ACCUSATIONS at the general Poetic Masses hereabouts, TorF?

You do not Duel because...

you despise Mahayr.	4.2%	[ 1 ]
you despise someone else in here.	12.5%	[ 3 ]
you are, as accused, CHICKEN!	8.3%	[ 2 ]
it is beneath you, you are just that good. BUT too chicken to prove it.	0.0%	[ 0 ]
you have too much on your plate for lowly duels, and are CHICKEN!	4.2%	[ 1 ]
there is not enough to be gained, you are greedy.	25.0%	[ 6 ]
Other... post your own answer.	45.8%	[ 11 ]
Total Votes:			[ 24 ]

[Zero is an Integer]

TheAmberShrew

zero the last decepticon

Umm...Before I pass judgment on this Rondeau redouble duel, I wanted to ask you if I'm to judge the with the "masculine/feminine" rhyme groups, or just on the fact that you may have loosely emulated the form? After all, if it's not "masculine/feminine," then it's not really a Rondeau redouble and thus negates me having to pay attention to it.

It's up to you. Studious as Kiria is, I'm sure she was attentive to this aspect, and should be rewarded for doing so, whilst I just shat haphazardly all over the form.

rofl rofl rofl

Some of the sites don't explain this aspect of the form and some do. I'll wait to see what she says and we'll go from there. I mean,, I might be an a*****e, but I'm not a [********] a*****e. I want there to be some fun in this, so there's no really need for me to be a pretentious d**k about it. I just didn't know what you guys wanted me to do.

[TheAmberShrew]

Then it's up to Ms. K. 3nodding

heart

[Kiria Delusional Kitty]

zero the last decepticon

TheAmberShrew

zero the last decepticon

Umm...Before I pass judgment on this Rondeau redouble duel, I wanted to ask you if I'm to judge the with the "masculine/feminine" rhyme groups, or just on the fact that you may have loosely emulated the form? After all, if it's not "masculine/feminine," then it's not really a Rondeau redouble and thus negates me having to pay attention to it.

It's up to you. Studious as Kiria is, I'm sure she was attentive to this aspect, and should be rewarded for doing so, whilst I just shat haphazardly all over the form.

rofl rofl rofl

Some of the sites don't explain this aspect of the form and some do. I'll wait to see what she says and we'll go from there. I mean,, I might be an a*****e, but I'm not a [********] a*****e. I want there to be some fun in this, so there's no really need for me to be a pretentious d**k about it. I just didn't know what you guys wanted me to do.

gonk I missed something in my research!? Crap! I've no idea what the "masculine/feminine" rhyme groups even are. Now I feel bad cause I've missed something about the form... emo

[TheAmberShrew]

Kiria Delusional Kitty

gonk I missed something in my research!? Crap! I've no idea what the "masculine/feminine" rhyme groups even are. Now I feel bad cause I've missed something about the form... emo

Don't be sad! We can be lazy, uneducated poetry urchens together. Come, let us pick-pocket the elderly! twisted

[Dancing Armadillo Mage]

For the duel with zero the last deception

This is Not

This is not
an attempt to connect the coincidences of characters and situation.
This is coffee and rain,
coffee served in white cups, rain pounding on plate glass.
This is not
a metaphor for all malaise made specific by this instance.
This is jackets and chairs,
jackets dripping on the wood and hung on the back of chairs.
This is not
symbolism for some soul by which I am sympathetically linked to the world
This is one word and then another.
“Sorry” and “Goodbye”
Didn’t the strangers around me also have bitter coffee and damp shoulders?
Why should mine have more meaning?
Let the dregs after that lukewarm coffee have no consequence.
Let the pool of dirty water under chair have no significance.
Let my loss be only mine.
Let my tears belong to no one else.




Is this submission format okay?

[Dancing Armadillo Mage]

TheAmberShrew

Don't be sad! We can be lazy, uneducated poetry urchens together. Come, let us pick-pocket the elderly! twisted

Cheers for poet urchins. Yay! biggrin

[Mnemosynee]

Adimurti

Akashya Inoue...v...Kjralon.............................................................................. Enguard!
Challenger: Akashya inoue
Defender: Kjralon
Judge: Adimurti
Type of duel: Regular Call Out
Bet: 150 gold
Form: Free-Verse
Context: Fire and Sex

Alright Kj, let's do this s**t!

Enticing Ecstacy.

A worn, but artful stick of skeletal-frame:
colour - vivid as seal skin which follows
sepia ripples between my legs, entices

burning grips. Your lily-eyes lust with
instincts akin to the passion that lingers
inside your veins as you fill my body with

piercing cells, warm and fluid as the
drenching heat that you sweat on my body
when I beg you to stop. Your sick mind enjoys

every thrust as my screams stroke and tickle
your ear drums with excitement. Your eyes
begin to glow blood-shot red! Your grip on my

tall and slender neck tightens almost as if
your mind was a deep, solitary river of ecstacy,
and your only purpose in existence was to drown

my life into oblivion. And I heave in exhaustion.
I never want to give into such punishment; but,
the more I fight it, the harsher the burns will be

due to your lashing persistence; and all I have
to show for it are eyes of water that cool the
burning in the deep-down distance of ashing decay
that is my body: nostalgic from whence you came.

