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Post by champ103 on May 13, 2005 9:38:32 GMT -5
With two votes by the judges, joining the other contestants is PJ! Which means unfortunatley, we say goodbye to Akbar. You've done well to get this far, and you've written some wonderful poems! Well done! Now it's time for round for, where our remaining six contestans will write another poem, this time about the picture that they are given. Each of them will be given a dramatic and interesting picture, which they must base their poem on. Their poem must be in for Tuesday. ENNUI- "Midnight"PJ- "Take-off"AMBER- "Fire"PHEONIX- "Danger"JACK-JACK- "Lightning"VFD AUSTRLIAN MEMBER A- "Hostage"Good luck! When the contestant you're supporting posts their poem, you can then vote for them by sending a PM to me (username: Dupin) with the name of the person you'd like to vote. |
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Post by PJ on May 13, 2005 18:26:22 GMT -5
Wow, Pheonix and Annelise got hard ones.
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Post by Ennui on May 13, 2005 23:26:53 GMT -5
I quite like "Danger"...but "Midnight" is certainly full of possibilities...
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Post by A. the Returned on May 14, 2005 2:35:05 GMT -5
Wow, Pheonix and Annelise got hard ones. Why me?  Oh well, *gets poetic insight* I have an idea.  |
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Post by PJ on May 14, 2005 22:30:16 GMT -5
Here's mine. The inspiration came from a book called "The Last Vampire".
“Take Off”
I felt proud for mankind then,
When Apollo 11 was launched to the moon.
They had reclaimed their adventurous spirit, those men,
And I was thanked god for this boon.
I had traveled long and far, to see this glorious event,
And was not disappointed when the did launch,
Those few minutes where very well spent,
Despite the heat and light, I stood staunch.
You cannot imagine the power I felt,
As that rocket blasted off into space,
I was surprised the ground below did not melt,
I felt a wave of heat hit my unprotected face.
The whole ground shook, several people screamed,
But I merely laughed, for little scared me,
And my face positively beamed,
Then, there was a blast of light, and I could not see.
The ship flew up and pierced the dark night sky,
And all noise did then cease,
The rocket was already pretty high,
When I turned and went in peace.
Driving home, I realized something then.
The world was in the hands of those men.
And would be a better place for it.
-PJ
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Post by Phoenix 4242424242424242424242 on May 14, 2005 22:45:42 GMT -5
Wow, Pheonix and Annelise got hard ones. Ha ha. I thought you said something else...  Cool idea Dash, it's nice to have a change. Good one PJ, and Ennui, "Midnight" seems like a really cool pic to do a poem on. Good luck friends!! Here's my poem. DangerNo sweet pine trees,
To fill my shadows with their greeness.
To fill my head with purity.
Oh where did you go?
My sweetness?
Why did you stray,
So far away?
Don't you love me any more,
Am I too cold?
I am cold,
Now that you've gone.
What the hell is wrong
With these brainless twats?
Where did the respect go?
Why are they ruining,
The thing that catches them,
Every time they fall.
Beacause every time you trip,
There's something to save you.
But what if you turn against,
Your beloved saviour?
Then what happens?
Why is every breath
Causing my lungs to give away.
Why are there dangerous toxic fumes,
Swirling in the air,
For my precious darling to breathe?
Danger.
Can you hear it?
I can smell it.
Can you see it?
It's the devasation,
That tears through the land.
You wreak chaos,
Upon yourselves.
Danger.
I can feel you,
You the tingling sensation,
That tickles my throat,
Everytime I breathe you in.
"It is dangerous
To go beyond this limit
Because of explosive activity."
The explosive activity
Is you.
That sensation,
A burning desire
That feeds me to my insomnia.
Danger.
Living on the edge.
Waking up every morning
To a different routine.
Waking up every morning
To hear your voice.
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Post by A. the Returned on May 15, 2005 0:38:15 GMT -5
Very Nice PJ and Phoenix. This was a good idea with the pictures Dupin, but why did I get the hard one. Anywho my poem was reallt hard this week so um yeah here it is, sorry it isn't that good.
