Post by Andorinha on Feb 13, 2009 10:47:30 GMT -6
OCTOBER 2003 POETRY CONTEST
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From: rivers
Sent: 10/8/2003 10:44 PM
Tomorrow finally is here and so is the October Contest this should be great. Before I post the new topic I want to thank Majah for the poem.(you win this time just write anything) (oops did I say that out loud) Please read the hey what up/September entries and cast a vote for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. Okay the new topic in keeping with the seasons is you guessed it " Scary places and Scary Monsters" as thes things usually go together it should be a snap. I feel like I was too restrictive with the last topic so this one is wide open. All I want is for you to use alliteration once in the poem.(Alliteration- the repetition of the same or similar sounds at the beginning of words) I like to at least try and do one poetic form for each contest.Please write early and often I will announce the winner on the15th of each month from the previous so vote away please you have a week.
Slipping through Cirith Ungol in the dead of night
sat on a thorn and caught the white light
Kill that spider, Kill that spider
c-i-l-l that spider
Saturday Night live fans may recognize this adaptation of an Eddie Murphy classic. Express yourself and share your feelings with us and please scare the heck out me I always liked scary movies and books.
Thanx Rivers
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From: sparrow
Sent: 10/17/2003 3:16 PM
It is already the 17th, and where are all the entries? I am working on mine! This topic coordinates nicely with the art contest, so the multi-talented could produce entries for each!
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Sent: 10/21/2003 12:26 AM
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From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/21/2003 2:28 AM
Living Death
Living once we were alive
Now we see through different eyes
Anger, Power and the Fist
To die too soon would be our wish
The pain we feel lingers on
The Hate, the Hurt and more beyond
The Rings he gave us took our minds
It took our souls and made us blind
But it gave us the power to hate and kill
Slay the innocent at will
and lust for power that ends up where?
buckled knees at his chair
With cold black eyes we heed his call
Swords drawn and no care at all
The Ring calls us we cannot bend
But wish for death before the end
The Nazgul screech means just one thing
the agony that makes HIM sing
And tears?? We know not what they are
We heard they were a shinning star
that once a man may look upon
and see what has come and gone
but in this demon seed is set
a wretched heart and Demons threat
my Dark Lords throne alone is set
within my heart and in my breath
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From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 10/22/2003 10:24 AM
I was still not sure just what alliteration was so I found a couple of samples it and thought I would share them with you.
Quinella Quist quite quickly quelled the quarreling quartet.
Randy Rathbone wrapped a rather rare red rabbit.
Shelly Sherman shivered in a sheer, short, shirt.
Stormrider
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Sent: 10/23/2003 1:19 PM
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From: MSN NicknameDesi_Baggins1
Sent: 10/23/2003 1:24 PM
Nine Nastly Nazgûl
In Bag End Black Riders beg for Baggins
Frightening figures follow the ferry
Busting in Bree, bantering Bill Ferny
On Weathertop Wraiths reach the Ring
Then flight to the ford where the figures fall
Winged they wander-watching, waiting,
missing the mission in Mordor's Mount Doom.
By Desi Baggins
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From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/23/2003 5:26 PM
In my poem: the Hate, the Hurt is alliteration, but there was no direction about how often it needed to be repeated. Perhaps we need clarification on this? Is there any official conscensus on how many times a sound needs to repeat to be considered alliteration? This is indeed an interesting way to do poetry, as we learn even by one little rule. Kudos to Rivers for thinking of it. I especially liked that this month he limited it to only one rule, as the muse may get confused by too many.
Fang
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From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 10/23/2003 8:16 PM
Well, Fang, Rivers said that we only needed to add one line of alliteration to our poems. I do not know how many words in the line have to have the same consonant sound. That is a good question!
I think using alliteration for this month's Halloween Evil persona, place, or thing topic is an excellent idea! I second the kudos to Rivers for thinking of it!
Stormrider
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From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/23/2003 9:47 PM
Easy enough to change the line to the Hate, the Hurt, the Hell beyond. That is if three alliterations is sufficient.
Fang
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Message 11 of 22 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/23/2003 9:49 PM
Now that I think of it, I like the improvement.
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From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/24/2003 7:37 PM
SORRY, BUT I HAD TO CHANGE TWO WORDS I REALLY FEEL AFFECTED THE POEM.........OF COURSE I KNOW YOU CAN ONLY VOTE ON THE ORIGINAL ONE, BUT IT BOTHERED ME SO MUCH I HAD TO CHANGE IT.
