Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on January 1
- Rewards: Gold: 4000, Silver: 700, Bronze: 500
- Final notes: Congrats to all
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In the morning I wake up
And all I think about is writing.by TwoFacedPsycho 28 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 31 8:59 AM 2008• Viewed by judge. -
by Frank N Beevers 32 lines, 29 comments, on Jul 31 11:45 AM 2008. In Other• Viewed by judge.
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some say no, you use no form,
you don't write in sonnetby Amythest Moonjade 47 lines, 9 comments, on Jul 31 11:09 AM 2008. In Critical, Lost in thought, Personal.• Viewed by judge. -
Just being able to look through my eyes
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by dp robertson 19 lines, 26 comments, on Jul 31 6:55 PM 2008• Viewed by judge.
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To want something,one must desire it
When one reads a great poem from Robert Frost collectionby earthstar 24 lines, 4 comments, on Jul 31 11:09 PM 2008. In Contemporary, Contest, Thoughts, Personal• Viewed by judge. -
The heart yearns in..• Viewed by judge.
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In my silent room I write
The passion within me ignites.
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words on a scrap of paper
when i write i leave myselfby solitarytear 29 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 10 8:44 AM 2008. In Spiritual, Contest, Lost in thought, Self, Escape• Viewed by judge. -
Zero visibility
engenders obsessionby liquidmindforever 65 lines, on Aug 27 8:28 AM 2008. In Contemporary• Viewed by judge. -
those many me people inside
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What makes me a poet?
Nothing but inspirationby kel dog 4 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 12 1:20 AM 2008• Viewed by judge. -
WRITE.
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I throw up emotion
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Its what I am,
And its more then what I write.by Sorrow is the name 29 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 24 9:32 AM 2008. In Poetry• Viewed by judge. -
Am I the sail or the wind?
the voice or the song?• Viewed by judge. -
What does it mean
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Your heart can sing
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Self-image of my perfect picture tossed aside in words,
I fight with what I think about and my pens are my swords,by grubermax 23 lines, on Oct 25 12:57 AM 2008• Viewed by judge. -
A 'poet', he called me,
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instantaneous expression
inks poetry in meby Venugopal 34 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 28 11:58 PM 2008
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Through poetry is in which I can talk.
My words are nothing but stick figure drawings,when speaking aloud.
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All the things I should've said but haven'tby Between My Ears 17 lines, on Nov 7 10:12 AM 2008• Viewed by judge. -
Tailored Loro Piana suit, Beverly Hills
a chilled bottle on ice, Chivas Regal Royal Salute
by Justplainwaynethen 18 lines, on Dec 7 12:56 AM 2008
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Is that what I truly am?
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With a deep burning desire,
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The reason why I write basically• Viewed by judge.
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What's the difference?• Viewed by judge.
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I don't know what it is...
This thing within my mind,by Archon 19 lines, on Oct 24 3:22 PM 2008• Viewed by judge. -
It’s the tear that gently flows downwards,
The slow beating of a throbbing heart,by Mila7 64 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 25 10:04 PM 2008• Viewed by judge. -
As the breeze scatters their petals
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I can smell the warm pink of a sunrise,
I can taste the sharp tang in a song,by xXchellXx 25 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 7 8:46 AM 2008• Viewed by judge. -
Im a burning flame
in a cold desert.by rohith003 23 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 7 10:12 AM 2008• Viewed by judge. -
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What makes alive, what makes dead?
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what makes me a poet
for i do not really noby sureshot-ecko 17 lines, on Nov 7 9:31 AM 2008• Viewed by judge. -
Like the nascent smile on the lips of a baby, bud,
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The reason I write....
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I sit beside the fire and think
by theroseofbattle 47 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 23 9:35 AM 2008. In contest, thoughts, personal, poetry• Viewed by judge. -
A hard feeling in the heart
and a soft handling of the soulby Purush 2 lines, on Dec 23 6:10 PM 2008• Viewed by judge.
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If you change your mind and decided to admit "previously written" entries, please let me know.
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aww i lovers the picture..and great contest idea
good luck juding -
Lack thereof... lol. That's me.
Bookmarked.
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If I was a poet, I might enter this, but I remain unconvinced that I am.
Should be very interesting
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hmmm
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good idea for a contest sadly you do not accept PW anyways...you shopuld get some good pieces here. Hope it lives up to what you expected BTW I love the picture on this very pretty
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I wrote a poem okay okay, I've been smoked out, I stole a poem that uses "you" as not specific to me but you - bigger than me, you meaning "poet from all time kinda stuff."
I understand if it doesn't fit the contest requirements.
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I want to enter, but I may not have time.
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Shall the contest reach on forever? Are you pointing to something?
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"The Eskimo has fifty-two names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love." --Margaret Atwood
I like that quote
probably because Eskimo don't write poetry
they live it
and poetry is nothing else than searching a name for love
so when are you going to end this contest?
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Blimey. Asking for a bunch of ars poetica is dangerous and asking for trouble. Asking for a bunch of ars poetica specifically involving the self though - that is super dangerous. Writing about writing is so so difficult. People (especially that chuffing Wordsworth bloke) can elevate the idea of what a poet "is" so horribly. I'd love to write a decent ars poetica but I don't think it'll ever happen. Czeslaw Milosz does this kind of poetry beautifully.
"What I'm saying here is not, I agree, poetry,
as poems should be written rarely and reluctantly,
under unbearable duress and only with the hope
that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument." He said.
He also said
"The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person"
Not many people will ever pull it off better than he did in my opinion.
I hope you get some good entries. I hope you don't get too many going along the trajectory that writing poetry is a terribly painful burden fullstop, woe is the poet fullstop, that sort of cliche crap. That stuff is all mythical. The experience of writing poetry or anything else is turbulent and varried - it can never be reduced to those sort of terms.
This is a really difficult contest but so worth while if anyone manages to pull it off as in my opinion decent treatise on poetry are indeed a treat (ho ho ho) as they're so rare. The metalanguage and self reflexivity such poetry demands is incredibly tricky to execute and I'll be really impressed if anyone in your contest does it well - I only bloody wish I could. Doctors of poetry and poets who'll lived and worked with or in or as poetry for 60 years often find the questions you're asking incredibly hard to pin down - doesn't mean the questions shouldn't be asked but they're very head spinning aren't they. I'm almost scared to read the entries incase I come across the old pen as dick/paper as cunt trope and want to kick the computer. I'm quite excited to read them though as it's the kind of area that I love in a massively geeky way.
"A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds" Archibald MacLeish. -
ended...
my my am I reading that right?? it's actually ended, or is it a pause in the great temporal and when I come back, will still be running? ....
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thanks, that puts things back into perspective..
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ho ho ho
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Wow.
You made us wait ... and wait ... and ... and ... AND WAIT!
But: end good, all good.
Let me leave you a handshake of happiness for 2009, here, Luty. *where is that emoticon*?
Love
Myra -
Thank you so much. What a wonderful way to begin the new year.
I feel very honored.
I hope you and yours have a happy and prosperous 2009
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