Poetry competition CLOSED 16th June 2017 12:31pm
WINNER
Grace (IDryad)
Grace (IDryad)
The Moment My Eyes Went Wide
Give an example of your favorite, soul, won't you? I'd love to find out what it is and how your treatment of it goes. Honesty. I'd love to read your version of this competition's theme, cause I'm considering entering something. Thanks! :D
Jade-Pandora said:Give an example of your favorite, soul, won't you? I'd love to find out what it is and how your treatment of it goes. Honesty. I'd love to read your version of this competition's theme, cause I'm considering entering something. Thanks! :D
Unfortunately I am in time constraints for show N tell...
To clarify a little better I am looking for a favorite folklore or tale (of any origin) of Yours...the one that first had You fascinated....turn these tales into Your own Poem or representation ...hope that helps a bit :)
Unfortunately I am in time constraints for show N tell...
To clarify a little better I am looking for a favorite folklore or tale (of any origin) of Yours...the one that first had You fascinated....turn these tales into Your own Poem or representation ...hope that helps a bit :)
souladareatease said:
Unfortunately I am in time constraints for show N tell...
To clarify a little better I am looking for a favorite folklore or tale (of any origin) of Yours...the one that first had You fascinated....turn these tales into Your own Poem or representation ...hope that helps a bit :)
Well I already knew what you meant, and thanks for that. Didn't mean to put you out. There are hosts who will usually have a piece of their own which is always interesting to see how the theme they've chosen moves them. I've done that as well. I just thought you might've wanted to give possible entrants a peek into that part of you.
Unfortunately I am in time constraints for show N tell...
To clarify a little better I am looking for a favorite folklore or tale (of any origin) of Yours...the one that first had You fascinated....turn these tales into Your own Poem or representation ...hope that helps a bit :)
Well I already knew what you meant, and thanks for that. Didn't mean to put you out. There are hosts who will usually have a piece of their own which is always interesting to see how the theme they've chosen moves them. I've done that as well. I just thought you might've wanted to give possible entrants a peek into that part of you.
Mocking Disabled Animals
Three blind mice. Three blind mice.
Ok so far, but why point them out
See how they run. See how they run.
We are taking the piss out of disabled rodents
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
How could they; they’re blind!
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
So the punishment for being chased is decapitation
Did you ever see such a sight in your life, as three blind mice?
Again an encouragement to mock disabled animals
If three blind mice is ok, how about:
3 deaf cats, 3 deaf cats
Hear how they meow, hear how they meow
They stared at the singing farmer’s wife
She poked out their eyes with a hunting knife
She’s now facing a sentence of 20 to life
For 3 deaf cats
3 mute rats, 3 mute rats
Hear how they squeak, hear how they squeak
They all gave fright to the farmer’s wife
She used a gun not a butchers knife
She sent them all to the afterlife
3 mute rats
3 rabid dogs, 3 rabid dogs
See how they snarl. See how they snarl
They all ran after the farmer’s wife
They ripped out her throat and took her life
The farmer is happy he gets a new wife
From 3 rabid dogs
Inspired by: illustrated children's book by John W. Ivimey entitled The Complete Version of Ye Three Blind Mice
Three blind mice. Three blind mice.
Ok so far, but why point them out
See how they run. See how they run.
We are taking the piss out of disabled rodents
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
How could they; they’re blind!
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
So the punishment for being chased is decapitation
Did you ever see such a sight in your life, as three blind mice?
Again an encouragement to mock disabled animals
If three blind mice is ok, how about:
3 deaf cats, 3 deaf cats
Hear how they meow, hear how they meow
They stared at the singing farmer’s wife
She poked out their eyes with a hunting knife
She’s now facing a sentence of 20 to life
For 3 deaf cats
3 mute rats, 3 mute rats
Hear how they squeak, hear how they squeak
They all gave fright to the farmer’s wife
She used a gun not a butchers knife
She sent them all to the afterlife
3 mute rats
3 rabid dogs, 3 rabid dogs
See how they snarl. See how they snarl
They all ran after the farmer’s wife
They ripped out her throat and took her life
The farmer is happy he gets a new wife
From 3 rabid dogs
Inspired by: illustrated children's book by John W. Ivimey entitled The Complete Version of Ye Three Blind Mice
The original poem:===The Owl and the Pussycat
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are."
Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?"
Said the Piggy, "I will"
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon
This is a poem by Edward Lear 1812-1888 an English poet renowned for nonsense verse and limericks
I take this story as an account of the elopement of a mismatched couple whose families disapprove of the union. The poem relates their sexual adventures ending in them settling down.
My poem starts with a brief back story.
He was known as the Owl
Because at night he would prowl
Where the girls came to dance
Hoping to get a chance.
A well bred beauty came one night
Danced with the Owl; to his delight
She purred at his embrace
He called her 'Pussy' to her face
She took him home but to her horror
Her father insisted on another suitor,
This character she could not abide
Certainly not to be his bride
After many weeks of pleading
Her parents insisted on her wedding
She must find a way to escape
The Owl got her out of the scrape
They eloped in his boat
Out to sea to float
' My beautiful Pussy come into my arms
May explore your feminine charms'
'Owl you sing so sweetly,
You can take me completely
I yearn for you to enter
The passage to my centre'
No need for their marriage
The boat was their carriage
The bunk for their bed
Daily her legs spread.
They sailed til they reached the glade
Where Owl's hippy friends stayed
A notice that said 'to rent'
'A home at last if only a tent'
They dined on meusli and brown rice
Nuts and fruit, all very nice
Danced naked in moonlight
Continuously for all of the night.
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are."
Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?"
Said the Piggy, "I will"
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon
This is a poem by Edward Lear 1812-1888 an English poet renowned for nonsense verse and limericks
I take this story as an account of the elopement of a mismatched couple whose families disapprove of the union. The poem relates their sexual adventures ending in them settling down.
My poem starts with a brief back story.
He was known as the Owl
Because at night he would prowl
Where the girls came to dance
Hoping to get a chance.
A well bred beauty came one night
Danced with the Owl; to his delight
She purred at his embrace
He called her 'Pussy' to her face
She took him home but to her horror
Her father insisted on another suitor,
This character she could not abide
Certainly not to be his bride
After many weeks of pleading
Her parents insisted on her wedding
She must find a way to escape
The Owl got her out of the scrape
They eloped in his boat
Out to sea to float
' My beautiful Pussy come into my arms
May explore your feminine charms'
'Owl you sing so sweetly,
You can take me completely
I yearn for you to enter
The passage to my centre'
No need for their marriage
The boat was their carriage
The bunk for their bed
Daily her legs spread.
They sailed til they reached the glade
Where Owl's hippy friends stayed
A notice that said 'to rent'
'A home at last if only a tent'
They dined on meusli and brown rice
Nuts and fruit, all very nice
Danced naked in moonlight
Continuously for all of the night.
http://i1290.photobucket.com/albums/b536/1willybugger/gingerbread%20man_zps5t50dy5x.jpg
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?
What does the FOX say?
He says a lot!
Just ask the Gingerbread Man
That is if you can find
Any of his crumbs to address
Even though the FOX
Lied to the Gingerbread Man
Promising to let him
Ride on his back across a river
Tricking him only to eat him
Thousands of Americans today
Listen and believe the FOX’S
Every lying word, in the end
Like the Gingerbread Man
They’ll be betrayed by,
That lying scarlet scavenger
So my fellow poets
No matter what
The FOX says
Don’t believe a word
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?
What does the FOX say?
He says a lot!
Just ask the Gingerbread Man
That is if you can find
Any of his crumbs to address
Even though the FOX
Lied to the Gingerbread Man
Promising to let him
Ride on his back across a river
Tricking him only to eat him
Thousands of Americans today
Listen and believe the FOX’S
Every lying word, in the end
Like the Gingerbread Man
They’ll be betrayed by,
That lying scarlet scavenger
So my fellow poets
No matter what
The FOX says
Don’t believe a word
Anonymous
If you're heading that way..
