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 Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 12:02 am
YAY!
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This one is titled "Lose Control"
What is it about you that affects me so?
The play of sunlight on burnished auburn hair,
The storm-fire glitter of your eyes,
The touch of your fingers and
The heat of your breath?
I don't know.
That scares me more than it should.
Every moment with you leave me weak;
Help me...
I can't stop shivering.
My legs tremble at the merest thought,
My heart beats wildly.
Imprisoned.
Lying here in the warm, still night,
Wandering helplessly,
Desire my only guide.
I burn for you.
You make me forget who I am;
You make me lose control.
Lose myself.
You dance through my dreams,
The ghost of a beautiful warrior,
And I,
Lonely and beguiled,
Can only follow.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 12:34 pm
Murder on a Mountain
Deep in the ashen heart of hearts
The shredded morality softly sleeps
As aching hands shiver the blade
The shallow soul the knife reaps
The homicide did take place here
Heresy if ever the name
Shaking as the addicted earth
The moon, she said, was to blame
And though all sentimental thought ceased
For the satanic rite was to begin
In her eyes pure honesty
Arbitrarily showed well what’s within
Ah, alas the victim did
For his assistant warned him of the act
Found suicide through overdose
A hemorrhage to be exact
So the atrocious deed was done
Despite the horror that lay before
And separatist souls to the bitter end
Horrendous pallid blood and gore
So conclude this “accidental” deed
Their souls assimilated by the score
For simply else could this have occurred
As the heart’s indeed hell borne
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 3:19 pm
Nature
By Alex Owens
As the sun breaks on the horizon
As the flowers bloom
As the sunlight fades to grey
Like the stone of a tomb
As the birds fly with joy
Singing their merry tunes
Like the ocean’s gentle sway
Or deeply inscribed runes
As the purple hand of day
Reaches across the sky
As a deer leaps
To his bed of moss to lie
As the moon shows her face,
Pale and dim and old
Her brow creased with age
And stories waiting to be told
As a river follows its path
Its journey to the sea
As a fish swims to and fro
Gently calling thee
As the wind moans its tale
Of everlasting woe
As a child cries silently
Of sorrows that have yet to grow
As a fire burns at night
Dancing with a desire
As the moonlight shines down
On your own hearts fire
As a wave breaks on the sand
As the stars appear
As the nighttime plays with you
As the stars release a tear
As your own heart sings
Filled with joy and love
For this earth you call your home
Thank the God and Goddess above.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:02 pm
KeeperOfTheFaeries Nature By Alex Owens As the sun breaks on the horizon As the flowers bloom As the sunlight fades to grey Like the stone of a tomb As the birds fly with joy Singing their merry tunes Like the ocean’s gentle sway Or deeply inscribed runes As the purple hand of day Reaches across the sky As a deer leaps To his bed of moss to lie As the moon shows her face, Pale and dim and old Her brow creased with age And stories waiting to be told As a river follows its path Its journey to the sea As a fish swims to and fro Gently calling thee As the wind moans its tale Of everlasting woe As a child cries silently Of sorrows that have yet to grow As a fire burns at night Dancing with a desire As the moonlight shines down On your own hearts fire As a wave breaks on the sand As the stars appear As the nighttime plays with you As the stars release a tear As your own heart sings Filled with joy and love For this earth you call your home Thank the God and Goddess above. Umm... you're not a member of the guild... question
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:16 pm
Transition
The slight of a kiss,
beaming a stroking failure to contact the last feeling
of your precious lips upon my altar.
You are so hard to resist as I am the temptation.
Chests pressed together, hands locked in firm fists
and the taste of your skin makes my eyes water
with encasing tears as they drip down your body.
This is all I have left.
Would I be so lucky to have you inside,
when I cannot properly shut my own doors
and you cannot open yours when I choose to knock.
What would that be like to just give up?
But I can never go back, and neither can you.
This is all we have left, until Transition makes the more, lessens the few.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 10:46 am
Congrats to JeanMorgan on winning the contest with her poem "Lose Control."
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:06 pm
Heres my poem I hope u like it. (Beware Dark Poem) Burning Stake
Heart is deepest black
Evil spreads from haunted sight
Moonless night
Burning raging fires
Darkness worships this desire
Persecuted innocent
Marked to die surrounded by flame
Leaping towards the dried stake
Bound innocent there awaits
Town’s people watch poor maiden’s fate
Screams echo through the night
Unheard pleas go out
They watch with glee at this raging fire
Friends turn their backs on her
She screams in agony as the flames lick her skin
The smell of burning flesh fills the sir
They knew her since childhood
But doesn’t matter now
They have condemned her to death
One agonizing scream rips through the air
Finally silence
Smoke rises from the smoldering ash
Death was a fate too early decided
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:59 pm
+All my complaints shrink to nothing
I'm ashamed of all my somethings
Religions
You say You hate them
But there is no valid reason.
I tell you my herritage
And you say it's not the same
Because I don't wear a Burkha.
But that's no different
That a Christian wearing a cross
Or a Jew wearing the Star of David.
How about that Wiccan wearing a Pentacle?
This is the stereotypes
People have made against religions.
Ignorant people
Make stupid mistakes
About stereotypes.
We need to forget our differences
Whether we be Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Wiccan, Pagan,
Shinto, Taoist, Jewish,
Or any of the other religions of the world,
We need to see a person for who they are.
