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  1. Banzai

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

    Mar 31, 2007
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    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (138) - Light Reflected in Water

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Jan 31, 2011.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Thirty Eight

    It's that time again. Hope you're feeling poetic!

    The Rules
    • All entries must be on the set theme.
    • Only one entry per member.
    • No editing of entries once posted without my express permission (i.e. PM me and ask).
    • Poems must be titled
    • Poems must be at least seven lines in length.
    • Entries must not have previously posted on the forums, and are not permitted to be posted for critique until AFTER the contest is completed.
    • Any violation of these rules will result in disqualification of entries, and possibly infraction.

    The entry stage will be open for six days, closing on Monday 7th February 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 3rd February 2011.

    And this week's theme is: Light Reflected in Water

    The next (139th) contest's theme will be: Nonsense Poems, and it will be opened on Monday 7th February 2011.

    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing.


    PS: If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me. I don't bite (much).
  2. jaywriting

    jaywriting Member

    Jan 27, 2011
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    Reflections On Water

    On a cool winter's day
    The river flows freely
    The ripples revealing
    A dirty cracked mirror

    I gaze down upon
    This chilly land of shadows
    Silhouettes are dancing
    And call me come nearer

    I see pictures painted
    In only one colour
    Still the painter will promise
    He might yet use another

    But this image is dull!
    My senses proclaim
    There is nothing to love
    In this land full of shades

    And so I walk and walk and walk.

    Wide hats and leather
    Dogs on a tether
    They just want to be friends

    Buggies and babies
    Two fat ladies
    Pumping off the pounds

    Footsteps then curls
    The face of a girl
    All of the world in her smile

    A motor running
    A man wrestling
    His mighty two wheeled foe

    The world in a rush
    I walk on to the hush
    I talk with my echo under the bridge

    Hazy and murky
    Polluted and dirty
    Once more the water returns my gaze

    Fancy a swim?
    Come dive in
    Not today I politely reply

    For if green were grey
    It would be grey all day
    In your drab flat world
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  3. Solar

    Solar Contributing Member Contributor

    Jan 27, 2011
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    Mountain cracks.
    Full green sturdy bristles -
    Bamboo shoots in spring.

    Mountain cracks.
    Dead brown flimsy top -
    Bamboo melts in winter.

    Old man digs.
    Thirty three roots collected -
    Only one is heard.

    Old man crafts Tengai.
    Bowl of grain. Moon in water -
    Nothing there.
  4. ScaryMonster

    ScaryMonster Active Member

    Jan 10, 2011
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    Helio’s Minuet

    Helio’s Minuet

    As I stand before the mizzen,
    the topgallant sails catch the
    ocean rhythm.

    And upon a distant line of vision,
    I spy the birth of wind, half risen.

    From a star touched well he’s
    risen, a lonely orb in an airless

    A clockwork god of grand precision,
    a fiery ball with rays of crimson.

    And within this brooding well, he
    drags the current and the ocean

    He moves the ships and lifts the
    gulls; he warms deck and cheers
    the souls.

    But within these tropic climes he lifts
    the winds and blows our minds.

    A minuet of sorts is born, feeding
    dark cyclonic storms.

    Convection rises, the storm is spent,
    and to the Sun our prayers are sent.
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  5. Novemberfire11

    Novemberfire11 New Member

    Sep 17, 2010
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    On the way to Pluto

    I stumbled here,
    Into woody claws
    Of contempt
    And the night.
    Oh mercurial nymph
    I beg the end of this downward flight.
    Into his arms you wept,
    No tongue to speak your regret.
    Yet his love kept you here
    Deep in the ravages of some forgotten place.
    Every night you seek the moon,
    Through the mists of the lake
    You reflect your pain.
    And she weeps with you,
    Collecting in secret,
    Your emerald tears.
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