Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd July 2012 4:37am
WINNER
Dulcea
Dulcea
RUNNER-UP:
MrAlptraum
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Summer Solstice
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write about the summer solstice.
Free verse preferred.
New poems only.
2 entries per person.
Please refrain from extensive commenting.
Surprise me with creativity and the unexpected.
ENJOY!
New poems only.
2 entries per person.
Please refrain from extensive commenting.
Surprise me with creativity and the unexpected.
ENJOY!
Anonymous
THE LONGEST DAY
The longest day
June, in Northern Canada
Waves of grain
Horizons forever
Flat land spreads
Out to vanish
Into the sky
The day rose
Would not die
Clear air, bright sun
Only eleven pm, time for bed
No says the sun
It is my turn to dance
To declare that summer
Is here, do not sleep!
Stay up all night
Keep me company
As I keep you bright
Remember December
I disappeared
I missed you all
I call you to hear
The silence of night
With the colour of day
Please stay awake
And watch my light display.
The longest day
June, in Northern Canada
Waves of grain
Horizons forever
Flat land spreads
Out to vanish
Into the sky
The day rose
Would not die
Clear air, bright sun
Only eleven pm, time for bed
No says the sun
It is my turn to dance
To declare that summer
Is here, do not sleep!
Stay up all night
Keep me company
As I keep you bright
Remember December
I disappeared
I missed you all
I call you to hear
The silence of night
With the colour of day
Please stay awake
And watch my light display.
Anonymous
This is a cool idea for a comp, I will mull it over in my mind and hope for the muse to inspire, thank's, Peace
* I tried to make it free-verse, but rhythm and rhyme seems to come more natural 
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The sun is setting on the longest day
Fireflies and mist.
The bonfire crackles. The fields are sown.
The veil is rather thin.
A maiden of dark on the shortest night.
I'll stay until the dawn.
We'll raise a cone, pound a drum
and dance entrancing songs.
The wheel turns and time moves on.
But the heat and flames won't ever fade.
They just go someone else's way.
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The sun is setting on the longest day
Fireflies and mist.
The bonfire crackles. The fields are sown.
The veil is rather thin.
A maiden of dark on the shortest night.
I'll stay until the dawn.
We'll raise a cone, pound a drum
and dance entrancing songs.
The wheel turns and time moves on.
But the heat and flames won't ever fade.
They just go someone else's way.
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Anonymous
Thank you, Miki. I look forward to your entry.
Kitty and Dulcea, thank you both for your lovely offerings.
Kitty and Dulcea, thank you both for your lovely offerings.
Anonymous
I WORSHIP THE SUN GOD RA
Believing in only one GOD
I worship the Sun God Ra
Whom Moses called
The One True God
When he was a Prince of Egypt
On Solstice Day
We all pray
To the Lord of Heaven
You are the ONE GOD who came
At the beginning of time
You created the earth
You did fashion man
You made the sky
You made the waters
You made the beasts of the field
You gave life to all
Blessed thou, Oh King of the Universe
On your solstice day
When you show your might
When you stay the longest
When you bless us with your light.
Believing in only one GOD
I worship the Sun God Ra
Whom Moses called
The One True God
When he was a Prince of Egypt
On Solstice Day
We all pray
To the Lord of Heaven
You are the ONE GOD who came
At the beginning of time
You created the earth
You did fashion man
You made the sky
You made the waters
You made the beasts of the field
You gave life to all
Blessed thou, Oh King of the Universe
On your solstice day
When you show your might
When you stay the longest
When you bless us with your light.
