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Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« on: March 21, 2008, 07:44:54 PM »
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One of the entries for the 'Praise Poem Challenge' was posted in the invitation thread rather than PM'd and I overlooked it. It was posted well before the deadline so I've decided to include it anyway.

This is why the poll was temporarily suspended and reset to zero. If you have already voted, please recast your vote.

Voting has been extended to Thursday, April 17 to allow time for people relocating or away on holiday to cast or recast his or her votes. My apologies for any inconvenience.


Thank you.

~Deb

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Hello Folks!

We have a great turnout for this poetry challenge. I have been Happy Dancing all over the place.

We have entries from new members and entries from the Old School Gang, all diverse and personal praise poems. For a few, this is the first time entering a challenge. Be awed, or whatever it is you like to be and vote on your favorite three.

For some people, just the act of posting a poem and stepping out of the proverbial comfort zone is terrifying. On top of that, not many of us are comfortable exposing ourselves (or our pets)  in a praise poem. You have my deep admiration and appreciation. Best of luck to you all. Thanks to everyone who submitted! Thanks to all of the voters as well!

Behold and enjoy not only the offerings, but also the people behind the praise and pens. This will be a difficult choice. They are all thought provoking and interesting poems.

Thank you.

~Deb
« Last Edit: April 18, 2008, 06:07:33 PM by Symphony »
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

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Re: Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« Reply #1 on: March 21, 2008, 07:48:41 PM »
POEM 1

                 Untitled

I am the daughter of Gena Tabor and Arlis Wright
Listed in that order for a reason
I am an American
Kansas sunflower
As far as I can trace it
My ancestors came from
Germany, Ireland, England
One of them died on the Mayflower
One of them founded Bauer, Iowa
Forever ago

My eyes are green as an evergreen forest
And just as haunted
I'm entirely too smart for my own good
My little brother calls me egghead
He's just jealous

I'm short like my mother
But I'm no small obstacle
I have light skin that does not like the sun
One of my many nicknames is Sunshine

I'm playful as a puppy
Until someone steps on my paw
Then I'm a tiger
With a mean
Right cross


« Last Edit: March 21, 2008, 08:05:33 PM by DGSquared »
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

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Re: Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« Reply #2 on: March 21, 2008, 07:51:48 PM »

POEM 2

                                                                            Paean of Praise

     My gene pool swam the ocean from Ireland to the USA.
     Speakeasies during Prohibition let the painter feed his family.
     Left with four young children after his bride's untimely death.
All this is my past.

     Always laughing, telling tall tales, playing the fiddle.
     Accustomed to Illinois winters with snows so unlike home.
     Holding his family together against all odds.
All this is my past.

     Tall – at least in the eyes of his children.
     Daddy and Hero merged as one.
     The only parent still able to shelter his precious loves.
All this is my past.

     Sunny disposition even in his grief.
     Hopeful and trusting in a God who stayed nearby to help.
     Vivacious and companionable to friends and family.
All this is my past.

     Cuddly as a bear to four lost children.
     Protective as a lioness to four lost children.
     Entertaining as a monkey to four lost children.
All this is my past.

     Motherless children comforted by Mother Nature in disguise.
     Timeless sunshine glimpsed in the ever-present smile.
     Hidden tears that fall like rain.
All this is my past.

     I only met him once when I was but three months old.
     This hero, this father, this stubborn son of Ireland.
     He has spread his gift of love into every moment of my life.
All this is my grandfather.
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A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

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Re: Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« Reply #3 on: March 21, 2008, 07:57:41 PM »

POEM 3

Me.

You asked the question, that’s enough.
About the real me,
some personal stuff.
Should I begin with what’s in my heart?
No, I think not!

Thank my parents for raising me right
cooking, ironing,
I can do alright,
Sometimes I’m a scruffy git.
I won’t shave, don shorts
and don’t give a shit.

Out of work maybe a week or two.
The pounds in my bank?
There’s only a few.
No pensions, insurance or such.
I’m not a saver,
enjoy life too much.

Two eyes (of course) both blue,
you’ll see them smile when
I look at you.
I’m the kind of guy who cries at sad films,
for happy endings
my tear duct just fills.

Little things happen during the day.
a funny word,
or something you say.
I love to laugh, have a cheeky grin,
one that goes
with my double chin.

There’s a romantic streak in me,
I like to walk
down by the sea.
Compassion, passion, love that’s deep,
love me in return,
they’re yours to keep.

Caring words, loving deed,
these are things
most people need.
Sometimes I’m open, heart on my sleeve,
take me as I am,
or say “sorry” and leave.