How is it you plan
on return
with no white horse
to bring you down
the Atlantic
me, I lost mine
fighting Orange-men
On the banks of he Boyne
fell off
hit the ground
watched it buckle
then drown
with the wounds
of seventeen swords
in its belly
so, tell me
is there another way
'cos my legs stiffen
and my hair
is more grey than gold
[ fairly odd take on Tir na Nog, a tale from the Emerald]
How is it you plan
on return
with no white horse
to bring you down
the Atlantic
me, I lost mine
fighting Orange-men
On the banks of he Boyne
fell off
hit the ground
watched it buckle
then drown
with the wounds
of seventeen swords
in its belly
so, tell me
is there another way
'cos my legs stiffen
and my hair
is more grey than gold
[ fairly odd take on Tir na Nog, a tale from the Emerald]
The Other David and Goliath
Goliath, the paranoid dyslexic ephelant
Was stomping through the forest one day,
Taking a stroll down the trail in the woods,
Minding his business going about his way.
But in that spaced out peanut brain of his,
He did not notice an anthill in the road,
He stepped on it not becoming aware of,
The destruction he had just bestowed.
An army of ants came out of the flattened hill,
Mad as hell screaming "let’s to war”
He had destroyed their home and didn’t notice,
It’s time for payback like never before.
So the next morning all the ants,
Climbed up the branches in the trees,
Waiting for Goliath to walk down the path,
To jump him and bring him down to his knees.
And sure enough Goliath came strolling,
Unaware of the danger waiting ahead,
An army of homeless angry ants,
Was about to drop an elephant dead.
And so they all jumped on his back,
Flying through the air like the 101st division,
Punching and kicking with all they had,
Sure that they would accomplish their mission.
But Goliath started wiping them off,
With his trunk like he didn’t care,
And all the little ants started falling off,
Plunging to the ground falling in despair.
And the ants knew they were defeated,
Lying down beaten on the forest ground,
Suddenly they all noticed one little ant,
Hanging on to Goliath’s neck still not down.
And they all noticed, it was David,
The smallest puniest ant in the hill,
Almost unconscious, holding on for dear life,
And it gave them all hope and chills.
The ants started screaming “choke him,
Squeeze him with all your might,
We believe in you David, you can do it,
Wake up and don’t give up the fight.”
And David rose to the occasion,
Summoning all the strength he could,
Strangling the giant with his hands,
Believing that he could (and he would).
Goliath started to feel a little jab,
Somewhere on his neck he couldn’t reach,
And started panicking running now,
It was David stuck to him like a leech.
In his panic Goliath kept looking back,
Not noticing a tree branch ahead,
Running down as fast he could,
Not paying attention hitting his head.
He got dazed and dizzy knocking himself out,
Out cold falling to the ground,
It didn’t matter how, but he did it,
David had brought the giant down.
Goliath, the paranoid dyslexic ephelant
Was stomping through the forest one day,
Taking a stroll down the trail in the woods,
Minding his business going about his way.
But in that spaced out peanut brain of his,
He did not notice an anthill in the road,
He stepped on it not becoming aware of,
The destruction he had just bestowed.
An army of ants came out of the flattened hill,
Mad as hell screaming "let’s to war”
He had destroyed their home and didn’t notice,
It’s time for payback like never before.
So the next morning all the ants,
Climbed up the branches in the trees,
Waiting for Goliath to walk down the path,
To jump him and bring him down to his knees.
And sure enough Goliath came strolling,
Unaware of the danger waiting ahead,
An army of homeless angry ants,
Was about to drop an elephant dead.
And so they all jumped on his back,
Flying through the air like the 101st division,
Punching and kicking with all they had,
Sure that they would accomplish their mission.
But Goliath started wiping them off,
With his trunk like he didn’t care,
And all the little ants started falling off,
Plunging to the ground falling in despair.
