Best Contestants Poems
Gwen’s contest sure gave me lots of trouble,
The entries made me laugh on the double,
As I have a cold
I laughed, cried and rolled,
Until alas, I blew a snot bubble!
Thanks to Gwen and all you contestants for the entertainment! Loved this contest!
Hearing talented young voices provides such pleasure
In our quest for America’s latest idol treasure
Next year the judging panel will not be the same
The man we love to hate will leave for bigger game
What will it be like without the infamous scowl
Of the Brit who tells it like it is -- Simon Cowell
“That was simply dreadful,” says he with a wry smirk
“You came off karaoke; it just didn’t work.”
Randy asks, "Yo, Dog, what's with the off-key pitches?"
Ellen’s there for laughs; she leaves us in stitches
Kara strokes her long, brown hair, bats her lashes too
Asks Casey to remove his shirt, flirts as he follows through
But Simon never offers consolation prizes
Contestants' egos crash down as their anger rises
If he tells Big Mike he sounds karaoke
We may find Simon adrift in the Okefenokee
Choosing a replacement will surely not be easy
Adam Lambert? Paula's return? Oh, it makes us queasy
Simon will be missed, the show will suffer ratings
Viewers may depart for loss of the man they’re hating
Overly Particular Judges:
What to submit
Only Sonnet form accepted.
Must be a sonnet ( 14 lines - 10 syllables per line. Rhyme scheme : ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)
Must include all 3 lines as below:
Ginger Beer is a tonic
Flotsam and jetsam are marked on the ship
The imp skipped merrily.
These three phrases MUST be included in your sonnet.
Please bold them to be easily seen when judging.
I am looking for intellectual thought waves throughout the poem, particularly on your consideration of what causes tides to come in and go out.
Fresh ideas will be rewarded. Tired descriptions that have been over used will not be rewarded. Think of new ways to describe things.
The title of your poem is your choice. Add SV to the end of the title.
Have fun. 35 poems will be accepted and my time limit will be one week from today. Once your poem is entered it cannot be seen by other poets until judging has been completed.
First Prize, trophy Second to tenth, Glory
Preparing Your Entry
Submit one copy of your poem online. Format your poem. Please make your entry easy to read — no illustrations or fancy fonts.
English Language
Poems should be in English. Poems translated from other languages are not eligible unless you wrote both the original poem and the translation.
A Note to Poetry Contestants
You are welcome to enter this contest, whether or not you won a prize in one of my previous contests.
Nature held a Beauty Pageant
Guess who was crowned a crest?
A flowery green meadow was the stage and rostrum
Watch who won the contest.
Well, the peacock from India was crowned beauty King
The bird of paradise from New Guinea became Beauty queen.
And last but not least was the Indian tiger, runner up
But care he for beauty that he might as well sup?
And what care any of them
for accolades, crown or cup?
Other contestants were the gorgeous leopards
and the flimsy beauteous butterflies
They'll be crowned
next time around.
For beauty tis rich in supplies.
But nature-lovers alone applauded the flamboyant winners
who gaily stood upon the flora
They did come out with 'flying colors'
Around them nature's beauty an aura.
Miss world bird of paradise yet unaware of her placing
The peacock endowed by God a crown
They might never know of this showcasing
At our staring, gawping, they might just frown!
Then there are those unsung unawarded yet perfect beauties
both among mortals and animals
who join no display contests nor pageants
yet are undeniably glamorous nonetheless
for beauty ain't exclusive
to önly beauty contestants.
Hello, my most esteemed poets,
I am trying an experiment that I believe has not been done here on the PS site. I have posted a new poetry contest called "The Prismatic Self: A Gauntlet of Mirrors within the Arena.".
The JUDGES have now been selected:
1. Lin Lane
2. Ink Empress
3. Duke Beaufort
4. Vanya Evangeline
5. Anne Winter
6. Hiya Sharma
7. Andrea Dietrich
8. Daniel Rodgers
Since only one person can view the contest, all contestants' submissions will be distributed between the group for input and ratings. When the contest is complete and we have the final list of winners, we will have personal insights from all the judges for each winner and all honorable mentions.
