Poetry competition CLOSED 16th April 2013 10:46pm
WINNER
kriticool
kriticool
RUNNERS-UP:
13
and ryteoutlet
CHOICE OF THREE POEMS IDEAS
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
WRITE 1-3 POEMS on the images in the COLLAGE
http://www.artist-3d.com/neosurrealismart/modern-surrealists-art/artists/surrealist-frankpicinicom/surrealist-artist03.jpg
ABOVE - IMAGE 1
http://en.artoffer.com/_images_user/9487/157937/large/Ela-Nowak-Game-Fantasy-Contemporary-Art-Post-Surrealism.jpg
ABOVE - IMAGE 2
http://www.vakras.com/contra-gleeson/matta.jpg
ABOVE - IMAGE 3
SURREALISTIC/NEO SURREALISTIC ART
WRITE 1 TO 3 POEMS ON THE ART ABOVE
you can write up to 3 poems
all should be new and based on 1 of each of the above images
(you NEED only to submit 1 poem if you wish)
how you interpret the images DOES NOT MATTER there is NO RIGHT ANSWER
the poems can be any genre or kind of poetry
the poems can be any length from very short to very long
you have 1 week
WHEN writing a POEM.....PLEASE indicate which
image inspired which poem....as in Title of Poem (inspired by 1) and so on.....
ask for further clarification thanks
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THE TITLE IS AN ACCIDENT
There is NO collage
There is a CHOICE of 3 images
ABOVE - IMAGE 1
http://en.artoffer.com/_images_user/9487/157937/large/Ela-Nowak-Game-Fantasy-Contemporary-Art-Post-Surrealism.jpg
ABOVE - IMAGE 2
http://www.vakras.com/contra-gleeson/matta.jpg
ABOVE - IMAGE 3
SURREALISTIC/NEO SURREALISTIC ART
WRITE 1 TO 3 POEMS ON THE ART ABOVE
you can write up to 3 poems
all should be new and based on 1 of each of the above images
(you NEED only to submit 1 poem if you wish)
how you interpret the images DOES NOT MATTER there is NO RIGHT ANSWER
the poems can be any genre or kind of poetry
the poems can be any length from very short to very long
you have 1 week
WHEN writing a POEM.....PLEASE indicate which
image inspired which poem....as in Title of Poem (inspired by 1) and so on.....
ask for further clarification thanks
*****************************************************
THE TITLE IS AN ACCIDENT
There is NO collage
There is a CHOICE of 3 images
Life and Time
Scribbling names on sands of time
Written through sorrows and pain
Inscribed too with love and joy
Many places and faces seen
held for a while, and moving on
Traipsing on, leaving foot prints
On receding memories
Yesteryears fast moving on
Away, away into horizons
Behind, pushed back by time
Forward we go, never pausing
Ticking clocks merciless
Prod our back with many frowns
As we try to dig our heels
On porous highway silt
Broken may the timekeeper
But never the time master
Awry or neat life can be
Or as tipped-over chess boards
but there is no pause on life-roads.
Based on Image Number 2
Scribbling names on sands of time
Written through sorrows and pain
Inscribed too with love and joy
Many places and faces seen
held for a while, and moving on
Traipsing on, leaving foot prints
On receding memories
Yesteryears fast moving on
Away, away into horizons
Behind, pushed back by time
Forward we go, never pausing
Ticking clocks merciless
Prod our back with many frowns
As we try to dig our heels
On porous highway silt
Broken may the timekeeper
But never the time master
Awry or neat life can be
Or as tipped-over chess boards
but there is no pause on life-roads.
Based on Image Number 2
Anonymous
Neo Ways (inspired by muse pic #1)
The radiation haze
nuclear aftermath
ozone ablaze
container safety
via worm hole migration
travelling often
real life evasion
projected or regressed
spend your time, timeless
bereft
The radiation haze
nuclear aftermath
ozone ablaze
container safety
via worm hole migration
travelling often
real life evasion
projected or regressed
spend your time, timeless
bereft
Anonymous
Hi Grace - thank you for the submission
Miki - thank you ...but put down which poem went with which image.
Miki - thank you ...but put down which poem went with which image.
Anonymous
gotcha Kitty, thank you..will add that by edit now :-0
Hey! I thought I recognized the style of the first picture! Frank Picini! I included him in a powerpoint I made for my art class! He's REALLY good. My personal favorite picture of his is "Time To Feed the Monster", but I think it's too gory to post here... not that any children would want to be on the site... I dunno. Maybe it isn't too gory...
http://www.artist-3d.com/neosurrealismart/modern-surrealists-art/artists/surrealist-frankpicinicom/surrealist-artist03.jpg
That Wish, Reborn
It is an ample fairytale
these silver
strokes of want
to be touched
with tips
of tongue, and lips
slipping
in, on, through
where a velveteen wet
is met with skinned wet
where I am born
flesh, real
and full of you
That Wish, Reborn
It is an ample fairytale
these silver
strokes of want
to be touched
with tips
of tongue, and lips
slipping
in, on, through
where a velveteen wet
is met with skinned wet
where I am born
flesh, real
and full of you
Anonymous
Maggie, thank you for your submission.
http://www.artist-3d.com/neosurrealismart/modern-surrealists-art/artists/surrealist-frankpicinicom/surrealist-artist03.jpg
The labs of the Modifier's have claimed a soul yet again.