Honesty and trust, feelings matter
Need to believe,
especially the latter.
Sometimes my temper goes,
but I need to be pushed,
so please don’t goad

There are times I get mad,
other times, I’m
down and sad.
Not very often, not for long,
understand awkward times,
we’ll get along.

Others need to have their space
I’m not prejudiced about
creed or race.
I accept people, respect their views,
an invitation from a stranger,
won’t be refused.

Not a religious freak, thank God,
sometimes church
gets my nod.
Meeting others is part of my life
never seek trouble,
avoid all strife.

Many important things in my life,
none of them more
than the love of my wife.
Whenever I am sent away,
you can bet I’ll be calling her,
every day.

It’s not what’s outside that counts.
Personality makes my
passion mount.
Not a stud, not the best guy in bed,
my best performance is here,
in my head.

Thought I was emotionally sound
but, loving someone’s not easy
I’ve found.
Keep my promises, expect the same,
if you don’t, please be ready
to explain.

I’m XX years of age,
as old, but not as wise,
as a sage.
Just an ordinary guy sitting here,
complete with all my hopes
and fear.

My brain still thinks I’m twenty three,
and that’s good enough
for me.
I look at my body and inside of me,
believe it or not,
I like what I see.

I enjoy my health, enjoy my life
I’m sorry this work is a little rife,
but,
if you take time to read all of this,
you’ll know more about me,
than you may wish.


"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

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Re: Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« Reply #4 on: March 21, 2008, 08:01:09 PM »

POEM 4

Any Man

I am a soldier and the son of a soldier.
My ancestors hale from who knows where?
I do know this:
if it had not been for wars one and two
I would not exist.

I belong to a tribe of cultural nomads.
We march out of step with others
blind to their heroes and princes.
We roam the fringes of society
explore the very outer edge of civilisation
so far off the radar
that 'Big Brother' can't touch us.

Let them keep their silly hats
their dreary songs and cultural gags.
My arbitrary siblings and I
relinquished our shot at eternity
sacrificed our places at God's right hand
in exchange for the right to be
wrong
and the promise of eventual quietude.

I'm short and fat and ugly
and tall and muscled
and handsome
and rich in a poor sort of way.
And all that ethereal reality, flashes by,
   and only slows
      momentarily
         when I fly.

I am defined by flight.
With eye and hand and foot
a controller of machines that refuse
to accept the shackles of Newton.

Look at me!
I look like any man.


"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

Blondesplosion! ~Deb

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Re: Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« Reply #5 on: March 21, 2008, 08:43:25 PM »

POEM 5


                                                    Autumn Child

                                             She was a child of Autumn
                                                  With an Aries rising,
                                    Dragged from her mothers dry birth canal.

                                     Her skin, olive, flawless, smooth, perfect.
                                   Her eyes, melted chocolate, magnetic magic.
                                     Echoes of Coroborees and distant shores.

                             All Gods creatures following, sheltering, playing, protected.
                                Childrens laughter, childrens games, childrens dreams.

                                Picking wild flowers, gathering mushrooms for the pot,
                                        A pre-schooler, how could an attraction be.
                                                     An uncles trust broken….

                                   Rebellion abounding, lashing, reacting, overbearing.
                            Wild nights drinking, fast cars driven, relationships discarded.
                                               Settling slowly, calming, healing.

                                           Babies now born to she who was born,
                           Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, a heart again battered and broken.
                                                The big black hole has taken over.

                                     Human nature, is survival, the fittest, the toughest.
                                           Locations change for the weary traveller,
                                               A different pillow for a weary head.
                                                  Light triumphs over dark…again.

                                             More children laughing, crying, growing.
                               Carving their paths into the unknown, as those before them,
                                                     The mother does the same.

                                New awakenings mean new beginnings to those who listen.
                                    Quiet your room, quiet your tongue, quiet your mind.
                                                                  Listen

                                      Angels whisper, guidance accepted, trust renewed.
                                            Red like the fire that forever burns inside,
                                         Wild, like unicorn, never needing to be tamed.

                                 Scars showing in a fight to prevent the world from hurting.
                                            Learning this is not my battle, is not easy.
                                                Everyone travels their own journey,
                                           Chooses their own forks in the road of life.
                                                      What will my next fork be?

                                                          The thrill of the ride,
                                                          The wind in my hair,
                                                       The bounce in my step….
                                                                 I am ready.