[Zero is an Integer]

Dancing Armadillo Mage

For the duel with zero the last deception

This is Not

This is not
an attempt to connect the coincidences of characters and situation.
This is coffee and rain,
coffee served in white cups, rain pounding on plate glass.
This is not
a metaphor for all malaise made specific by this instance.
This is jackets and chairs,
jackets dripping on the wood and hung on the back of chairs.
This is not
symbolism for some soul by which I am sympathetically linked to the world
This is one word and then another.
“Sorry” and “Goodbye”
Didn’t the strangers around me also have bitter coffee and damp shoulders?
Why should mine have more meaning?
Let the dregs after that lukewarm coffee have no consequence.
Let the pool of dirty water under chair have no significance.
Let my loss be only mine.
Let my tears belong to no one else.




Is this submission format okay?

You did great, kiddo. I'll post mine when I wake.

TheAmberShrew

Kiria Delusional Kitty

gonk I missed something in my research!? Crap! I've no idea what the "masculine/feminine" rhyme groups even are. Now I feel bad cause I've missed something about the form... emo

Don't be sad! We can be lazy, uneducated poetry urchens together. Come, let us pick-pocket the elderly! twisted

Heh..

i guess I'll base it on straight form and not function. Ruling will be in when I wake.
Good luck, ladies.

[Zero is an Integer]

TheAmberShrew

Beatnik '09

I swing around on shoulder blades
(to revitalize my soul and spirit)
disks like slick grenades -
the cosmic and the infinite

requiring no visual aid -
propel me to the limit,
puzzles from the edge of orbit
I swing around on shoulder blades.

Plastic cases are Foster shades
dulling effulgency that splits I'm not sure there's a term such as effulgency. Effulgently, or effulgent, yes. Maybe even efulgence. Hmmm....
skulls like coconuts against sharp spades
to revitalize my soul and spirit

with milk from bass and black parades;
the line between the glass and grit;
'glad I stayed' and 'be afraid'.
Disks like slick grenades

don't carry alpha grades,
benefit me legal or legit;
receiving pay always betrayed
the cosmic and the infinite.

Red office shotgun brain cascades:
visions in the horizon line, so play it
again Sammy-safe-and-man-made:
no one wants to sound about the cubicles
I swing around.

eek Holy s**t! That was ******** awesome. I love the scatterbrained and chaotic feel to it, even though there's the underlying "I'm not alpha, but I'm okay with being what I am" kinda theme. It kinda reminds me of something the Joker would scribble on a bathroom wall at Wayne manor.

Kiria Delusional Kitty

Duel vs. TheAmberShrew
(rondeau redouble - music)

Sight-Singing

I must now see the world through your songs, corazón,
for my eyes are both blinded by age and decay.
Your melodious voice paints the places you've known,
each a leitmotif wholly unique. Every day,

you sing sunrise in Lydian, bright as the hay
in the summer-sweet meadows before it is mown.
If my sight is the price of your music, I'll pay:
I must now see the world through your songs, corazón,

and the world is more beautiful when I am shown
how the melody runs through the wind on the bay,
through the sun on my face, and resounds in my bone,
for my eyes are both blinded by age and decay.

The harmonic progression of time cannot stay
its relentless pursuit of a cadence - you've grown
in a counterpoint theme I can hear when you play -
your melodious voice paints the places you've known.

Every sandstone formation carved out like a throne
is a regal processional, while a soufflé
rising golden and fragrant is jazz on trombone,
each a leitmotif wholly unique. Every day

brings a musical sight, like a kite being flown
in a wind-ruffled sky, or a lonely Monet
hanging dusty, forlorn and forgotten. My own
consolation in darkness is music, the way
I must now see the world.

eek ******** you guys. I have to pick? Really? Grrr......

This was ******** insanity. The poetic devices and the imagery were astounding. It was coherent, pleasant to read and stunningly heartfelt. I loved the way that it blended together as a whole work and wasn't just flashes of images that were strung together and just happened to fit. Truly a wonderful thing to behold.

I don't like having to make this call, as the poems were so dramatically different. They each have a style unique to the people that wrote them , which is great to see as it shows just what can be done with the form. Unfortunately, I have to go with what is more "poetically correct," and not with my personal favorite of the two, and award this round to Kiria. Congrats. The sheer volume of profound image and emotion that piece evokes is a beautiful thing.

I would also like to state, for the record, that if I have to choose between two such master of the craft again, I might just loose my s**t in the process. Thank you very much, ladies. These were truly wonderful to read.

[Kjralon]

Akashya inoue

Alright Kj, let's do this s**t!

I wish ash wasn't all that was left.


I leave charred trails down your hips.

Soot crawls like velvety night up my chest,
delving into the white-heat of irises,
flashing, ephemeral shapes caught

and crushed in your palms.
Your whispers slide, glistening
around my neck, my hair everchanging
like our limbs, moving clockwork
in a flashpan.

Fingertips light holes in your flesh,
poppop-pop-ing up the spine like one-two

three,
lungs catching like kindling wrapped up in a brush mantle;
your lips, hidden behind smoke,
climb the mountain with untiring boots.

Touch sears my flesh.
Heat pulsates like fading animal heartbeats,
rapid in the bright twilight,
easily heard by the crackling hunter.
My bones ache; they are comfortable rocks,
solidly certain of your consummation.

[Mnemosynee]

ADI! gonk

[Zero is an Integer]

Spoon.

[Kiria Delusional Kitty]

That's forked up.

[TheAmberShrew]

Knife going, Zero.

[knight_of_chivalry]

rofl