Thank you for your time and patience
Blessings,
Daniel
speech and debate team members
competed every week
new schools, new judges, input sought
national finals at Niagara University
eleven hundred contestants
vying for trophies worth their weight in gold
mix up the meter, don't stress the rhyme
select a "poem" that would be unique
then give it your own tweak
casting Longfellow and Whitman aside
I emulated Walter Brennan’s voice
reading “The Lorax” by Dr. Seuss
in finals judging was stiff
but I gave them a laugh or two
nabbing a fourth place
first time Monmouth ever had a winner
riding home, we cheered and laughed
Old Lorax’s environmental message won favor
*Entry for Joe’s “Contest Contest”
True story
Adulthood
A big “Mazel Tov” to the bride and groom
Blushing and sweating, each smiling face
Loud, hearty cheers go up across the room
Here’s two new contestants for life’s big race!
A union in fate’s journey together
There will always be problems, there’s no doubt
Even when you’re two birds of a feather
If you’ve got a spouse, you’ll never run out!
Work and home life just add more of the same
Now I dare you to add kids to the mix
If you’d once enjoyed adult fun and games
All free time you had just got the deep six
Think you don’t look slick? No need to abort.
Adulthood’s a strictly amateur sport!
5/7/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Muddy face band and tin-tin man breaking bad
Game of thrones, constants and variables
Contestants variant, variously able, paid under the table
Save it Larry, your speeches are not reliable
We see your Mr Cain, presentable, but is Cain able?
After what you did your reputation is wrecked
Big crowds but little acceptance, the proof is undeniable
But the underlying logic isn't, we were roped in
Gathered and forayed but duds, useless bombs dropped in
Spy-bots and lover gloves and drones flying past
Avalanches and snow fall, dictators rise and fall
Don't look now, but a new Dawn is upon us just now
I saw her in sitting in a lilac dress, counting exes
And memes rose and handlers bayed for blood
Thug angels unite, it's a season for settling scores
But whoever is directing this show will make the final call
Last laugh, best laugh kind of stuff
In a world where tempers always freeze and thaw
It was bad, thunder, rain and lightning
But the powers above the powers still heeded your call
Elsewhere across the divide, his demands denied
Little old rocket man explodes, guffaws over evil designs
I'll blow you mofo's to hell, and winks at a floating butterfly
I was only kidding. But I'm serious, I'm reaching for Aquarius
It's easy to catch his drift, he's furious
Little big man with small big dreams, call him nefarious
But I don't see how name calling is going to save us
You don't have to have gone to DeVry
Konigsberg in old Prussia had of bridges just seven,
A distressing fact to the Konigsbergers since their rival had eleven.
To distract from their angst, the Mayor made up a game,
The winner of which would surely achieve great lasting fame;
The goal: to walk over the seven but each only one time.
For they thought such a walk would be ever so sublime.
So they tried and they tried, but success was denied,
An embarrassing failure the Konigsbergers couldn't hide.
For while the contestants could always walk over six, each
Would then find the seventh was just out of reach.
But one day the famed Leonhard Euler came to town,
And he looked at their bridges and described what he found.
“I’ve added, subtracted. multiplied and divided,
And after much thought, this is what I’ve decided:
In view of Koenigsberg’s bridge distribution,
Mathematically this problem has no solution."
"If you had six bridges or eight, or even twenty-one,
There is a solution and your contest be won.
But with seven it can’t.
Now please excuse me, I’m going off to see
Immanual Kant
To discuss philosophy.”
This so depressed the poor Konigsbergers
That they went into therapy with eminent doctors.
And they never did learn that their Konigsberg story
Would later become famous in mathematical hist'ry.
Many
contestants;
great,
small,
experts,
novices.
Many
entries;
masterworks,
masterpieces,
chef d'
oeuvres,
magnum
opuses,doggorels.
Well
experienced
Judges
with
wonderful
tastes for
poetry,
Ready and
eager to
have my
lines
examined.
With my
blunt
pencil and
grandpa's
dictionary,
I worked
hard to
pen down
this
doggerel.
With my
grain of
faith I
thought it
could win
me a prize;
How
wrong i
was! Oh
what
vanity!
I should
have
known
this earlier,
This is a
contest i
just can't
win.
With notes shredding ears homicidal,
contestants squawk madly to sidle
despite what they lack
they keep flocking back
to die on American Idol.
