lol Would you believe this? Some people HATE hearing poetry recited. They hate ANY poetry, written by ANYONE, and listening to it makes them scream and run away with their hands over their ears. 
lol I am telling you about my own family, actually. 
Why don't prisons use that for torture?
This contest is writing about listening to poetry as a form of torture. 
Go for it, gang...
BUT THE RULES: Nothing with erotica or language that will fry my computer, and no adult themes.
MOST IMPORTANT RULE... Have fun because why else are you here?
lol I am telling you about my own family, actually. Why don't prisons use that for torture?
This contest is writing about listening to poetry as a form of torture.
Go for it, gang...
BUT THE RULES: Nothing with erotica or language that will fry my computer, and no adult themes.
MOST IMPORTANT RULE... Have fun because why else are you here?
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on April 30, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 300, Silver: 200, Bronze: 100
- Final notes: Oh, you darling poets, you! Your poems are packed with splendid humour and smart lines to admire. I loved reading these entries. Every one of them was truly special and much appreciated.
Contest Winners
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Your words make my ears bleed
this is not what I needby Sunshine Princess 8 lines, 9 comments, on Apr 23 3:25 PM 2008• Commented on by judge. -
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Behold Fuzzy, the hamster poet!
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You Stole my cookies, I wanted to eat those,by Hope Angel 27 lines, 6 comments, on Apr 28 7:38 PM 2008• Commented on by judge.
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my mates just get a glazed look when i start going on about poetry, i laugh to myself
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We must share a family!
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I do wish you might write about how you might torture someone with a sonnet.
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REad the one I wrote for Amera, perfect tortue for any purist!!!!
I shall think about it.
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Individuality:
I wrote a new poem today, would you like to hear it?
Friends:
NO!
Individuality:
But I think it is really good.
Friends:
Just shut your cake hole, we are trying to watch this shelf dry.
Individuality:
Sheep - Not Just Pretty Faces!
Cultured associations - Great Britain;
Cymru holds pride for their common livestock...
Friends:
We are going to kick your face in.
Individuality:
I was just making conversation, calm down, calm down.
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Laughing and offering my hand in our common bond of associating with people who mostly only want to read the comic page of the newspaper and want to listen to the nightly news. Do they not know how amusing we are? NO!
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lol...great contest
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Nobody has entered because even poets can't stand the idea of writing about reciting poetry!
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I beg to differ =D
I just can't stand to hear my own work recited
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LOL I have a daughter like this! She actually groans out loud and the funny part is that she writes beautiful poems herself.
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Ooh.. dear.. Lol..My friends and family run when I mention anything with poetry in it..
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I've never really met anyone who just would flip out or anything, people used to roll their eyes at me though.
Now a large portion of them say I need to get published.
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Villanelle For Our Time by L Cohen
From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.
The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.
Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.
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An excellent poem you have shared with us! I am glad WE like to hear poetry.
If I could have a poetry reading club, I would nominate you president because I think that quite surely I would love to listen to you read poetry out loud.
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lol Great idea Melodies... I am not sure what is worse, those who come right out and say Umm.. Im really not into listening to poetry..can't stand it" or those who "pretend" to listen & love it
Will have to see if I can come up with something for this one.. I will turn on my wit light.. and see what happens..
Have a wonderful day!
Linda
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lol You can tell if they hate listening to poetry being read, even if they say they like it because they grit their teeth when they say it and they do not move their lips. PLUS, their eyes have a glazed look.
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Congrats to the winners! This was a fantastic contest!
Annie
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