Hostage.
No way to run and nowhere to hide.
I’m trapped and now I know it.
Futile resistance I have tried
I’m held so I can’t blow it.
Gagged by this tape and bound by this rope
Helplessness I know too well
No plans of escape, I’ve lost all hope.
In my last days it’s here I dwell.
Rope binds my arms and love binds my heart,
I’m a hostage of your love
An escape from this room, just a start.
They say love will rise above.
My life is lost but my love is not,
They can take everything I own
Just to think of what I’ve got
Because this love I’ve made known.
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Post by champ103 on May 15, 2005 0:52:49 GMT -5
Annelise, what are you talking about? That was brilliant.
In fact, all three of the posted poems were so great!
You can now vote for either PJ, VFD AUSTRALIAN MEMBER A, or PHEONIX!
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Post by A. the Returned on May 15, 2005 1:00:00 GMT -5
Annelise, what are you talking about? That was brilliant. Thank you, I didn't like it that much because it took time unlike other poems that just come to me. |
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Post by Ennui on May 15, 2005 2:08:58 GMT -5
MIDNIGHT AT MY GATE
I bear a grudge.
A grudge against the gas lamp;
It usurps homage due to unspoilt dark;
Its brash, unstable, maundering light
Offends my pupils as I watch the night.
When Dusk, the quiet twin of flash Aurora
First drapes her mantle over English skies
Then is the hour to wander in the garden,
Caress the birches, seeming of wrought iron.
The mysteries grow softer as they blacken.
Softer, yet deeper, just as though
The Ocean and the Sky had changed partners.
Tonight is cloudy.
Clouds, to my eyes, look shrinking, pained, by day,
And relish the discretion night affords.
Like dowdy women they grin in their malice
And gloat to hide those courtesans, the stars.
A coach is passing; whether dead or wed
Or merely idlers resting ill-tried soles
I neither know nor care. I see it by the gas lamp.
The lamp no doubt believes it’s done good service
To show me this-banality,
Revealed by another such;
Disturbing my still Eleusinian midnight.
Claudius cried for light
When Hamlet’s play had gripped him in its vice.
If e’er my nephew disconcerts me so
I’ll holler for the dark.
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Post by Amber on May 15, 2005 3:06:39 GMT -5
Ennui, yours is really good!
I don't really like mine as I was stuck and I don't think it fits right, but never mind.
“Wait for me.”
“Don’t let me die.”
“It was only a joke.”
It was only a joke.
I run away from the flames.
They run from their games
“Wait for me”
Too late now.
I’m now free from the fires
But not from the liars
“Don’t let me die”
I’m sorry
It was only a stupid mistake.
But one I’d thought I’d never make.
“It was only a joke”
Not funny.
It was only a joke.
A twisted game
Arson gone wrong
A body without a name.
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Post by Ennui on May 15, 2005 3:12:40 GMT -5
I haven't quite got to the bottom of it, but very grim...good...
NEVER play with matches, children!
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Post by champ103 on May 15, 2005 3:15:28 GMT -5
Great poems, you two!
Now you can vote for:
PJ
VFD AUSTRALIAN MEMBER A
PHEONIX
AMBER
ENNUI
by sending a PM to me (username dupin) with the name of who you'd like to vote!
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Post by PJ on May 15, 2005 3:25:31 GMT -5
Great poems, you two! Now you can vote for: PJ VFD AUSTRALIAN MEMBER A PHEONIX AMBER ENNUI by sending a PM to me (username dupin) with the name of who you'd like to vote! Is that all now? Or is there still Jack-Jack left? Or did he drop out? I forget. |
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Post by champ103 on May 15, 2005 12:56:44 GMT -5
He's in, but he got a new puppy on Friday and is a bit occupied. Still, he's not saying it as an excuse: he's still hoping to get a poem up.
EDIT: Everyone is now up for the vote
EDIT: Results will be up on Wednesday
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Oh well, *gets poetic insight* I have an idea. 
