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Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd July 2016 7:46pm
WINNER
brokentitanium (k.)
brokentitanium (k.)
RUNNER-UP:
dejure
SONNET SLAM 2 - Anything Goes
Poetry Contest Description
Write an English (Elizabethan, Shakespearean..) Sonnet about... whatever!
I have planned this for a while and now that I have some free time at work over the next two weeks, I can finally host it the way I wanted to host the last one, more deeply involved on a daily basis
– and no controversy this time, get as dirty as you want, no judgement.
It will start with the extreme content warning and my first example - which this time I will label as “example" - will be of the extreme variety.
Jade-Pandora, who proved such a help in the first Slam, has agreed to help with the hosting and to be my co-judge...
Guidelines:
These will be English sonnets – no experience with the Italian version –
14 lines in iambic pentameter
(5 two syllable “iams” a unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable –
Think the sound of counting “1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2”)
3 quatrains and a couplet.
The rhyme scheme is:
A
B
A
B
C
D
C
D
E
F
E
F
G
G
If all that seems confusing, we are here to help:
Traditionally the first quatrain should set the stage, the second quatrain should embellish the first, the ninth line – the Volta – should send the poem in an unexpected direction playing off the expectations set in the first two quatrains – which is then illuminated in the third and resolved in how all revealed in the poem will be carried forward after the poem ends with its closing couplet.
BUT SCREW THAT!
I just want a great poem in sonnet form – let’s call them “Post Modern” sonnets. So get your poetic juices, or any other juices you want, flowing.
• Two weeks
• Three entries
• New or old writes
• Note us your questions
• Respect
There will be a podium, so the better three poets will be acknowledged.
Restrictions are: no forced sex, no pedophilia, no hate/ bashing.
So “almost” anything goes.
Have fun; I look forward to your writes!
geoff
– and no controversy this time, get as dirty as you want, no judgement.
It will start with the extreme content warning and my first example - which this time I will label as “example" - will be of the extreme variety.
Jade-Pandora, who proved such a help in the first Slam, has agreed to help with the hosting and to be my co-judge...
Guidelines:
These will be English sonnets – no experience with the Italian version –
14 lines in iambic pentameter
(5 two syllable “iams” a unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable –
Think the sound of counting “1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2”)
3 quatrains and a couplet.
The rhyme scheme is:
A
B
A
B
C
D
C
D
E
F
E
F
G
G
If all that seems confusing, we are here to help:
Traditionally the first quatrain should set the stage, the second quatrain should embellish the first, the ninth line – the Volta – should send the poem in an unexpected direction playing off the expectations set in the first two quatrains – which is then illuminated in the third and resolved in how all revealed in the poem will be carried forward after the poem ends with its closing couplet.
BUT SCREW THAT!
I just want a great poem in sonnet form – let’s call them “Post Modern” sonnets. So get your poetic juices, or any other juices you want, flowing.
• Two weeks
• Three entries
• New or old writes
• Note us your questions
• Respect
There will be a podium, so the better three poets will be acknowledged.
Restrictions are: no forced sex, no pedophilia, no hate/ bashing.
So “almost” anything goes.
Have fun; I look forward to your writes!
geoff
BOUND
(a sonnet example)
Face down, feels leather cool on naked flesh
Exquisite pain as his new piercings rub
Arms bound to table legs in leather mesh
Legs tied, spread wide, the mistress’ willing sub
She bound then left, his view, a dark-stained floor
His mind of what’s to come increases need
A hole designed for swell now showing more
With click of metaled heels, all thoughts recede
She stands so only pointed toes are shown
He feels a stroking glove caress his back
Then leather’s crack, the sweetest sting he’s known
So stroke and strap continues love’s attack
With press and thrust, his preen spreads for her tool
With thrust and pull, his queen begins her rule
(a sonnet example)
Face down, feels leather cool on naked flesh
Exquisite pain as his new piercings rub
Arms bound to table legs in leather mesh
Legs tied, spread wide, the mistress’ willing sub
She bound then left, his view, a dark-stained floor
His mind of what’s to come increases need
A hole designed for swell now showing more
With click of metaled heels, all thoughts recede
She stands so only pointed toes are shown
He feels a stroking glove caress his back
Then leather’s crack, the sweetest sting he’s known
So stroke and strap continues love’s attack
With press and thrust, his preen spreads for her tool
With thrust and pull, his queen begins her rule
( a sonnet EXAMPLE of mine for participants of the SLAM )
ALICE REVISITED
( an English fantasy sonnet )
I close my eyes to rest; there's tapestry,
With paisley swirls: wine, mustard, blue & jade.
