Post by Lady B on Aug 24, 2007 23:01:38 GMT -5
Poetry of Images Entries—First Group of Ten
Hello Fellow RTH Members.
Phase 1 of the Poetry of Images Contest closed as of Midnight ET on Thursday, August 23, 2007. I was overwhelmed by the supportive response to my first solo contest. In all, 21 RTH members submitted a total of 50 poems! My original plan was to begin Phase 2—the Judging Phase—on Saturday, August 25th. Judging was to remain open until 12 Midnight, Saturday, September 1, 2007, and the winners were to be announced on Sunday, September 2, 2007.
I want to give everyone here at RTH the opportunity to enjoy each of these poems as much as I have. It just wouldn’t be fair to the poets and all of their hard and dedicated work to post all of their poems in one enormously long thread and post all of them at once on Saturday, August 25th. So I am offering just ten poems per day over the next five days. Next Thursday, August 30th, I will then post the specific rules for how you can cast your THREE votes via a PM to me. [If you attempt to cast your votes before 12:01 AM Friday, August 31st, I will simply return them to you and ask you to re-submit them when the Judging Phase formally opens.]
Please feel welcome to post supportive critiques and comments about the poems in each of the five Poetry of Images Entries threads. This is your chance to show support for your favorite poem or poet; indulge in shameless self-promotion if you are the author of one of these wonderful poems; and campaign for votes when the judging opens on Friday, August 31, 2007 (via PM to Lady B).
Here is the first group of ten poems for your reading pleasure. They are posted in sub-groupings: Poems follow the respective images from the Gallery of Photos that inspired the poets.
The poems and their respective poets included in this thread are: While Walking A Beach by textiger; The Early Morning Struggle's by BuiltonRock.; Psychedelic P.B.J. by krazydiamond; The Prize Inside by dtcmor; Country Angels by karenfh; The Dancing Hobbits by adrian65; Thunder Eggs by pporky; R Senders by pporky; Lacy Valentine by huffstuff; and My Crazy Heart by krazydiamond.
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Condor 1 -- 1 Entry
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While Walking A Beach
by textiger
While walking a beach on Nantucket,
I found a large hole in my bucket.
No reason to panic,
I'd only found granite.
Besides, I was planning to chuck it
by textiger
While walking a beach on Nantucket,
I found a large hole in my bucket.
No reason to panic,
I'd only found granite.
Besides, I was planning to chuck it
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Sabre 1 -- 2 Entries
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The Early Morning Struggle's
by BuiltonRock.
The early morning struggle's, Earth and Heaven one,
Is it yielding of the night or sparks of a day begun?
The clouds defend their darkness; the burst they can't deny.
Is it surrender of our gloom or the hope of a brilliant sky?
The fiery fight continues; the colors consume the air.
Is it bowing of our dimness, or have we just become aware?
The resistance all but conquered, the dark replaced by light.
Is it passing of our blindness or delivery of new sight?
This awesome scene of majesty, etched into a stone.
Is it by chance? By accident? Or a glimpse of the Great Unknown?
by BuiltonRock.
The early morning struggle's, Earth and Heaven one,
Is it yielding of the night or sparks of a day begun?
The clouds defend their darkness; the burst they can't deny.
Is it surrender of our gloom or the hope of a brilliant sky?
The fiery fight continues; the colors consume the air.
Is it bowing of our dimness, or have we just become aware?
The resistance all but conquered, the dark replaced by light.
Is it passing of our blindness or delivery of new sight?
This awesome scene of majesty, etched into a stone.
Is it by chance? By accident? Or a glimpse of the Great Unknown?
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Psychedelic P.B.J.
by krazydiamond
Now we all know, Mel's got some Rock,
and when he posts, we all do flock.
But all of us would love to trade
for his Psychedelic P.B.J.
This stuff is just a west coast thing,
Us east coast folks don't have the bling.
But planetwide it is the rage,
Psychedelic P.B.J.
Now you all say, "KD, yo're trippin'!"
you may be right, I could be flippin',
But this is all i got to say:
"Psychedelic P.B.J!!!!!"
gimme some,
Psychedelic P.B.J.
got to have some,
Psychedelic, P.B.J.
don't you need some?
Psychedelic P.B.J.
UHN!
by krazydiamond
Now we all know, Mel's got some Rock,
and when he posts, we all do flock.
But all of us would love to trade
for his Psychedelic P.B.J.
This stuff is just a west coast thing,
Us east coast folks don't have the bling.
But planetwide it is the rage,
Psychedelic P.B.J.
Now you all say, "KD, yo're trippin'!"
you may be right, I could be flippin',
But this is all i got to say:
"Psychedelic P.B.J!!!!!"
gimme some,
Psychedelic P.B.J.
got to have some,
Psychedelic, P.B.J.
don't you need some?
