I went to a catholic school,
was made to heed, conform and obey;
oh, those nuns could be so nasty and cruel.
they even forced us to make up sins and pray.
I was trapped in a dark place,
a place where being CReAtiVe was a disgrace;
so I wore a mask of- I am happy on my face,
but, inside I was a butterfly just dying.
Though, in time I broke free and was flying,
letting my artistry soar- sighing;
writing poetry, yet still conforming to a rule,
but when inspiration hits me I admit- I stray.
Imagination and inspiration I embrace,
my past CoNForMiTy- I am not denying;
so, why am I crying, crying, crying . . .
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November 4, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/A Trapped Butterfly
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1082-696-04
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, CReAtiVe CoNForMiTy
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 11/2018
Fifth Place
Creativeness...conformity...a pair
that go together just like night and day,
as one supports the other to declare
a unity and balance, that must say
there's planning in a poem to be great
with use of forms for rhythm, meter, rhyme;
to soften words, with music must collate,
tho some commit to flow, discarding chime.
There's planning in a work of art; no doubt
a painting, sculpture, shows a balanced form.
The curves and shapes, tho varied, even out...
free-flowing shapes to unity conform.
Creativeness...conformity...a team
for poets, sculptors, and each artist's dream.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Creative Conformity
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 11/11/2018
Conformity: meaning accord, balance, harmony, order, unity
Creative Conformity, an oxymoron.
No other explanation for I cannot fathom this term in any other way
What has already been, cannot be construed as creative.
And conformity has been done
And done
And done
And done
And done.
Overdone, to the point of ridiculousness.
Nothing creative about it.
If you ask me.
But what do I know?
I am only a poet,
An artist,
A painter,
A designer,
And a dreamer.
So please
Do not ask me.
Go inside your heart
And get the answer.
Written 10-09-2018 Contest: Creative Conformity
Sponsor: John Lawless
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Paul Callus ~ 24th Oct 2015
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
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A BRIAN STRAND VISUAL Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsor Brian Strand
October 16, 2015
For the contest, Creative Layouts, ~First Place~
sponsor, Broken Wings
Are You Skew-Whiff?
Are you feeling rather skew-whiff?
Awkwardly placed and standing?
upside-down
back to front
inside out
topsy - turvy
Are your senses damp and unresponsive,
Beckoning confusion and despair?
Does your heart pound even when there’s nothing exciting there?
Forlorn, sorrowful, despondent,
You patronise your grief,
Focus on your problem,
To attain some relief;
You keep flitting to your pleasures,
Lack, for contemplation, a quiet place,
Force your troubles into the backroom,
You’re not to dignify your face.
Tomorrow is for thinking,
Will exist to accommodate,
The glumness and the wretchedness,
That seems to obliqueness and gloom proliferate.
Rhoda Monihan
13th October 2015
For the contest Creative Layouts, sponsor Broken Wings
So hard....
~~~ To be faithful - when you have the lips of a Goddess
Wait..
Eternally for our love
Like that of twin flames
Do not count the days
1
2
3 years
We shall be together soon
We are spirits that run free -++++++- through the galaxy
YOU
remind me
of what I really AM
For the contest, Creative Layouts, sponsor, Broken Wings
James Custard, 12 October
As adults we walk around the streets and parks
with a face saying “I know where I’m going,”
“I know what I’m doing”.
Timetables, manuals, diaries, and journals somehow
find themselves in our pockets,
as form of reassurance for “I know what I’m doing” slogan.
Other times we show a blank expression on our faces,
when the weather forecasters go all wrong;
when life savings end up in a pyramid scheme;
when heroine dosage goes out of control;
when we blame the stars for a breakup…….
Uncertainty breaks apart our certainty……
Poet name: Teddy Kimathi
Date of entry: 12/10/2015
For the contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Dear Anna,
I
Left you in order to save you from me.
Didn’t
I warn you that I was poisonous?
Want
Doesn’t overpower your need for a better life.
To
Be with you would only hurt you more.
Leave
You a chance to heal your own scars.
You
Deserve better than the broken parts of me.
Behind
Leave me in the dust and move on.
Anna.
I buy a train fare.
Leave it all behind,
Love, pain, fears, smiles
This heartbreak.
It hurts, but I do it.
City after city…
But at the same time…
I feel euphoric….
Why does leaving you and San Francisco…
Give me a renewed sense of…
Freedom….
Anna.
I’m
This
So
Is
Sorry.
Goodbye.
Paige Posadziejewski
10/24/2015
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
It’s an autumn night
You're beautiful in this light
Moonlight silhouette
Edward J. Ebbs - 09/22/2014
Written for a Contest, Creative Haiku
Burning passion
Passion in heart burns,
Throe follows the last supper,
Invisible fumes !
Haiku- 5/7/5
Written September 22nd, 2014
For contest 'Creative haiku' by Charlotte Puddifoo
Acid in the rain
Chances it won't heal again
Leaves our earth in pain
09.17.2014
Contest: Creative Haiku
Charlotte Puddifoot
Tunefully
notes cry out singing to me
melodiously haunting ringing crystal clear
perfect sharps resound semi-tones rend through the air
quavers hover in the air so very many sounds
join together mingling, blending
Joyfully
I sing along music carrying
me to paradise sounds so sweet
flutes playing high notes drums bang out the beat
harps, oh the harps angelic notes float
rift the air celestially majestic
Enchanting
written 08/10/2013
contest creative
layouts
On the outside,
the quiet dusk of grey
Sits the cloudy days
of our ending times
We won’t speak about it,
it’s not okay
Your heart didn’t speak to me,
it won’t chime
Nor will it bring relief
on crush align
Not a piece of me
is left to be cleaved
Produced by this evenings
worrisome leave
Emptiness bellows on in,
heartless pain
Our lives are darkly lit,
left to unweave
By the tailored look
of the devils mane
Russell Sivey
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Constance La France
8/6/2013
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