Stars and Lines: Seasonally-Affected Poetry Contest **Winners announced**

reply to post by masqua


I vote yay.

Well, if it's okay to revise, there's a typo that's been nagging me in this poem:
The Stygian Promise

'Peels of laughter' should read 'Peals of laughter'.

Originally posted by jeanvaljean
reply to post by masqua

 

I vote yay.

Then that makes two of us.

Well, if it's okay to revise, there's a typo that's been nagging me in this poem:
The Stygian Promise

'Peels of laughter' should read 'Peals of laughter'.

edit on 26-11-2010 by jeanvaljean because: Edited for an afterthought.

That edit makes sense. *chuckle* I had visions of laughter as an apple and I'm really good at peeling it in one giant piece.

If you like, you can repost the edited poem again or I can do the edit in the original if that's what you'd prefer.

reply to post by masqua

That edit makes sense. *chuckle* I had visions of laughter as an apple and I'm really good at peeling it in one giant piece.

Precisely. In my case, it involved one of those curlicues of orange peel and it set my teeth on edge.

If you could edit the original, it would be greatly appreciated.

Originally posted by jeanvaljean
If you could edit the original, it would be greatly appreciated.

consider it done

Bumping this in the hopes of getting one more 'aye' for extending the contest. I'd say it poetically, but settling instead for phonetically.

reply to post by masqua


yay.



-B.M

It's done then... thanks.

I'll edit the OP

The Path to Salvation

Snow blankets the countryside
Giving the appearance of a monochromatic wonderland
Yet joy does not echo through her vast frozen hallways
Rather it is fear and trepidation that reverberates
in the hearts and minds of those who dare cross her wastelands.
The howl of a lone wolf strikes a poignant chord
against the serenity of the landscape
Our thoughts on those we've loved and those we've lost
There is no life here
only death and pestilence
Yet we struggle on toward a new tomorrow

Intrepid decadents lined the shallow fallows,
While timber could be heard,
getting ripped out of the Earth's soul,
Children lie in wait,
watching the silver snow fall into the facades of Future's fate.

A ripple begins to bend in the temperate forest,
where the death of the tree's have fallen so slow,
onto a place to bend a path of ice and blood,
that leads to the solemn ones.

Where is it past?
Where have the last pieces of summer's mast gone?
All I see shadows of before and snow flakes falling in the cold wind,
blowing from the Seven sea's, its gale's blowing thru my hair,
in every direction known,
people running round with no where to go but the Cold wind and snow.

"their you go."

Just a lil something off a whim.





I have abused my art.. Yet it still lies within.

I don't normally share but here you go. Simple words and bad punctuation but it was written as I experienced it.


Falls Salvation,

I stand alone in the middle of an apple grove.
Blurs of orange and yellow fall around me.

I see the wind coming up over the hills
as it dances in tune with the trees.

I wipe away threads of amber that stick across my face
as a blanket of cold rain hits my brow.

This water it cleanses me
I can see clearer
It makes me whole again.
Touching me in a way no one can.
It caresses my soul, bringing life back inside me.

This is where I can exhale.
Tears can't be seen.
The thunder hides the quiet cries.

The leaves and their song comfort me...
as I stand alone in the middle of an apple grove with the bitter winds arms around me.

bada-da bada-da BUMP!

-B.M

Blurred by blades of raindrops,
wading silent in my sorrow,
ugly miles of beautiful places
lie between loss.

As my heart's season ends,
all the wrong words mean little
clinging to soaked sleeves
and snapshot love.

An un-shy sun avoids my stony glare,
knowing an angry thunder
screams throughout my heart,
and the land.

the snow falls down
and covers the ground
spin spin spin around

A Child's First Christmas Snow

covering the pane
it's frost not rain
coming up the lane

Santa Claus...Ho Ho Ho

powdery snow sifts
gently into drifts
as children open gifts

In Front of the Fire's Warm Glow

Towering columns of thickening fog
were billowing into the skies.
Something was wrong, and spooking my dog.
Nature had war in its eyes.

"Best we get back", as the wind got to blowing,
and trees came alive in the gale.
Failing, we stumbled as danger was growing
in darkness, and lightning, and hail.

Everything spun and it didn't get better.
It wasn't the "Wizard of Oz".
The one I remember had popcorn, it's wetter
and colder than that ever was.

I'll miss that ol dog, (it was Molly, not Rover).
She saved me, she did, the ol lass.
Oh she isn't dead, she's just two counties over,
I haven't got money for gas.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll jump on the horse.
I'm hoping to find her today.
I'd leave her a flake, but I gotta find worse,
the old barn that had covered the hay.

The sky was awful clouded
Couldn't do nothin about it
As I headed home to see my country kin

A bitter nip, it filled the air
But Oh Lord, I didn't care
It's another Kentucky Christmas, Again!

Jingle bells and shot gun shells
That describes our kind so well
Add some bourbon balls for Christmas Cheer!!

Let's all watch the Wildcat game
Ya know your neighbor's doin the same
That's how we do our winters here!!