Beneath time and space within the context of the dimensional spin.
This race of ancient beings playing a great game of galactic war.
Hunger for the consumption to only further their knowledge even more.
A dying realm that wreaked havoc throughout many dimensional time lines.
There fevered judgment they surly faced for the defiance of there ungodly crimes.
Spanning across the distances of stellar wisdom's and forgotten outlines.
They continued their unholy crusade for their quest and unstoppable deviant lies.
For as stellar light from a forgotten time.
Illuminated my vision with ambiguous
rhyme.
Thoughts eons old built with uncanny
prolific distinction.
The need for this arcane truth so bold
sparked b
The labs of the Modifier's have claimed a soul yet again.
Beneath time and space within the context of the dimensional spin.
This race of ancient beings playing a great game of galactic war.
Hunger for the consumption to only further their knowledge even more.
A dying realm that wreaked havoc throughout many dimensional time lines.
There fevered judgment they surly faced for the defiance of there ungodly crimes.
Spanning across the distances of stellar wisdom's and forgotten outlines.
They continued their unholy crusade for their quest and unstoppable deviant lies.
For as stellar light from a forgotten time.
Illuminated my vision with ambiguous
rhyme.
Thoughts eons old built with uncanny
prolific distinction.
The need for this arcane truth so bold
sparked b
Anonymous
Vortexman - thank you very much for your good poem and for supporting this competition.
The Random Transmission and Transport of Image: One
http://www.artist-3d.com/neosurrealismart/modern-surrealists-art/artists/surrealist-frankpicinicom/surrealist-artist03.jpg
getting them mixed; the messages
vaulted vestiges found via sound located deep down in the murk
key -ing in on the last dis-
- gust of wind, an eclectic sin
how many minds could’ve birthed this
cursed is this…check the platform list
patterns running conclusive.. techs must've been submissive
any & all e-motion detected
on the floor eye d-tech the viral infected
my one green eye doesn’t lie
it gives-off thrills when
intersected
quick let's resurrect it
what’s been selected is a byte hard, a swiped card
one that won’t at all correct it
I believe this: it was I B M following Steve to the stock in trade heap-ness
full grown, the smartphone; should’ve known that he’d leave this
partnered up, then conceived this
yet my sense reads a synthesis
one 2 soon to be deemed as worthless
et tu apple II; if only we’d seen this
the messages, those vaulted vestiges
the ones found deep down in the murk
now key-ing in on one or more of the discs…then the perk
more monies, less work
mills of billions to be made, games played, any & all e-motions detected
73G – what’s viral gets to post free
each bit…a launch code hazard
fuck the duck...the code says mallard
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Reincarnation of an armed guard (based on image #1)
finally...
breathing...
taking this suit off...
I love my armor, served me well
donned in the age of Yore, battling
black pits of hell, chinks you see
strips, these the case may be
are but from finding me...
Shining, bright Magic flows from it
warding off danger
I took trips fraught with angles
dot and blotted along the way
pierced by dragons in lairs.
The armor strengthened...
living the life of the court, alone
walking fares, still intent upon joys
And the days came, harkened
upon my hole of years
where tales vines grabbed hold
purposed and clear, battles change
no longer fit, so heavy-strange-that
winds of change can show us this
hang my suit up, enshrined drying
It's scars left, reminding, lest we forget
My bear skin stretches across a rock
looking out over the valley
embraced by the woods, naked
harmonized nature and battles understood
finally...
breathing...
taking this suit off...
I love my armor, served me well
donned in the age of Yore, battling
black pits of hell, chinks you see
strips, these the case may be
are but from finding me...
Shining, bright Magic flows from it
warding off danger
I took trips fraught with angles
dot and blotted along the way
pierced by dragons in lairs.
The armor strengthened...
living the life of the court, alone
walking fares, still intent upon joys
And the days came, harkened
upon my hole of years
where tales vines grabbed hold
purposed and clear, battles change
no longer fit, so heavy-strange-that
winds of change can show us this
hang my suit up, enshrined drying
It's scars left, reminding, lest we forget
My bear skin stretches across a rock
looking out over the valley
embraced by the woods, naked
harmonized nature and battles understood