LIVING HELL
Living once we were alive
Now we see through different eyes
Anger, Power and the Fist
To die too soon would be our wish
The pain we feel lingers on
The Hate, the Hurt and Hell beyond
The Rings he gave us took our minds
It took our souls and made us blind
But it gave us the power to hate and kill
Slay the innocent at will
and lust for power that ends up where?
buckled knees at his chair
With cold black eyes we heed his call
Swords drawn and no care at all
The Ring calls us we cannot bend
But wish for death before the end
The Nazgul screech means just one thing
the agony that makes HIM sing
And tears?? We know not what they are
We heard they were a shinning star
that once a man may look upon
and see what has come and gone
but in this demon seed is set
a wretched heart and Demons threat
my Dark Lords throne alone is kept
within my heart and in my breath
10/03
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Message 13 of 22 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 10/28/2003 5:20 PM
The One Ring
There is a golden Ring
Charading as a trivial thing.
Beware! Should it catch your eye,
'Twil be impossible to pass by!
Beautiful, Brilliant, Binding Band
Woven into its very thread
Is a shroud of ominous dread.
Into its very depths was wrought
The power of its Creator's thought.
Handsome, Heavy, Haunting Halo
"Twas forged from its Maker's very essence
And infused with envy, wrath, and malicious presence.
A deceptive plan to manipulate
With the skill to dominate.
Obsessive, Opulent, Ominous Orb
A fiery message in Elvish script appears
When heated by the coals.
The foul tongue of the Land of Shadow
Reveals the Ring's goals.
Small, Shiny, Sinister Sphere
In battle under terrific pressure
The Master lost his precious treasure.
His Body and Spirit escaped
And never again took visible shape.
Priceless, Powerful, Precious Prize
Cut from Its Master's cruel hand
And summoned by his command,
Latching onto unsuspecting bearers,
It set out to return to its Master.
Twinkling, Tantalizing, Torturing Trinket
Twisting its way into their heart
And from it there was no wish to part.
Subtly entwining itself into the soul
Causing them to forget the goal.
Glittering, Gorgeous, Governing Globe
On the Edge of the Cracks of Doom
It unleashed it's final tune.
One final play to return to the Master
And side step this near disaster.
Charming, Costly, Controlling Circle
Frodo's mind and Gollum's plea
Both broke apart and fell at need
The Ring glowed bright and surely swelled
But into Doom it finally fell.
Faded, Flawed, Fractured, Finger Adornment
Falling Fast, Falling Faster
Lava, Heat, and Ring's disaster.
With the last whispering wind we hear
The culmination of Sauron's fear!
None, Nothing, Non-existent!
Stormrider 10/28/03
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Message 14 of 22 in Discussion
From: Illadria
Sent: 10/29/2003 4:15 PM
the lair
damp
dark
dangerous journey
to the cavernous swell of her sin
in her hunger she yearns for me
cries for me
waits for me
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Message 15 of 22 in Discussion
From: Majahsheart
Sent: 10/30/2003 12:26 AM
i know that Rivers promised...i mean mentioned...me winning this contest based solely on the lovely (ie:suck-up) poem i wrote him last month....buuuuuuuut i decided i better actually write a new poem for this month
SHE
"SHE" sits...silently in the festering slime
Waiting for those who will walk into her repulsive womb
She's purring? A putrid sound of pure defiance
with a steady click and clack of her teeth, her claws.
Ugly thoughts, ugly deeds urp from her sour gullet
She lives only to steal life then languish in her lair
Gnashing her greasy jaws, globs squirt like from a wound
She makes a sick alliance with another stinking soul.
Majah
10/30/03
(did i mention how much i hate spiders?)
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Message 16 of 22 in Discussion
From: sparrow
Sent: 10/31/2003 11:47 PM
Wander warily along the Withywindle
Between the Brandywine and Barrow-downs.
Fabled foes abide in the Old Forest;
Danger lurks in dense depressing thickets.
Lads, be leery of the labyrinth,
Taking travelers to the forest's treacherous heart
Through gloomy glades disarming with drowsiness
Where wily Old Man Willow waits.
Shrouded boughs sing soporific spells,
Green-gray branches grab one unawares,
Crafty cracks capture and click shut,
A perilous predicament for the hapless prisoner.
But there is one who can tame the terrifying tree:
Bombadil masters the malevolent manacle,
Subdues with sanguine song the sinister,
With rhyme brings welcome release and relief.