And the ants knew they were defeated,
Lying down beaten on the forest ground,
Suddenly they all noticed one little ant,
Hanging on to Goliath’s neck still not down.
And they all noticed, it was David,
The smallest puniest ant in the hill,
Almost unconscious, holding on for dear life,
And it gave them all hope and chills.
The ants started screaming “choke him,
Squeeze him with all your might,
We believe in you David, you can do it,
Wake up and don’t give up the fight.”
And David rose to the occasion,
Summoning all the strength he could,
Strangling the giant with his hands,
Believing that he could (and he would).
Goliath started to feel a little jab,
Somewhere on his neck he couldn’t reach,
And started panicking running now,
It was David stuck to him like a leech.
In his panic Goliath kept looking back,
Not noticing a tree branch ahead,
Running down as fast he could,
Not paying attention hitting his head.
He got dazed and dizzy knocking himself out,
Out cold falling to the ground,
It didn’t matter how, but he did it,
David had brought the giant down.
Go ahead
Inspect my mind
It's stood against
The test of time
& now i look back
& press rewind
•
This is a rhyme
Festival
& if you don't
Like it?
You can suck
On my testicle
•
Topic at hand? Hmm
It's a
Straight steel pipe
That's
Not gonna bend
Fucking
Hop in the van:D
You get
Scrambled like
An egg dropped
In the pan
•
I'm knocking
On wood
If you need a
Ride you can
Hop on the hood
•
And hang on tight
I love karaoke
I can sing all night
•
I'm like a dog
Biting a bone
I shadow box
Yes I'm
Fighting alone
It's not exciting
At home
Thinking of words
So I'm
Writing a poem:D
•
Nope. No topic
This is a rant
Being awkward
Isn't apparent
If this is a download?
It isn't a torrent
•
It's a fucking
Different file
Life isn't worth
Living
Unless you
Give a smile:)
•
The point?
I tend to miss
So
Here's some
Tenderness<3
Bite me,
Even though
You're venomous
By: © Mike Stewart 2017 all rights reserved.
Inspect my mind
It's stood against
The test of time
& now i look back
& press rewind
•
This is a rhyme
Festival
& if you don't
Like it?
You can suck
On my testicle
•
Topic at hand? Hmm
It's a
Straight steel pipe
That's
Not gonna bend
Fucking
Hop in the van:D
You get
Scrambled like
An egg dropped
In the pan
•
I'm knocking
On wood
If you need a
Ride you can
Hop on the hood
•
And hang on tight
I love karaoke
I can sing all night
•
I'm like a dog
Biting a bone
I shadow box
Yes I'm
Fighting alone
It's not exciting
At home
Thinking of words
So I'm
Writing a poem:D
•
Nope. No topic
This is a rant
Being awkward
Isn't apparent
If this is a download?
It isn't a torrent
•
It's a fucking
Different file
Life isn't worth
Living
Unless you
Give a smile:)
•
The point?
I tend to miss
So
Here's some
Tenderness<3
Bite me,
Even though
You're venomous
By: © Mike Stewart 2017 all rights reserved.
Once A Long Time Ago
a god and goddess
had a child
fair of face
came a famine
a sacrifice was needed
by mother nature
or a tribe goes extinct
so they sacrificed their child
cutting her to pieces
strewing her remains
on the cleared hills
with incantations and chants
out sprouted food plants
and the land was good again
paddy, potatoes, tapioca
now land of plenty
cannibalism's highest order.
http://www.flyingdusun.com/004_Features/010_Kaamatan02.htm
a god and goddess
had a child
fair of face
came a famine
a sacrifice was needed
by mother nature
or a tribe goes extinct
so they sacrificed their child
cutting her to pieces
strewing her remains
on the cleared hills
with incantations and chants
out sprouted food plants
and the land was good again
paddy, potatoes, tapioca
now land of plenty
cannibalism's highest order.
http://www.flyingdusun.com/004_Features/010_Kaamatan02.htm
