.

I just saw in my blog recently, I had written two different poems , but titled same!
And , surprisingly, the moods were altogether Divergent..
Hence, inspired to have this comp.
Hope all DUPss too would have come across or felt many times like this !

:: On the Verge ::

Where am I ? Dropped here to die?
Have I been hanging on here for years?
What’s this place? Suicidal point of the last human?
It feels like the earth’s boundary…or a new territory?
I stand alone in this pointed cliff top,
Only my feet fitting in that space of place,
Left out to live ,or may be probably, to die..
With four options-those quadratic equations!
Dive in or fly up the parachutes which I do have,
Into those unfathomed blues of ocean or the skies…
Or try those death defying acts of jumping or sliding,
all across the rough cliff terrain, to land or never at all..
In that speculated brown amicable earth, spotted far down!
Or left to gasping for breath and finally, death…
in slapping blows of severe chilling atmosphere.
Whatever it is…I take the stepforward now.
this initiation is for the closure…a life’s full-stop.
Or take it this way better, a positive perception…
As I always say, END.Is the Beginning……


:: ON The VERGE ::

Dormant or extinct,the buzzing world bubble
seems captivated in a stagnant standstill ,
Invisible and colourless,lost her glamorous shimmers
layering her reflective glassy spherical,
Motionless in a coma, her mighty migratory flights
and spinning freefalls are lost without a trace,
Deadened silence, her teatime chit-chats and
high-pitched melodies are rendered soulless,
Darkness pervading, her lighted up bridal face and
festive flashy hues are lost in oblivion,
Doomsday never ever, she’s on the wondrous brink
of entering a new beginning, better than her all-time best!

oh yes! here is a situation...a comp. w/o entries & subsequently winnerless!!
DUPss, am not interested in xtending de timeline at all..as already its been a vry loooonnnng one month over ..
nevr too late..rush in ur entriezz, now tat fat chances of winning fr anyone:)

Your instructions are tough on the mind summultima.
Great idea for a competition but not so great, the instructions..

Only with you.

Ship wrecked on an Island in the warm sea's,

But only with you,

And only with me,

Two people Lovers in Paradise,

We ask God for forgiveness,

And he saved us too,

This is Fate!

Because Baby Bun I love you,

We sailed on the Cutter!

But then in a storm it was lost,

And God gave me YOU!

To love and to hold,

In this Paradise!

Just me and you,

In a new world seems so nice,

I will build you a home,

Close to the Sea,

For you are the Paradise,

And the lover That’s set me free.


"2007"

Author notes
Dedicated to Baby Bun! A Cool and sexy Lady... Xx
By
The Warrior Poet
Eamon.

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Beautiful entry EAMON!
a hearty revelation out of the intense love..a paradise in a lost out world!
Even a stormy n wrecked situation turns ou a paradise if all what we got is love..so very true!
Glad fr the entry here..

wanderer said:Your instructions are tough on the mind summultima.
Great idea for a competition but not so great, the instructions..




Wanderer, Glad u raised this question!

the instructions goes with the idea I believe
and lot of liberty in the style/ word limit too..

The conception that we have can be anything >> an emotion or even a thing..

like "pain" is just a physical thing in childhood, bcomes an emotional trauma or even a way of life for many..
WE are made to wonder at an instance of our life..

or take a "tea" -maybe only a stimulative drink at breaks..but wen gets too much addicted/habituated as a routine, tat its absence makes us feel ill or lost totally..

these are just some kindling examples to say..DUPsss imagination is mindboggling I know..waiting to see ur writes!

Eamon's entry here is acceptable inspite there are no two entries..as in the same poem, he's able to deliver the differing conceptions!

The Moon Has An Axis  

Walking through  
the sodden pastures
up ahead is new  
and the moon
has an axis
new days shine through  
and the past is a waxwork
it looks like you  
but the fact is
your past that
the dreams that flew  
are still there , you can catch them
so go re-ensue
and tomorrow attach them .

All time  
it will be
and a mind  
will always see
don't listen to those , who just won't believe .
people in all their might  
who are never ever wrong
but I bet they couldn't write  
you or I a song .

The past is a waxwork  
it looks like you
the fact is
your past that  
the moon has an axis  
all dreams you can catch them  
so go re-ensue  
up ahead is new
the days shine through
Moons can only turn
if you believe then bend the rules .

