Wed May 16, 2012, 6:51 AM
This is the feature of winners and participantsof the "First real contest" by The contest entries had to be poems written in one of these four forms: acrostic haiku glosa diciotto sonnet petit 1st place by me!
Death of Cu ChulainnStill your hand holds a sword Still enemies shiver Still death didn't take hold Your blood is a river Still in your veins it flows And burns like a fever But now your brave heart slows Though standing you remain Like avaiting more blows So a hero is slain Belt keeps you on your feet Tied to stone with blood-stain Soon you'll your father meet After a raven lands And your heart stops to beat Though saying farewell to mortal lands True warrior does not bow, but stands I guess I don't have to feature something from my gallery, because if you read this journal, you are probably watching me, but I'll feature my other entries for this contest, because I didn't really think this one was the best from them, I'm not that content with it
Little Prince Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back. I met a boy. He wanted a sheep. He gave me the gift of laughing stars. I promised him I will not weep: that secret will stay forever ours... I met a boy. He owned a rose. She's on his planet - very far. I watch it every night - he knows... And so, if you by chance are close to the place where his footprints are - Wait for a time, exactly under the star.Then he will teach you how to see - Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. with your heart and not with you eyes, how moody some flowers can be, and how you should establish ties. So prepare to be a little tamed, just like it happened once to me. And if you cry - he can't be blamed: that's what comes
Dream about wakingNo dreams were hurt during this poem's making Just illusions laid bare to very bones No dreams were shattered with the violent waking Just those that rang with false and selfish tones Like tree sheds leaves with every coming autumn So soul will bare before the northern wind And when false dreams fall to the very bottom Then new ones can sprout like the leaves in spring Illusions are shaking - a dream about waking
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight Stay true to your word In the code of chivalry ide to meet your fate R E A P I N ame of the green knight G At New Year in Green Chapel aits beheader's axe W Ind peaks of mountains L D S E A In search of it you will pass obody will write N Obout your journey V E L L A Never will you tell, for at awn you will pay your D Eo the challenger... B T Howering above your neck ternal sleep, life's E N D I N irdle as token: G Righteous knight is still human Even you can try Evade death for honour's price ow you bear a scar on your N E C ing welcomes you back K No shame can the ruler find n deeds of his knight I N S P I R I N allantry and pure G Heart: now all will wear green sash -oken of T 2nd place from More from ~ 135711cal:
Beauty and the BeastBeauty and the Beast In the days just after Arthur Lived a maiden passing fair With a beauty like the lily And gold dust in her hair. An the prince who ruled the land Full of over bearing pride Sent his knight a questing for her So that she would be his bride. It did not take long to find her For the rumors blaring force Like a river broad and mighty Can be traced right to its source. And beauty beyond beauty As you may surmise Is seen in every aspect; The lips, the hair, the eyes, The gently flowing curves, The turn of hand, and cheek, In waist, hips, knees, and ankles, The voice with which they speak. Per
NebulaSwirling clouds of colored gas left over from the distant past when planets formed and stars were born on that far galactic morn'. Or maybe on the distant past some star blew off a bunch of gas and they are star farts 3rd place by
Teddy BearTeddy Bear 17-04-12 Together tonight; Every boy and every girl Desires a hug. e a Dead to the world, yet Your child believes I'm alive; Babies are precious. a r Ending today I Ask; you ready for tonight? Ready to believe. More from ` MagicalJoey:
Concerning DreamsConcerning Dreams 18-04-12 Mind's imagination Is running free and true. There's no intermission; There's only me and you. Dreams are for all mankind, Imagination too, Don't leave your dreams behind When you've grown up and out; Fairies flit around shrines, In dreams to talk about. We travel to the land Where all whispers are shouts, And old Nod lends a hand, To teach us one and all; Dreams are for every man. Dare to imagine who you'll be, or Be aware your dreams will take the fall.
BeautyBeauty 18-04-12 I wished I could be beautiful for you, But beauty's in the eyes of those who see; Though to a fault I'm faithful through and through, I'm not what one could call a frail beauty. I've eyes of blue, but hair that's bitter brown, A pallor to my skin the sun can't cure. My forehead's wrinkled from a worried frown, I'm like a wobbly elephant, unsure. I once thought you kind; now you're out of mind.