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Message 1 of 22 in Discussion
From: rivers
Sent: 10/8/2003 10:44 PM
Tomorrow finally is here and so is the October Contest this should be great. Before I post the new topic I want to thank Majah for the poem.(you win this time just write anything) (oops did I say that out loud) Please read the hey what up/September entries and cast a vote for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. Okay the new topic in keeping with the seasons is you guessed it " Scary places and Scary Monsters" as thes things usually go together it should be a snap. I feel like I was too restrictive with the last topic so this one is wide open. All I want is for you to use alliteration once in the poem.(Alliteration- the repetition of the same or similar sounds at the beginning of words) I like to at least try and do one poetic form for each contest.Please write early and often I will announce the winner on the15th of each month from the previous so vote away please you have a week.
Slipping through Cirith Ungol in the dead of night
sat on a thorn and caught the white light
Kill that spider, Kill that spider
c-i-l-l that spider
Saturday Night live fans may recognize this adaptation of an Eddie Murphy classic. Express yourself and share your feelings with us and please scare the heck out me I always liked scary movies and books.
Thanx Rivers
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Message 2 of 22 in Discussion
From: sparrow
Sent: 10/17/2003 3:16 PM
It is already the 17th, and where are all the entries? I am working on mine! This topic coordinates nicely with the art contest, so the multi-talented could produce entries for each!
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Sent: 10/21/2003 12:26 AM
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Message 4 of 22 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/21/2003 2:28 AM
Living Death
Living once we were alive
Now we see through different eyes
Anger, Power and the Fist
To die too soon would be our wish
The pain we feel lingers on
The Hate, the Hurt and more beyond
The Rings he gave us took our minds
It took our souls and made us blind
But it gave us the power to hate and kill
Slay the innocent at will
and lust for power that ends up where?
buckled knees at his chair
With cold black eyes we heed his call
Swords drawn and no care at all
The Ring calls us we cannot bend
But wish for death before the end
The Nazgul screech means just one thing
the agony that makes HIM sing
And tears?? We know not what they are
We heard they were a shinning star
that once a man may look upon
and see what has come and gone
but in this demon seed is set
a wretched heart and Demons threat
my Dark Lords throne alone is set
within my heart and in my breath
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Message 5 of 22 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 10/22/2003 10:24 AM
I was still not sure just what alliteration was so I found a couple of samples it and thought I would share them with you.
Quinella Quist quite quickly quelled the quarreling quartet.
Randy Rathbone wrapped a rather rare red rabbit.
Shelly Sherman shivered in a sheer, short, shirt.
Stormrider
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Message 6 of 22 in Discussion
Sent: 10/23/2003 1:19 PM
This message has been deleted by the author.
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Message 7 of 22 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameDesi_Baggins1
Sent: 10/23/2003 1:24 PM
Nine Nastly Nazgûl
In Bag End Black Riders beg for Baggins
Frightening figures follow the ferry
Busting in Bree, bantering Bill Ferny
On Weathertop Wraiths reach the Ring
Then flight to the ford where the figures fall
Winged they wander-watching, waiting,
missing the mission in Mordor's Mount Doom.
By Desi Baggins
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Message 8 of 22 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/23/2003 5:26 PM
In my poem: the Hate, the Hurt is alliteration, but there was no direction about how often it needed to be repeated. Perhaps we need clarification on this? Is there any official conscensus on how many times a sound needs to repeat to be considered alliteration? This is indeed an interesting way to do poetry, as we learn even by one little rule. Kudos to Rivers for thinking of it. I especially liked that this month he limited it to only one rule, as the muse may get confused by too many.
Fang
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Message 9 of 22 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 10/23/2003 8:16 PM
Well, Fang, Rivers said that we only needed to add one line of alliteration to our poems. I do not know how many words in the line have to have the same consonant sound. That is a good question!
I think using alliteration for this month's Halloween Evil persona, place, or thing topic is an excellent idea! I second the kudos to Rivers for thinking of it!
Stormrider
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Message 10 of 22 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/23/2003 9:47 PM
Easy enough to change the line to the Hate, the Hurt, the Hell beyond. That is if three alliterations is sufficient.
Fang
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Message 11 of 22 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/23/2003 9:49 PM
Now that I think of it, I like the improvement.
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Message 12 of 22 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 10/24/2003 7:37 PM
SORRY, BUT I HAD TO CHANGE TWO WORDS I REALLY FEEL AFFECTED THE POEM.........OF COURSE I KNOW YOU CAN ONLY VOTE ON THE ORIGINAL ONE, BUT IT BOTHERED ME SO MUCH I HAD TO CHANGE IT.