Psychedelic P.B.J.
UHN!
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Beefjello 2 -- 5 Entries
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The Prize Inside
by dtcmor
Once long ago, in a land far away,
Two young boys came out to play.
Best friends they were, and always together,
They knew, somehow, it would last forever
One day they came upon a place,
with rocks and trees and shimmering waves.
It soon became their favorite play spot,
The boys did play there quite a lot.
While exploring one day, beside a stream,
They spotted a rock, like a Jewel, for a dream.
It was large and round, with a colorful shine,
Deep inside was a shadow, covered over by time.
Inquisitive boys, they wanted to see,
What the shadow inside could possibly be.
They set about trying to split open the prize,
To reveal the secret that lay inside.
Rock on rock they hammered all day,
Hoping the secret would soon give way.
A small crack soon formed, and started to run.
It became a race with the near setting sun.
They had worked all day for one small crack,
But once it was started, 'Twas no turning back.
The mystery inside was too much to chance,
They worked through the night with their hammering dance.
At last the bright hour of morning did come.
They continued their work with the rising sun.
And so it went, for day upon day.
The two young boys forgot about play.
The rock did consume them with terrible dread.
They hoped for the prize, before they were dead.
And so it went, as weeks turned to years.
The boys were no more; they both now wore beards.
Then finally one day, after one mighty blow,
The two heard a sound, that let them both know.
The blasts of their hammering, quickly subdued.
They stared at the gem, that was now split in two.
Time seemed to stop, as they reigned in their pride.
After all of those years, the prize opened wide.
With curious eyes, like two boys long gone,
They each picked a halve, and both looked on.
The jewel they had worked as boys to men,
Held the images of them, as boys they had been.
Two perfect pictures in stone had been formed.
The symbols of youth and friendship were mourned.
Each man with his half finally knew what it meant,
As the life they had shared was now nearly spent.
Worked out in friendship, as children and men,
They could now truly play, as their task was at end.
Like boys, they did play, running wild and free.
Their lives spent as friends, was as full as could be.
They passed shortly after, as old men must do,
Clutching halves of their lives in fists of two.
Their bodies now lay near the old favorite place.
In time the land changed to mountains and waves.
The memories forgotten of two little friends,
But it is not in sadness that the tale ends.
The Two turned to dust, and then covered by muds,
Their bodies transformed by the ages of floods.
They heaved and they pitched and were tumbled about.
The ground was torn open, and then they popped out.
Many years later, along came a Man,
Searching bright, shiny gems with colors and bands.
Discovered again were these two joyful fellows,
By the craft and the blade that belonged to Beefjello.
So the moral, you see, is not as it looks.
Hard work and some friendship was all that it took.
Even though the two boys are seemingly gone,
Their beauty of friendship can still be passed on.
Two young boys came out to play.
Best friends they were, and always together,
They knew, somehow, it would last forever
One day they came upon a place,
with rocks and trees and shimmering waves.
It soon became their favorite play spot,
The boys did play there quite a lot.
While exploring one day, beside a stream,
They spotted a rock, like a Jewel, for a dream.
It was large and round, with a colorful shine,
Deep inside was a shadow, covered over by time.
Inquisitive boys, they wanted to see,
What the shadow inside could possibly be.
They set about trying to split open the prize,
To reveal the secret that lay inside.
Rock on rock they hammered all day,
Hoping the secret would soon give way.
A small crack soon formed, and started to run.
It became a race with the near setting sun.
They had worked all day for one small crack,
But once it was started, 'Twas no turning back.
The mystery inside was too much to chance,
They worked through the night with their hammering dance.
At last the bright hour of morning did come.
They continued their work with the rising sun.
And so it went, for day upon day.
The two young boys forgot about play.
The rock did consume them with terrible dread.
They hoped for the prize, before they were dead.
And so it went, as weeks turned to years.
The boys were no more; they both now wore beards.
Then finally one day, after one mighty blow,
The two heard a sound, that let them both know.
The blasts of their hammering, quickly subdued.
They stared at the gem, that was now split in two.
Time seemed to stop, as they reigned in their pride.
After all of those years, the prize opened wide.
With curious eyes, like two boys long gone,
They each picked a halve, and both looked on.
The jewel they had worked as boys to men,
Held the images of them, as boys they had been.
Two perfect pictures in stone had been formed.
The symbols of youth and friendship were mourned.
Each man with his half finally knew what it meant,
As the life they had shared was now nearly spent.
Worked out in friendship, as children and men,
They could now truly play, as their task was at end.
Like boys, they did play, running wild and free.
Their lives spent as friends, was as full as could be.