Restoring an Angel Restoring an Angel 7-01-11 Many Angels and Demons walk the Earth in human form; I've met more Demons than Angels on my journey, So I know how to tell them apart
mostly. You are an Angel. Right now your wings may be broken and losing feathers, They may be damaged and dangling useless at your side. Yet, despite that, your light still shines through; It's in your eyes, your smile, Your very character. Despite your turmoil, torture and pain, You still have this inner glow that shines clearly; A beacon of hope in a hopeless world. One day your wings will be healed; Feathers will be replaced, What's broken will be fixed. They
Fairies DanceFairies Dance 23-04-12 "The music is the wind that blows while fairies spin on bare tiptoes, and fireflies jewel up the night reflecting fairies in their light." (Dancing Fairies (Children):- C.J. Heck) Flitting in on gossamer wings That blink underneath the mourning moon, Dancing as the crickets sing; Morning sneaks up all too soon. Watch them flit and flutter by As the Weeping Willow grows. See them dance like dragon flies, Hear twinkles in the dead-night sky; Prancing in their summer shows - The music is the wind that blows. 'Round the toadstools they circle, bright, Waiting for the moon's bright rays. They'll dance an
For a WarriorFor a Warrior 17-04-12 The child born from blood, And from its mother torn, Learns, face pressed in the mud, The pain of being born. The child that grows up strong, Will, each and every morn, Find a place to belong In this world oh so cruel. The world can't be so wrong That mother's milk is fuel For a nation to war And a family to duel. So listen to the caw; I conquered and then came. I went through and I saw; When one must fight through a world of pain, One will find the strength to fight again. Honorable Mentions
Pages of a Ruse"On a cobweb afternoon, in a room full of emptiness. By a freeway, I confess I was lost in the pages. Of a book full of death, reading how we'll die alone. And if we're good, we'll lay to rest, anywhere we want to go." Betwixt infinity and limitations lies my longing for answers. Troublesome dreams haunt me about the living and the dead. Infinitesimal notions deciphering life's little pleasures. Dare I dream that maybe living is a figment from my head? Betwixt the times of loving you and the time I lost to yearning. You haunted me in ways that dreams never could. I find myself pacing and my heart racing from learning.
Shades of RedCrimson to burgundy: at your dried blood I stare. I see dismal beauty. Tickled by April air, and your writ will that casts Cursive vines in despair. A year quickly flies past, I drink on, verily; I've yet to taste my last. Flame to mahogany: In my tub's my red slaw. Still here. Next: good brandy. Last night again I saw, you shot again by wild, she drags your smell by paw. You had fathered her child, leaving me with the wild.
Glue Worn AwayGracefully fading- Like a photograph in time, Uncolored with age N D O N Endings resemble What once were the beginnings: Ongoing circuit R D E Reminders linger- Never to be found, but beg Always to be known. S T R E Wishes with feathers Anchored by reality Yearn, but yet, fade Other participating entries:
Relationship - An Acrostic HaikuReach into your heart Engaged, I will marry you Let go of your life l a m Ask for permission Try not to fight anymore Ignore what she said n c o g n i t Ordinary night No, nothing lasts forever Seems so short, this life e l f i s Have you had enough? I feel it's time to move on Please. Don't call me back.
One's Own Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead [A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow] She stood facing brok'n mirrors Brok'n up like her core within Trying to see herself clearer She wipes off fog with a napkin They ready-mapped her world for her She is their 'scape-goat, their pennant Before it starts it is over Her dreams burn and ashes scatter She is a plummeting buoyant Trust no Future, howe'e
The Secret City LoversThe Secret City Lovers Under the softly dying autumn wings April leaves fell like tears the gentle treads of rain bruise tempering the sky Crushed pink light fled across the ground falling on damp cigarettes echoing their shadows without sound the press of lips inhaling smoke regrets. The hushed city sleeps restless harbouring its lonely heart strings quiet ghosts of distress trembling to confess their melancholy whispered things unwrapping secrets to the ears of kings. Passersby stuff their moth-eaten coats with grief filling their warm pockets with blue gloom hoping furtively for a light-fingered thief to deftly lift thos
Rush HourRush hour, rushing to you. Through shadows and strangers. Wondering if it's true. Fearing not the dangers. But longing for your touch. Asking God for favors. Drive fast, it's just too much. It must be in my head. You know you told me such. I'm home and there's our bed. Who is that lying there? I think you should be dead. I grab them by the hair. Why do you cherish strife!? Your sins he now shall bear. Such a shame, you were my cherished wife. You ended my soul, I took your life...