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  1. Banzai

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

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    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (223) - Architect

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Jan 21, 2013.

    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred and Twenty Three

    If you want to make a good start to your writing year, the poetry contest is always a good place to start.

    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
    • 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 28th January 2013.

    The voting stage will begin immediately and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 31st January 2013.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of Admin) Architect

    The next (223rd) contest's theme will be (courtesy of Timewalker): Writing a Poem and it will be opened on Monday 28th January 2013.

    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. Darkkin

    Darkkin Reflection of a nobody Contributor

    Jun 21, 2012
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    Following the footprints in the sand...
    Of Wright

    Stark, neat...
    An adjective gone.
    No adverb...
    A word done wrong.

    Linear, organized.
    Concise and excised.
    A tract of words.
    In a technical form.

    Wright style lines...
    Angles at ninety...
    A grade of seven degrees, but no more.
    A medium of stone, of ink...

    Clean lines, details bright.
    Much more chaotic,
    Than the style of Wright.
  3. Drusy

    Drusy Senior Member

    Jan 8, 2013
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    Young Mabeline sat and imagined her castle -
    Two turrets and towering walls,
    As mounds of green grass and blue sparkling water
    Trailed down from the thundering falls.

    “What are you building” her mother soon asked
    Of young Mabeline crouched on the floor.
    “I’m building a moat and inside of it, mother,
    I’m building my castle’s great door.”

    “I’m building a home for my teddy, dear mother,
    And the dolly with only one arm
    For the elephant there on the shelf all alone
    And my piggy who hasn’t a farm.”

    “I’m building a palace of small plastic bricks
    All in yellow and red and bright blue
    I’m building a dream, mother dearest of mine,
    For them and for me and for you.”
  4. henmatth

    henmatth Member

    Jan 21, 2013
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    Just a few of my words...

    It was a slow process
    A creation of something so stiff, so... geometrically correct
    The pencil retraced lines
    creating rooms, stairwells, specific selects

    A timely manner, but worthwhile endeavor
    "A Peice of History" they'd say
    An artwork that people could wear down
    And after they're gone, there it would stay

    Not just a building- a skyscraper
    Not just an office- an outreach to the sky
    Another part of New York City
    A physical place, of humans rising high

    We'll build tall things to show our status
    Weald them with sweat and fire
    Make them strong to show our strength
    Left there to sit there and inspire
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