They passed shortly after, as old men must do,
Clutching halves of their lives in fists of two.
Their bodies now lay near the old favorite place.
In time the land changed to mountains and waves.
The memories forgotten of two little friends,
But it is not in sadness that the tale ends.
The Two turned to dust, and then covered by muds,
Their bodies transformed by the ages of floods.
They heaved and they pitched and were tumbled about.
The ground was torn open, and then they popped out.
Many years later, along came a Man,
Searching bright, shiny gems with colors and bands.
Discovered again were these two joyful fellows,
By the craft and the blade that belonged to Beefjello.
So the moral, you see, is not as it looks.
Hard work and some friendship was all that it took.
Even though the two boys are seemingly gone,
Their beauty of friendship can still be passed on.
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Country Angels
by karenfh
Country angels live
in the smaller thunder eggs
Angelic beauty!
in the smaller thunder eggs
Angelic beauty!
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The Dancing Hobbits
by adrian65
A while ago, throughout the Rocky Mountains
There was a secret place beneath the Sun
With grass so green and crystal water fountains
Where hobbits lived so happily with joy and fun.
Oh, and they loved to party and to dance
And almost every day and every evening
If someone passed that secret Sun-blessed place
He would have seen the hobbits celebrating.
But then, the big volcano woke up bursting,
Tossing his lava blankets everywhere.
And so the tiny hobbits who were dancing
Were bound together and still they dance in there.
The lucky ones (and one of them's Beefjello)
Who free a pair of dancing hobbits from their locked stance
Will have a little hobbit forever as a grateful fellow
Because they once again find joy and, in the sun, they dance.
There was a secret place beneath the Sun
With grass so green and crystal water fountains
Where hobbits lived so happily with joy and fun.
Oh, and they loved to party and to dance
And almost every day and every evening
If someone passed that secret Sun-blessed place
He would have seen the hobbits celebrating.
But then, the big volcano woke up bursting,
Tossing his lava blankets everywhere.
And so the tiny hobbits who were dancing
Were bound together and still they dance in there.
The lucky ones (and one of them's Beefjello)
Who free a pair of dancing hobbits from their locked stance
Will have a little hobbit forever as a grateful fellow
Because they once again find joy and, in the sun, they dance.
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Thunder Eggs
by pporky
There was a mad man from Down Under
Who fed his hens waste from his tumbler.
They soon ate it all down,
But he pretty soon found,
That the eggs that they laid then were thunder.
Who fed his hens waste from his tumbler.
They soon ate it all down,
But he pretty soon found,
That the eggs that they laid then were thunder.
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R Senders
by pporky
Now I am that man from Down Under
Who's hens laid the eggs made of thunder.
So I tried one on toast,
And friend I don't boast,
But when I pass wind it roars out like thunder.
Now my dog found my eggs made of stone.
He now eats them instead of his bone.
Though my wife’s quite impressed,
Though you'd never have guessed,
That his droppings made great caberchones.
Now these dog stones were quite a sensation;
Winning prizes at shows round our nation.
Though this upset some,
And they spoiled our fun,
When they insisted I reveal their location.
Strewth I'm in fair dinkum strife.
And I fear very much for my wife,
Cause my dog’s lost his bark,
and my chooks have all carked.
For that stone egg may cost me my life.
Who's hens laid the eggs made of thunder.
So I tried one on toast,
And friend I don't boast,
But when I pass wind it roars out like thunder.
Now my dog found my eggs made of stone.
He now eats them instead of his bone.
Though my wife’s quite impressed,
Though you'd never have guessed,
That his droppings made great caberchones.
Now these dog stones were quite a sensation;
Winning prizes at shows round our nation.
Though this upset some,
And they spoiled our fun,
When they insisted I reveal their location.
Strewth I'm in fair dinkum strife.
And I fear very much for my wife,
Cause my dog’s lost his bark,
and my chooks have all carked.
For that stone egg may cost me my life.
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Jonje 1 -- 2 Entries
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Lacy Valentine
by huffstuff
Lacy Valentine
Encased in stone forever
Perfect lover's gift
Encased in stone forever
Perfect lover's gift
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My Crazy Heart
by krazydiamond
Daybreak
my heart escapes
into the Sun.
High tide
my heart dives
into the Sea.
Moonlight
my heart's delight
into your Eyes.
Starshine
my crazy heart flies
into the Night.
my heart escapes
into the Sun.
High tide
my heart dives
into the Sea.
Moonlight
my heart's delight
into your Eyes.
Starshine
my crazy heart flies
into the Night.
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[P.S. You might want to keep a pad of paper and a pen/pencil handy so you can jot down notes on your favorite poems in this thread.
]Enjoy!
Lady B