The centre of the wedding ring has seen some of the greatest fights
Set off by the wedding bells
Shiny and sparkling, its aesthetics deceiving
By invitation only,
The contestants are lovers, often newlyweds
Candidates for eternal love and happiness
But finding only bitterness
Insecurity, jealousy, pride, ego and masculinity encircles the ring
Culture, infidelity, entangles the ring
Unforgiveness, doubt and resentment are all inscribed above
On a magic carpet ride into a spiral downward dive
A holy battle of the sexes
It doesn’t have any, but the families can be found in their corners
The gloves are off...cheap shots and elbows
There are no rules, no referee...low blows,
Anything goes
The ring is the price of ‘love’ proudly worn
Bringing doubt to what’s already won
The bouts are designed to test its dexterity
‘Fools rush in’ to divorce their opposite stupidity
The ring symbolising an unbreakable, everlasting relationship
Often loses its sentimental value, to end up at a pawnshop
Or on the other ring finger, a mere fashion accessory of dull memory
An expensive piece jewellery of unholy matrimony
‘for better or worse
till death do us part’
A tale I'll tell in happy rhyme
Of Old town geezer, Uncle Buck,
His ugly mutt, well past its prime,
And of his ugly, rusty truck.
The people of the town, in jest,
And seeking winter blues to ban,
Devised a bold and fun contest -
A uniquely entertaining plan.
'Whosoever claims he owns
The most unsightly dog and truck
Will have the right to claim the throne'
A worthy prize, thought Uncle Buck.
A fair was held in early spring
On downtown lake of frozen ice
Where men from near and far did bring
Their trucks and canids to the site.
A parade ensued of vision foul
Each sight more awful to behold.
But when they saw Old Buck's they howled
'That is the ugliest one all told! '
And so, the challenge it was won -
Of all contestants, Uncle Buck
Would prove he could not be outdone
He owned the ugliest dog and truck.
July 13, 2015
Force Within
Date: Tue, Dec 1 2015 at 7:10 PM
I lost my lil Brother to the *Violence"
An my First Cousin to the streets *Environment"
Got a Cousin doing Three Counts of "Life"
So I'm using Three Times the "Might"
To Climb Mountain "Heights"
With Three Times the "Strife"
An Four Times the *Hype"
That *Excites"
My "Motivation"
That Strikes my "Acceleration"
Focus is the word my Father always "Incinerated"
So Focus is always in my Mind "Condensating"
It Heightens my "Concentration"
Lost my Best Friend from Gang "Retaliations"
I'm still here so Redemption is mine for "Undertaking"
I'm A Aries & "Taurus"
On @ "Voyage"
My Cusp Of Power I'm "Absorbing"
My Success I will "Torrent" with "Torments"
And All Contestants I'm "Ignoring"
They All Challengers to the "Victorious"
Around me The Solar System "Orbits"
That keeps "Orbiting"
I bring Light in the Insight in my "Thesaurus"
My Spirit starts A "Metamorphous" with a "Metamorphosis"
My Spirit "Transforming" & "Evolving"
A "Trinity" inside me "Revolving"
So many haters it's "Caution" in the "Wind"
"Exalting" my shots with God in the "Gym"
They all Net now they don't Talk to the "Rim"
This Star Wars the Force is "Within"
The contestants gathered short and tall
Two-headed mutants lined the wall
Aliens from galaxies far away
Rehearsing, should they win, what they would say.
Some stood naked, though you couldn’t tell
Others wore apparatus and suits so swell
I heard one contestant shouting, as he drew his sword,
"You will NEVER win the Spaceman Of The Year award!"
"I will SO!”, replied the Scorp with one eye,
“But since you’re so smart, why not share with me why?”
“It’s obvious”, replied the first, clenching his eight fingered fist,
"You haven't the love of humanity for it!!!"
“What does humanity have to do with this all-alien ball?
SpaceMAN is a term that encompasses us all.
Humans are not the only special race,
Every traveler from space has shown up in this place.”
The Phlaglon turned red biting his upper two-lips,
The best he could come back with was, "Get OFF my spaceship!"
Then the lights started to dim and the spot-light came on,
They started to play The Spaceman of the Year, Victory Song.
The two aliens stared each other in the eye(s),
Each one hoping they would win the prize,
But when the announcement was made and the winner was a Grup,
They shook their five hands and had a drink to make up.
Entry in the Poems to Movie contest