NOT they're religion.
She's glad for one day of comfort
Only because she has suffered+
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 10:11 pm
The Dance
A sestina
And so I began the passionate dance
The string bass created the tangible beat
With a glance I led the first turn
Spin
ning, and her heels match each step
I took, my partner's dress was an enchanted flame.
It was hot there - my world a flame
The tango was not our favorite dance
Not because of each complicated step
Not because of the unsyncopated beat
But because of every spin
Every turn after turn
We'd waited backstage 'till it was our turn
It was intolerably hot - as if being surrounded by flame
I was nervous - dizzy - my head started to spin
I was honestly scared of this dance
Though she and I know we're the couple to beat
I felt my stomach lurch every time i took a step
We grew closer with every step
I led another turn
We were on top of the beat
My nervousness was a dying flame
It was not with her, but with the music I dance
ed, another turn
Spin
ning, my life hanging on every step
All dependent on this dance
How hellish it could turn
My world consumed by flame
s, then brought back by the deafening beat
Of the bass drum, the beat beating beat
The continuous spin
Out of control, like an over-fed flame
Trying to run away with every step
I took, with the dance, my life turn
s around, and my partner rescues me with the dance.
And with the dance I learned to beat
The fear that made my stomach turn and my head spin
And now every step I take is towards a new type of flame.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:33 pm
I think we have enough submissions to close this contest. I think before I do though that I'll join the rest of you and submit a piece of my own.
This poem describes the confused sensation (both physical and emotional) of a hidden love. I'm sure a lot of you understand that feeling; a feeling like you're sicker than you've ever been but absolutely joyous at the same time. You aren't sure if you're afraid of the person you love or if you're in love with them. I'll leave the poem to explain the rest.
The Brink of Gluttony and Starvation
Too quick yet slow the heart does race
Frozen in mid-spring
A shadow of a Flutter passes over the Paradox.
Is the Mouse that springs such Traps
One of Fear or Some Love implacable?
I am Hungry, yet full of Poisoned Food to make me Ill,
I stand now at the brink of Gluttony and Starvation
Pray, be you some Angelic Muse
That sets my heart aflight with Wings to match your own?
Or be this some Creature Dark which shortens the Breathing of my Heart
And sets it to Decay?
Perhaps both Humors beset me at once
My heart is lifted by Radiant Chimeral Limbs
Rotting in perfect Bliss
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 3:09 pm
Congrats Jean Morgan for winning yet another contest!
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 6:41 pm
Well, I saw in the updates that a new round was open now, so I'll kick this off:
Four Seasons
Our love took place in four seasons.
Spring
Our love is freshly blossomed
Sweet scents fill the air
I knew that I was always on your mind
You knew that you were always on mine.
I could count on your face to light up in brilliance when I entered the room.
Summer
Sultry nights are all around
Both of us drunk on the sun kissing our naked bodies
I knew that I would be yours forever
So did you
I could count on you to wrap your arms around me in comfort, contentment, love and lus.
Autumn
Our love is fading, just like the sun's light in the sky
Everything is cooling off for winter
We frolicked in the leaves as they changed from
green to yellow,
yellow to orange,
orange to red,
and red to brown.
I could feel us falling apart like the falling leaves
So could you
I could count on your now-growing coolness towards me.
Winter
Our love is dead, like the land around us
It is cold, white, and empty
Just like the winter sky and snow
I watched you disappear
The snow covering your tracks.
I could hear that the love for me was gone in your voice
You know that I could.
I could count on you to shatter my heart just like a piece of ice.
Spring
Our love took place in four seasons.
Now, as the flowers bloom again after the frost
I see that you have begun again with another
I still miss you
You know that.
But I will begin anew as well.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:44 am
All that we see or see or seem...Never There
This is something I wrote to deal with the pain and sadness I felt when my father moved to Canada, leaving me behind with his parents. I know it's messy and not that good, but I thought I'd enter anyway.
You loved me once
I think
I can't say I remember
But I cried so much
Because you left
In that grey September
It's been so long that
The memory of your face
Escapes me
And it hurt.
It's been fourteen years
But you don't even write
It's like you don't care
I guess
I can't blame you
For never being there
I know it's her
That swept you away
But you never fought it
And it hurt.
I recall writing to you
When I was little
Telling you all my news
But the replied dwindled
So quickly as I grew up
Leaving me angry and confused
You seemed so busy
In your new life
That you forgot me
And it hurt.
You were supposed to
Protect me from the
Big Bad World and all it's evils
But you couldn't even
Protect me from my childhood
And it's upheavals
One after another
You missed so much
Because you were never there
And it hurt.
Learning to tie
My shoes up right
My first day of school
My first boyfriend and heartbreak
You missed it all
But I know you don't feel a fool
Because you've got all that
In your new daughter
It's like you love her more
And it hurt.
I don't hate you
You're not worth that effort
But I tell you something for free
I pity you because
You burned your bridges
And if things go well for me
You'll never see me again
I won't even go to your funeral
You're no father of mine
And I know that'll hurt you
When you realise what you've missed
Because you were never there. ...is but a dream within a dream
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:58 pm
The Night Queen
The Queen of Night,
in shrouds of black
With moonlit glint,
behind her back
With Raven perched,
and key in hand
She casts darkness,
across the land
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