http://www.crimelibrary.com/serial_killers/predators/moors/index_1.html
I want poems about
... the Moors Murders
... Ian and Myra
... the connection to Hitler / Social Darwinism
... Just anything related to the Moors Murders.
No erotica and nothing that praises those sick actions.
Please label your entries accordingly.
Enter as many times as you like.
Good luck!
I want poems about
... the Moors Murders
... Ian and Myra
... the connection to Hitler / Social Darwinism
... Just anything related to the Moors Murders.
No erotica and nothing that praises those sick actions.
Please label your entries accordingly.
Enter as many times as you like.
Good luck!
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on April 5, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 300, Silver: 100, Bronze: 50, Honorable mention: 2 people
- Final notes: Instead of a lengthy comment by Anna Parva, something from a writer whose works I admire very much.
I: That girl has been more tenacious than the boy. Curious, certainly.
M: Possibly being of a slightly higher race. The barbed wire hurt her much, however she has never begged for mercy.
I: Still, in her eyes fear was hidden. Have you noticed, Hessie, have you?
M: Certainly. But rather the hunger hurt her. The piece of bread which I held in front of her eyes made those distort into slits. Have You seen it, mein Führer, have You?
I: I have, certainly. However I had rather turned my attention to a potential shamefacedness of that thing, but I have noticed that thing is bereft of each and any sense of shame. It is. It has been.
M: Yes. Curious. Certainly. We will have to note that down. The less a creature's race, the less developed the natural sense of shame. Has it?
I: It has almost enraged me. Seeing a creature naked before my eyes that does not try to cover the area between its legs. Infuriated by the thought of such creatures having a similar right to live in our society, just like those of superior nature, almost made me forget the intention to let the experiment go on further. It has.
M: I would like to praise your aloofness.
I: Thank you, Myra.
M: There is possibly no god for this class? I can answer the question myself. No.
I: Note down everything and let me look it over. We will have to build upon this.
- from "Preparadise Sorry Now" by Rainer Werner Fassbinder (German movie director and screenwriter, 1945 - 1982)
- translated by Anna Parva
- To judge this contest, you need to have at least as many finalists as you have rewards. You have 4 awards but only 3 finalists.
Contest Winners
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All about the land called "moors" are spirits of the dead.by Blossom Fairy 13 lines, 3 comments, on Mar 17 9:53 AM 2008. In Dark, Sad, Pain
Silver trophy winner
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Can you hear the whispers in the mist?
Dead ones sighing, mother crying...• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
Horrified, defiled the land cries• Commented on by judge. [remove]
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
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Wow, this is a bold and difficult subject for a contest. I will give it some thought.
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thank you for the gold
i am still half asleep at the moment so i will return later and visit
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A silver trophy is so very lovely and I thank you for it. Your comment made me very glad.
My congratulations to the poets who came to this contest, for it was a challenging subject.
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Thank you very much!
Gladness for the bronze and my congratulations to the poets who wrote about the moors and terrible events there.
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Thank you for the HM in your dark and smart contest. All poems amazing.
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