The Moon Has An Axis

It's late
as I stare
at an open gate
there's silence in , the rotting fence
it's been a while since
it formed defence
I'm alive but in
a dead suspense .
 

In the still of night
days recall to mind
try as I might
I just can't ever unwind
I know I must fight
It gets harder though I try
there's an  owl in flight
and the moon is a big eye
we three are alike
alone in the night sky .    

There's an hourly tone
a tired church bell drones alone
shaky leaves
from the yawning breeze
creatures crawl
around me on my knees
I'm down thats all
just don't rub it in
please .

"Sunset"

It was like walking through a garden
of sleeping flowers closed to the stars
already bathed in sufficient sun

Some of the young ones, especially
seemed not quite ready for bed
sleeping restlessly, to my mind
whereas passing numbers like
'56 years'
'82 years'
I felt a peace
over the places I used to feel queasy
or some sort of silly girl thrill at standing
above someone's lifelessness, breathlessness -
the stillness chilled my skin back then

but then, there, in the garden of sleeping flowers
I just wanted to rest in their endings
smell the fragrances of their daytimes

"thy will be done"
is what her stone read
[I loved it, somewhere inside myself]
and wanted to lie there, above her
feeling this woman, remember she had breath
almost as long as I have

Lilian Louise, 1874-1900
perfect dates
I found it mildly interesting that this girl
so close to my age, that instantly intrigued me
had closed her story
on a centennial year

Maybe
it was her name I stopped for
Lilian Louise...

Then I thought of how
we recycle traditions, and names
fashions and music
when those in the spotlight
offer no independent
or original thought

We cling to what's worked for our greats
and assume
that even as we've
deteriorated
mentally, physically, spiritually
that resurrecting their pieces
will bring us back as well


____________________


"Sunset"

I've similarly walked through gardens
of sleeping flowers
closed to stars
tucked in
after having filled their days
in the company of weeds
and hungry insects

And there
today
sentiment opposed my head
feeling
young ones' dreams
must still be rising
from petals still half open

while knowing deeply
that in their innocence
with little fear
and less experience
they were likely all indifferent
or even glad to have gone

Sunset, the moon & the paradise-wonderful writes here!
Thank You Eamon, Paul ,Jestalessa..
I will be back sooner with the winner :)

Jestalessa said:"Sunset"

It was like walking through a garden
of sleeping flowers closed to the stars
already bathed in sufficient sun

Some of the young ones, especially
seemed not quite ready for bed
sleeping restlessly, to my mind
whereas passing numbers like
'56 years'
'82 years'
I felt a peace
over the places I used to feel queasy
or some sort of silly girl thrill at standing
above someone's lifelessness, breathlessness -
the stillness chilled my skin back then

but then, there, in the garden of sleeping flowers
I just wanted to rest in their endings
smell the fragrances of their daytimes

"thy will be done"
is what her stone read
[I loved it, somewhere inside myself]
and wanted to lie there, above her
feeling this woman, remember she had breath
almost as long as I have

Lilian Louise, 1874-1900
perfect dates
I found it mildly interesting that this girl
so close to my age, that instantly intrigued me
had closed her story
on a centennial year

Maybe
it was her name I stopped for
Lilian Louise...

Then I thought of how
we recycle traditions, and names
fashions and music
when those in the spotlight
offer no independent
or original thought

We cling to what's worked for our greats
and assume
that even as we've
deteriorated
mentally, physically, spiritually
that resurrecting their pieces
will bring us back as well


____________________


"Sunset"

I've similarly walked through gardens
of sleeping flowers
closed to stars
tucked in
after having filled their days
in the company of weeds
and hungry insects

And there
today
sentiment opposed my head
feeling
young ones' dreams
must still be rising
from petals still half open

while knowing deeply
that in their innocence
with little fear
and less experience
they were likely all indifferent
or even glad to have gone

Wow! should say the Sunset first entry is a gr8 write..
Second entry seemed like a continuation...esp. with the usage,"similarly"..otherwise it's too a well-writtten one!

Congrats Paul!
Moon has an axis-A well-imagined flawless write!

Hey thankyou very much summultima , I am really pleased yay and what a great idea for a competition also well done jes and eamon :)