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 Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 9:25 pm
Ok, here's how it works, I give you a word, and you either have to write a poem, or a paragraph with the word included. The winner, for right now, gets put on a list and later on down the line, I will distribute some prizes.
The time limit: 1 Week (Sept 7th)
The rules: I don't care what you write about, even if it is highly romantic. I dig a lot of different types of things. Um, one more, DON'T EVER SAY YOU CAN'T WRITE... you all can write a monolouge sentance with the word I give you...
What I look for: Creativity, Sentance structure, grammar, the overall feel of it.
I do: Often times look at a piece that is essentially rubbish and I will somtimes think that it IS good, so don't ever rule yourself out of writing...
Past winners and word:
Daykurfin~ Firefly
Jehosaphat~ Antlers
This week's word: Beat
HAVE FUN!!!
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 5:19 am
Fourteen fickle fireflies
Speeding up the highway,
Giving light and warmth,
Everyone who sees them,
Gets a happy feeling,
The fireflies are glad.
Until they get hit by a car,
The windshield scrapings sure look sad.
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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 9:25 am
I sit in the middle of the desert, listening to the creakings of a spirit whose wild will possesses this wilderness.
And all of a sudden... the ebony trimmings of this moon-less night hushes all disturbances. It is as if all life has been extinguished, mine own included.
This indescribable feeling leaves me empty, without even the sight of my own hands, my own humanity to comfort me.
Is this death? Have I mistakenly wandered onto the shores of the River Styx? Has some malevolent creature taken hold of my hands that once pleasured others with its sound of the music it created, and made them to be my own betrayers?
Or rather, am I within the darkest reaches of my own soul? Is this some obstacle I have to face? My childhood fear of the dark returns to me.
I want to cry out for help, but I cannot find my voice. It is lost, like everything that I know and that has been stolen by the demon that dwells within the shadow of shadows.
As fear wells up within me and threatens to spill over, a firefly darts past my face that I did not even know was there. For a while, I can see for miles and miles, and at the end of the desert is a glorious reward that blinds my eyes with its magnificence. When I open my eyes again, I see the lone firefly rising up in the darkness to become a moon reflecting the promise at the end of the desert. For the time that is life with all its shadows, wraiths, and evil intentions, I will follow this dim light of hope 'til the end of the desert to the well that will quench all my thirsts and fears.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 2:34 pm
It was a peaceful summer night. Hardly anything could have been better. Sitting outside watching the fireflies dancing through the night. One particularly fearless one lands on my hand as I sit on the porch drinking my lemonade. I just sit there watching it until finally it decides to fly away. Normally I would just let it go, but something pulls me to chase after. All through the forested mountaintops and over the streams I chase after it until I slip on a rock and fall into a creek. As I begin to get up a hand suddenly comes out of nowhere and helps me up. One look at that face and I fell in love.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 8:47 am
Antlers in the woods and antlers in the 'hoods.
The antlers on the deer go round and round.
If you want to see some antlers, then get yerself a sleigh.
Strap some reindeers to it and look at them all day.
Feet, legs, front, neck,
Head, then the antlers.
Ah, glorious antlers. razz
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 12:39 pm
Liturgio galloped through the forest on his way to the watering hole. He had his head held high the whole way because it had been such a great day. His antlers had even begun to grow in a few weeks ago. There was something wrong, though, when he reached the river it was a reddish color and bodies of his fellow deer were lying everywhere. He was suddenly struck with a sharp pain as a bullet shot through his side and a hunter came out of the woods to steal his new antlers as his prize. How fragile life is. One minute you're on the top of the world and the next minute you're dead.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 3:23 am
This poem is read slowly, gaining speed. At the end tis uber-fast.
Move to the beat
Shuffle and shake your feet,
Move to the beat
I'm glad that we could meet,
Move to the beat
She really is so sweet,
Move to the beat!
That infernal, grinding beat!
Move to the beat!
My toast is whole wheat!
My lunch was a beet!
My friend's name is Pete!
I'm stepping on feet!
Move to the beat???!?!?!?!
I hate this song!
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 8:52 am
Told not to disobey,
told not to move a hair.
I know you'll be upset
but does it look like I care?
Forever lost in pity,
you're pathetic stare,
that makes me cry out loud,
brother do you care?!
Beat me like an object,
beat me like a drum,
wait 'till you're found on the side of the road,
filled to burst with rum.
biggrin
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 12:58 pm
The rowers' arms began to ache was they continued to row simultaneously to the reverberating beat of the drum in the back of the ship. Where they were going none of them knew. They just went where the wind and sea sent them. All they wanted was to escape the problems of the land they had left. If they could just find a place where they could beat the poverty, war, and persecution they would be happy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 12:34 pm
Walking over to the counter, a young girl set down her bowl. "Okay, what do I need to do?" Scanning down a page in her old and tattered recipe book, she pursed her lips. Where had she left off? "Okay, I was...here!" she exclaimed, finding where the book told her to whip some cream and sugar together. Reading what came next, she walked over to a drawer and pulled out an egg beater. Her eyes dancing merrily, she returned to her bowl and set the beater in the liquid mixture. She snatched two eggs from the carton and cracked them into a seperate glass dish. Throwing the remnants of shell into a pile some distance from her workplace, she double checked to make sure there were no shell pieces in the eggs. Smiling, she dumped the two into the mixng bowl and took up the beater again. "Prepare to meet your maker!" she cawed as she began to beat the eggs.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 12:54 pm
I walk around,
Searching for a beat,
Running through the street,
Barefooted,
My,
Poor,
Feet,
I can still hear his heart,
Beating for me,
Waiting for me,
It,
Is,
Saying,
Be there for me,
I have too be there,
Before it's to late,
Don't stop your heart beat,
I'll be there just you wait,
Run,
Running
Stop a disaster,
For you too live,
I have to go faster,
Breathe for me,
Eternal love we have,
Alive, stay for us because,
Time won't stop for us
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:29 am
Uuuuuuuummmm...Is this contest over yet?
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 9:06 pm
Dance to the beat.
Let it flow through your feet
Never stop this feeling
It's great to be livin'
Have you ever seen the day
When people stop their work and say,
"Do you hear the beat of the earth this day?"
When you do tell the people to follow the beat
Let it flow through their feet
Never stop them feeling
That it's great to be livin'
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 5:45 pm
Of a time not once forgotten
Never to be shown
The world revolves without solution
Where the hatred has always grown
In a world where sinners walk
Among the living dead
This little world I speak of
Is in everybody's head
Lonely and forgotten
Are the memories we shared
Of past, present, and future
Of life without a care
Beat or be beaten
In this world so unfair
For another lifetime may never come
And time won't even care
Time stops for no one
And the beat of your heart is steady
Waiting for you is a task in itself
And I'm losing you already
Unfair and betrayed
Is how you relinquished me
You may always get your way
But I'll never be what you want me to be
NOTE: I wrote this in about one minute, and it came off the top of my head. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do!! Ususlly when I write, I need inspiration such as a painting or a song without words and I waste a lot of paper but surprisingly, this poem turned out to be pretty darn good......(I saved a lot of trees by not wasting paper! wink lol)
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 3:27 am
Okay okay, good for trees, but doesn't anyone notice Miss Bassist hasn't been here a while, and this contest was supposed to end Sept. 7?
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