"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

Blondesplosion! ~Deb

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Re: Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« Reply #6 on: March 21, 2008, 08:45:42 PM »

POEM 6

Born in Dublin,
Pooin’ and bubblin’,
Eyes pale grey
Swept dreams away,
Ringlets unfurled
A tantrummed world,
Quick temper ruled,
Expressions schooled,
Secret lives
Abound. Love thrives,
Then found the stage
And came of age,
A friend forever,
Loyal, clever,
Tries her best
To combat stress,
One goal allowed:
To make kids proud,
One imperfection?
Lacks perfection.
Sombre fluff?
Never good enough!
Eats well to stall
Cholesterol.
Ready to listen
When sorrows glisten
Always learning,
Ever yearning,
Heart of gold,
And few lies told,
Misses Dad
(Still sad!)
Stubborn ass,
Soul of glass,
Worrier, frets,
But few regrets.
Mad as a hatter,
But what does it matter?
Believes in faeries,
Avoids wheat ‘n dairies,
Always a smile,
Will go extra mile!
You need me? I’ll come,
Your leprechaun chum,
Who could this be?
Why, me!                               
« Last Edit: March 21, 2008, 08:59:40 PM by DGSquared »
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A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

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Re: Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« Reply #7 on: March 21, 2008, 08:53:09 PM »
 
POEM 7

Mad Cat's Love Song (to herself)
by Cato Sooty Howler, Siamese extraordinaire (with apologies to Sylvia Plath)

Love matters more to me than food; though I'm well fed
it simply means there's more cat to enjoy.
I think I made me up inside my head.

I take the ribbing for my weight, and though I shed
I let my human swing me like a toy.
Love matters more to me than food, but I'm well fed.

And though my claws are healthy, I don't shred
the furniture: such ill-bred pranks are for the hoi polloi.
I think I made me up inside my head.

With silky fur and snuggley purr, I nest in bed.
And though I get smushed between her and her boy
love matters more to me than breath. I am well fed,

but bring my human juicy mice - half-dead -
so she can have her own hunt to enjoy.
I think I made me up inside my head.

The multiverse has never seen a cat so fine, it's said.
I give my human such demented joy,
because I love love most of all - and I'm well fed.
I think I made me up inside my head.
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

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Re: Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« Reply #8 on: March 21, 2008, 08:54:51 PM »

POEM 8

ME
----

Im blonde and all of five feet four
Under Aries,Mars,planet of war

Told that I have Viking eyes
Which came as quite a surprise

My blood is French,Black and Jew
So my colours are of every hue

When I love it is with a passion
And that I will never ration

Im bad,sometimes good,even nice
and try to  listen to sound advice

Classic,jazz, and blues I adore
In the mood, I will come back for more

I would love to write a great story
So that one day it may bring me glory

This is me,a wife,mum and gran
Very small in God's great plan
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

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Re: Poetry Challenge #11 : Feast Your Eyes and Vote Here!
« Reply #9 on: March 21, 2008, 08:58:07 PM »

POEM 9

Who am I?

Who am I, what am I,
do I know? I wish I knew.

Never -ending quest,
a parched thirst for
the unexplored vastness
of my mind.

Am I the little girl
born in a lonely island,
playful and joyful
though rebellious?

As free as a bird
I wanted to fly ,
pierce the sapphire sky;
free rein for life on high,
Freedom from all
no work, live or die.

Beauty amid the colours of life,
masterful painting of nature
In front of the eye;
Breath into one-life
smashing the outer shell
Mighty prison of mind;
am I in a  trance or a dream,
am I ready to leap so far?

Peel off my husk,
put me through the mill,
amid the grist is nothing,
but my awareness.

My path out of
timeless night
leads me to the bursting
daylight of Now,

Storm clouds,
so dark and thick,
never affect
that sapphire sky.

They can appear and disappear
at will.
Nothing matters
but the limitless presence.

Sensing the essence
of infinite-self;
I never bargained,
on this journey.
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

Blondesplosion! ~Deb

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« Reply #10 on: April 02, 2008, 11:19:47 PM »

POEM 10


                                                                               Tamalot
 

                                                         There is a place in Orland that I know, where
                                                             Everyone in town will want to go stare.
                                                           So very serene, the grass is oh! so green.
                                                               And here is where he loves that girl.
                                                                         Sir Ronald loves…his…
                                                                              Tam’ra…a lot!

                                                            So Ronald’s made it perfectly clear, here:
                                                        The climate must be perfect all the year, here.
                                                         His law was made a distant moon ago, HERE:
                                                                July and August cannot be too hot.
                                                            And there’s a legal limit to the snow, here
                                                                               At Tamalot!

                                                                  I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
                                                          But in Tamalot that’s how conditions are.

                                                          The rain may never fall ’til after sundown,
                                                           By 8:00 the morning fog must disappear.
                                                                    In short, there’s simply not
                                                                        A more congenial spot
                                                                   For happ’ly ever aftering, than
                                                                           Here…in…Tamalot.

                                                                                 Tamalot!
                      
« Last Edit: April 03, 2008, 12:17:34 AM by DGSquared »
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

Blondesplosion! ~Deb