A glorious ballet of pageantry
To enter in and join the muse parade.
I see the world within as I sink down,
Like Alice in her fall to Wonderland.
A flashing, shining teacup ride with sound,
Accompanied by players in a band.
The time I spend, like Alice, gives me pause,
To speculate just why I'm where I'm at.
But need I question the effect & cause;
I'll simply sit and grin at Cheshire Cat.
I'll have tea with Red Queen and sip my cup,
And wait with rabbit till we both wake up.
ALICE REVISITED
( an English fantasy sonnet )
I close my eyes to rest; there's tapestry,
With paisley swirls: wine, mustard, blue & jade.
A glorious ballet of pageantry
To enter in and join the muse parade.
I see the world within as I sink down,
Like Alice in her fall to Wonderland.
A flashing, shining teacup ride with sound,
Accompanied by players in a band.
The time I spend, like Alice, gives me pause,
To speculate just why I'm where I'm at.
But need I question the effect & cause;
I'll simply sit and grin at Cheshire Cat.
I'll have tea with Red Queen and sip my cup,
And wait with rabbit till we both wake up.
WITH HIS HOT ROOMMATE
Rod came home and heard the sound of running
Water coming from inside the bathroom
Which made him look inside before seeing
Rose fingering herself inside that room.
That was before she looked at Rod like she
Was about to ask, "Well? Why are you still
Standing there instead of truly fucking me
Because you can... and know that you so will?"
Sure enough, that look had done the trick for
Rod got himself naked and stepped into
That shower to fuck hard the pussy or
The ass while sucking on her sweet tits, too.
After that, he saw that it was first rate
The pleasure he had with his hot roommate.
Rod came home and heard the sound of running
Water coming from inside the bathroom
Which made him look inside before seeing
Rose fingering herself inside that room.
That was before she looked at Rod like she
Was about to ask, "Well? Why are you still
Standing there instead of truly fucking me
Because you can... and know that you so will?"
Sure enough, that look had done the trick for
Rod got himself naked and stepped into
That shower to fuck hard the pussy or
The ass while sucking on her sweet tits, too.
After that, he saw that it was first rate
The pleasure he had with his hot roommate.
a love sonnet
the sun might refuse to rise tomorrow
she knows she will lose to your shining face
oh! it blinds me and burns all my sorrow
the heat melting me flashing through your lace
night sky is darker than the yesterday
young stars weren't allowed to see us tonight
stars were too young to see our adult play
so clouds put up a screen between their light
our naughty thoughts are floating 'round the room
just grab a random one and show to me
let's turn this into an erotic bloom
let me start with a soft kiss on your knee
I'll hold you close in my arms till morning
to smirk at the sun while you are sleeping
the sun might refuse to rise tomorrow
she knows she will lose to your shining face
oh! it blinds me and burns all my sorrow
the heat melting me flashing through your lace
night sky is darker than the yesterday
young stars weren't allowed to see us tonight
stars were too young to see our adult play
so clouds put up a screen between their light
our naughty thoughts are floating 'round the room
just grab a random one and show to me
let's turn this into an erotic bloom
let me start with a soft kiss on your knee
I'll hold you close in my arms till morning
to smirk at the sun while you are sleeping
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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My red high heels
Turning the lights off, no colors to see
it’s a disaster, a foolish cave,
sharp rocks, not easy to use my glazed key
please don’t dazzle me, darkness makes me rave.
Turning the lights on, my age will appear
my deep scar next to my left eye, a dove,
reaching my dead orgasms’ s atmosphere
a howl dying before my time to love.
I wish there was no light, no dark to dig,
the stars I believe in aren’t enough now
I look at my hand my dick’s shape, a wing,
showing me, I need to grow up somehow.
Don’t let me fall down from my red high heels
let me describe you, how loneliness feels.
Turning the lights off, no colors to see
it’s a disaster, a foolish cave,
sharp rocks, not easy to use my glazed key
please don’t dazzle me, darkness makes me rave.
Turning the lights on, my age will appear
my deep scar next to my left eye, a dove,
reaching my dead orgasms’ s atmosphere
a howl dying before my time to love.
I wish there was no light, no dark to dig,
the stars I believe in aren’t enough now
I look at my hand my dick’s shape, a wing,
showing me, I need to grow up somehow.
Don’t let me fall down from my red high heels
let me describe you, how loneliness feels.
I used this site for syllabus count... Just if it could be of any help, I leave it here.Not easy to count syllabus if english is not your mother tongue... 
http://www.syllablecount.com/
http://www.syllablecount.com/