LIVING HELL
Living once we were alive
Now we see through different eyes
Anger, Power and the Fist
To die too soon would be our wish
The pain we feel lingers on
The Hate, the Hurt and Hell beyond
The Rings he gave us took our minds
It took our souls and made us blind
But it gave us the power to hate and kill
Slay the innocent at will
and lust for power that ends up where?
buckled knees at his chair
With cold black eyes we heed his call
Swords drawn and no care at all
The Ring calls us we cannot bend
But wish for death before the end
The Nazgul screech means just one thing
the agony that makes HIM sing
And tears?? We know not what they are
We heard they were a shinning star
that once a man may look upon
and see what has come and gone
but in this demon seed is set
a wretched heart and Demons threat
my Dark Lords throne alone is kept
within my heart and in my breath
10/03
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Message 13 of 22 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 10/28/2003 5:20 PM
The One Ring
There is a golden Ring
Charading as a trivial thing.
Beware! Should it catch your eye,
'Twil be impossible to pass by!
Beautiful, Brilliant, Binding Band
Woven into its very thread
Is a shroud of ominous dread.
Into its very depths was wrought
The power of its Creator's thought.
Handsome, Heavy, Haunting Halo
"Twas forged from its Maker's very essence
And infused with envy, wrath, and malicious presence.
A deceptive plan to manipulate
With the skill to dominate.
Obsessive, Opulent, Ominous Orb
A fiery message in Elvish script appears
When heated by the coals.
The foul tongue of the Land of Shadow
Reveals the Ring's goals.
Small, Shiny, Sinister Sphere
In battle under terrific pressure
The Master lost his precious treasure.
His Body and Spirit escaped
And never again took visible shape.
Priceless, Powerful, Precious Prize
Cut from Its Master's cruel hand
And summoned by his command,
Latching onto unsuspecting bearers,
It set out to return to its Master.
Twinkling, Tantalizing, Torturing Trinket
Twisting its way into their heart
And from it there was no wish to part.
Subtly entwining itself into the soul
Causing them to forget the goal.
Glittering, Gorgeous, Governing Globe
On the Edge of the Cracks of Doom
It unleashed it's final tune.
One final play to return to the Master
And side step this near disaster.
Charming, Costly, Controlling Circle
Frodo's mind and Gollum's plea
Both broke apart and fell at need
The Ring glowed bright and surely swelled
But into Doom it finally fell.
Faded, Flawed, Fractured, Finger Adornment
Falling Fast, Falling Faster
Lava, Heat, and Ring's disaster.
With the last whispering wind we hear
The culmination of Sauron's fear!
None, Nothing, Non-existent!
Stormrider 10/28/03
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Message 14 of 22 in Discussion
From: Illadria
Sent: 10/29/2003 4:15 PM
the lair
damp
dark
dangerous journey
to the cavernous swell of her sin
in her hunger she yearns for me
cries for me
waits for me
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Message 15 of 22 in Discussion
From: Majahsheart
Sent: 10/30/2003 12:26 AM
i know that Rivers promised...i mean mentioned...me winning this contest based solely on the lovely (ie:suck-up) poem i wrote him last month....buuuuuuuut i decided i better actually write a new poem for this month
SHE
"SHE" sits...silently in the festering slime
Waiting for those who will walk into her repulsive womb
She's purring? A putrid sound of pure defiance
with a steady click and clack of her teeth, her claws.
Ugly thoughts, ugly deeds urp from her sour gullet
She lives only to steal life then languish in her lair
Gnashing her greasy jaws, globs squirt like from a wound
She makes a sick alliance with another stinking soul.
Majah
10/30/03
(did i mention how much i hate spiders?)
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Message 16 of 22 in Discussion
From: sparrow
Sent: 10/31/2003 11:47 PM
Wander warily along the Withywindle
Between the Brandywine and Barrow-downs.
Fabled foes abide in the Old Forest;
Danger lurks in dense depressing thickets.
Lads, be leery of the labyrinth,
Taking travelers to the forest's treacherous heart
Through gloomy glades disarming with drowsiness
Where wily Old Man Willow waits.
Shrouded boughs sing soporific spells,
Green-gray branches grab one unawares,
Crafty cracks capture and click shut,
A perilous predicament for the hapless prisoner.
But there is one who can tame the terrifying tree:
Bombadil masters the malevolent manacle,
Subdues with sanguine song the sinister,
With rhyme brings welcome release and relief.