Blistering heat waves
Still breeze
I miss the snow
I want to freeze
Sweat beads on my neck
I jump in the water
What the heck
My feet stick in the muddy bottom
Some grass stuck in my hair
I rise to the surface
Gasping for air
This was no fun
My winter was done
Summer is here
I feel rather queer
Still breeze
I miss the snow
I want to freeze
Sweat beads on my neck
I jump in the water
What the heck
My feet stick in the muddy bottom
Some grass stuck in my hair
I rise to the surface
Gasping for air
This was no fun
My winter was done
Summer is here
I feel rather queer
summer heat
the first few days and already see the tension
the youth in the streets has multiply
walking down the street an the heat is creeping behind me
nervous and sweating i was command to freeze
the summer sun whispering the rights that belong to me
i collapse this summer heat dehydrated me
the first few days and already see the tension
the youth in the streets has multiply
walking down the street an the heat is creeping behind me
nervous and sweating i was command to freeze
the summer sun whispering the rights that belong to me
i collapse this summer heat dehydrated me
The Weld
Blister me on your celestial tour
and force me to yearn for your foe.
When you reduce me to a mechanical puddle
and hunting elusive shades,
I long:
I long for the twiggy fingers
on bony branches that scratch up
at the greys and whites;
trees on their knees reaching for heaven
hoping for seasonal mercy,
I long for the sharp wind
that cuts the air
and cuts whatever's too bold or stupid.
You may dazzle me when the mood fits
when you're sitting low
and gracing skyscapes with reds and oranges
as you set or rise to kiss our surface,
but beauty never quenched
but drowned me in your fire's fumes.
Blister me on your celestial tour
and force me to yearn for your foe.
When you reduce me to a mechanical puddle
and hunting elusive shades,
I long:
I long for the twiggy fingers
on bony branches that scratch up
at the greys and whites;
trees on their knees reaching for heaven
hoping for seasonal mercy,
I long for the sharp wind
that cuts the air
and cuts whatever's too bold or stupid.
You may dazzle me when the mood fits
when you're sitting low
and gracing skyscapes with reds and oranges
as you set or rise to kiss our surface,
but beauty never quenched
but drowned me in your fire's fumes.
summertime by many is considered the best
i like it because skimpy is how the sexy ladies dress
pretty toes out complimented by tats on sexy flesh
effortlessly seductive desires never get to rest
day dreams are born by soft sultry legs
& within their eyes 1 will find the reason a man begs
the sweet aroma of perfume with glossy luscious lips
along with freshly manicured fingertips
air conditioning can beat natures heat but their sexiness can not be cooled
to think it can is to truly be fooled
because the GREATEST Beauty there could ever be
is found when the sun is hottest because they display it for all to see....
i like it because skimpy is how the sexy ladies dress
pretty toes out complimented by tats on sexy flesh
effortlessly seductive desires never get to rest
day dreams are born by soft sultry legs
& within their eyes 1 will find the reason a man begs
the sweet aroma of perfume with glossy luscious lips
along with freshly manicured fingertips
air conditioning can beat natures heat but their sexiness can not be cooled
to think it can is to truly be fooled
because the GREATEST Beauty there could ever be
is found when the sun is hottest because they display it for all to see....
parked.
this loquacious one
this middle child too old for fall
still too young to spring
schooling winter with those red hot pictures
summer’s a tease built to please
long overdue on any full view expectations
free throws they just might cost extra
summer's job won't protect you
just dare you to ride her out
here on out it’ll be ever onward
an olympic trial, not her style
she’s more into the poly rhythmic
one theme park right after the next
parked.
it’ll be her as hero
she’ll be the latest blockbuster
the one here; the one on the way out
unchecked; she’ll make that cheeky choice
all the while getting chided for her sexiness
holding in place her stilted smile
doing all this while bored
summer will simply trade it in for that “all-night” laugh
real time is short time; where
a slighted few
they’ll get caught slaying
saying that she’s much deeper than necessary
parked.
yes, depending on what you carry
opinions…they do and will vary
what she leaves behind
this middle child, this
royal hotness; each year
she always plots this
each go round
patiently waiting summer's turn
where hers; hers is the slow burn
and soon enough; real tough
there’s another young fall to learn
the one that
parked.
Anonymous
Congratulations, Dulcea! Thank you everyone for the beautiful entries. You made this a really tough decision.