And when that magic day arrives
After church we come alive
Sharing Christmas Spirit through our town!!

Breaking bread rememberin' dead
Praising God and bowin' heads
Nothing like a Kentucky Christmas to be found!!

And when our day is finished,
Our love is not diminished,
We gather together and pray....

Oh Lord we Thank You
Once again Your love shines through...
You blesed us with the most joyous day!!

Hi! I'm a new player in the game.
Here's mine....

Cold the Way It's Not Supposed to Be
It was cold the way its not supposed to be
In south Texas, the way of colder climes
And frozen windchimes cracking high C’s
And dreaming of the warmth of the ocean
A warm salt bath and white sand beneath the toes
Of sunshine and cute girls in little thongs, who knows
What a night in a place like that is like?
Rio de Jaineiro and the clubs bump like thunder
And here I am in cold South Texas, freezing under
Too many layers, too many clothes, the gross fake heat
And the bloody noses from dry air, stuck contacts on my eyes
No way to feel the natural heat of life when everything’s ice.

It was cold the way I hate it to be sometimes
In South Texas, a Siberian Express dropping Arctic chill
Making the shadows freeze as they lurk under hills
By curving roads made for summer cruising and fall losing
Leaves like feathers molting into glorious plumage
I can’t go nowhere, the bike’s too cold to ride
And the sun doesn’t warm, like a freezer’s inside
I don’t want this anymore, I miss my tropical pulse
The hot throb of summer’s lazy drum beat, an evulsion
Of the anti of this cool paleness chilling the dark heat.

I held my hands to the sky, reaching for the nuclear fusion
That heats my life, that powers my soul and I beg it above
To heat the day and make the cold run like a kicked dog.
I held hands to the sky and pleaded for the radiant fire to come down
And chase this pale rider from my sight
This pale rider’s death from the cold, bone chilling thief
Of heat, of joy and passion and hot pulsing in the warm night
I hate the cold, the way it wears you down at the end of a long day
Its the temperature of spite, the way passion cools away
And I can’t stand it anymore.
Where is my sun, my love, my life?
Take this cold away.
Take this pale rider and his thief of heat
Stealer of heartbeats
Taker of passions
Leaving ashen skin and chapped lips.
I huddle in the fragile warmth of layers
Restricted, tied, hidden like lost prayers
Praying for the heat again.

Today…
I went walking in the snow.
The snow was deep.
It was hard to go.
Find balance to keep.
I slowed to a wobble. It wasn’t so tough.
The sunshine was beautiful!
The ploughed field was rough.

I found a trail that tried not show.
It wasn’t a sheep.
It had more glow and made no bleep.
The wobble slowed but it was not enough.
I had to go back!
I dropped a muff.

The winter wind did not blow
I heard no peep to over throw
Saw no hills that were too steep.
I hoped I would not slow and snuff.
Beside the trail I found balance and all that stuff.

Good Night

The scent of evergreens
Hushed by the whisper of fallen snowflakes;
Our memories lay frozen.
Spinal cords to our histories
Collect semi-frozen rain like dust.

A small boy sweeps window panes with the sleeve of a turtleneck.
Tongue sweeps across lips in anticipation,
You can taste happiness in the air
As dead sap drips from the wingtips of ornament angels.
Grandma’s cookies accentuate sounds of childish laughter,
High-pitched giggles which chase the sweet smell of lust
Drifting around the corners of an imagined territory.
The house dog wears last winter’s sweater
And watches spirits float silently past grieving widows.

Young children smile brighter than plastic stars,
Hoping for the next funeral to happen sooner.
Our spirituality rests peacefully in a commercialized grave.
Under the shade of gigantic rotting skeletons,
How-to books on selling souls wait to be unwrapped and placed on shelves.
It is fate and free will which determines its use.

Destiny tempts the hand of “God”
To demonstrate judgment in winter solstice.
A lunar eclipse redder than blood
Struts across constellations in high-heels.
When her nuclear foot touches Earth,
Warheads streak across the blanket of night;
Fireworks in December are spectacular.

Souls shoot past the illusion of conclusion
And leave forget-me-not notes to dead men walking.
Game Over flashes across pimply faces,
Quarters aren’t needed.
Try again next time.
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night.

reply to post by prepared4truth


I like this a lot. If I could give you an applause I would.

Rice pillow in the microwave
Hot chocolate on the stove
Kitty snuggled in my down blanket
I'm cozy in my cove.

I am not so great at this craft and I posted at first my crappiest draft.
Here is the poem I should have been showin.


Today…
I went walking in the snow
The snow was deep
It was hard to go
Find balance to keep
I slowed to a wobble. It wasn’t so tough
The sunshine was beautiful!
The ploughed field was rough

I found a trail that tried not show
It wasn’t a sheep
It had more glow
and made no bleep
The wobble slowed. It wasn’t enough
I had to go back!
I had dropped a muff

The winter wind did not blow
I heard no peep
to over throw
where hills were steep
Moving forward never to snuff.
Beside the trail!
Is where I find balance and all great stuff