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Writing for contests, is often a crapshoot!
Some may be teasers, and others no brainers.
Results often open a new can of worms,
though sponsors with backbones, will stick to their guns!
Plagued by the screams of dissatisfied rhymers
whose dreams of a win may have gone up in smoke!
But a poet's class act, is to take it in stride.
Don't be hung up, keep your eye on prize !
Wearing war-paint is a taint on the pride
Don't have a fit, ... be quick to decide
Stoked by the turn-on of writing excitement
We are caught in the cross-hairs of P. S. enchantment !!
Write with a zest that will stick to the ribs
Write for yourself, and find joy in the race
There is no disgrace if you handle with grace
Hold up your head, whether win, lose or place!
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7/15/15 For the contest "Colloquialisms" sponsored by Laura Leiser
Duration
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Section VIIII-VVIII of
Article 2B under Chapter IV
Predispositions and Urges
A.....The instructions to
love with affectionate Quality
in such performances
B.....Various formats and
genres requires content
definition that word usage
is often rhymned for the
rhymers sake.
(changing phrases often
allow word usage to folk
who wish decent content)
C.....A Deep passionate and
affectionate tone set for
two people
D.....In a number of perspectives
where the recipient meeting
certain expectations or rules
E.....where one might feel
trapped or feeling that they will
only receive love based on their
actions(might there deeds may
never receive award or reward)
may be associated with
disappointment or frustration.
F....Critical thinking skills
should be used to avoid being
deceived
G. Recitatives and Bel Canto
Aficionado-an intense emotion state
characterized by a strong sence of
affection.
Dear Sprouting Rhymers,
To me, modern poetry could be most simply put as “everything”,
everything that you see, experience or feel put into words.
Everything written to evoke thought and feeling in others can be poetry.
A most basic example could be a tear, one lonely teardrop.
What is the journey of a tear, what feelings caused it to emerge?
What meaning does it convey? What does it say to you
and what do you want others to see or feel?
The possibilities are endless.
Should I be able to share anything of value to others would be
very gratifying from my humbled perspective, so I will
offer the following.
The best poems stem from truth, your truth.
When you are in the mood to write, do not hesitate. Times
will come when you wish you were inspired.
Ideas come at the oddest times, at concerts, at dinners,
at the grocery store, in dreams. Record them.
Write about what you see.
Let your passion guide you.
Don’t be afraid to take chances. Risks are worth it even
If you fail. Growth is sometimes painful.
Respect rules and learn from those you admire.
Study and attempt all forms of poetry. There is so much
more to poetry than rhyming
Do not be afraid to ask for help.
Have fun!
Having started writing later in life, I can only say that I wish I
had done so much earlier. I have enjoyed enormous satisfaction
in discovering that I could contribute something of beauty to the world.
I love to write about romance and summer and sunsets
and things that are silly.
Favorite reference sources are Poetrysoup and Wordhippo,
My favorites of the poems that I have written are:
My Blue Valentine
One can speak of Sunset
The Writes of Romance
If You Weren’t Such a Nut Meg
Confessions of a Renoir
Needles in the Snow
The Forgotten One
A Concrete Heart
Hot Summer Ecstasy
Golden Torture Looms
My literary background is purely that of an amateur. From
as far back as I can remember, I always liked to write and tell
stories. It wasn’t until I experienced a personal tragedy, a few years
ago, that I felt the need to put my feelings into writing as a way
of healing. Since then, I have not stopped and I write nearly every day.
A suggestion for title: There’s a Poet in Everyone
(A Guide for Beginners)
Good Luck!
I was stumbling around the Poetry world when I ran into this Gem
The Blue Mountain Arts Poetry Card Contest.
I thought, what an opportunity
But then I read the rules and although
I do not know who wrote them
I must say, "COME ON" Really !
Poetry Contest Guidelines:
1: Poems can be rhyming or non-rhyming, although we find that non-rhyming poetry reads better.
Non-rhyming poems Read Better---Ha---what a crock ! Tell that to the 18th and 19th Century Poets
This it soooooooooo idiotic, It's like saying, We are having our Special Olympics and disabled and enabled can enter alike, although we find that Enabled entries usually win. ( This metaphor is not intended to diminish the abilities of those of us that have disabilities, It is intended to show how ludicrous rules can be )
Blue Mountain, WHY NOT say----"Rhymer's Need Not Apply"
I went down to Blue Mountain
I thought I'll have a-go
And may win 300 bucks
You laugh, but never know
Once there, I read the page
Where I was to apply
That's where the darnedest thing
Reach-out and caught my eye
Rhymers just weren't welcome
That's what the first rule spelled
No point in even trying
'Cause "Rhyming Don't Read Well"
Instead of feeling Blue
I counted all my blessings
Then,I bought a pair glasses
And started reading lessons
Thanks Blue Mountain
I'm "Reading Well" Now !
See you next contest
by JTCurtis (A rhymer w/readability)
Departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven
clatter wings together like hens in a jailers coop.
Words never die, they bury themselves in
heaps of dry leaves, distant laughter scatters
the sadly said.
Muse-makers wear plastic rainhats
that flutter like bats in the sunlight.
Words have to be tied together
or they sink alone in an empty fish bowl.
Japanese girls in designer Nike's
skip over words completely and we all hear.
Silk flowers in China teacups sail a deep blue ink.
The poets speak in tie-dyed riddles,
in dribbles between the loosely connected.
Atop a mountain, goats bray,
love-sick donkeys harken with their heavy hearts.
Legions of cock-hatted rhymers are born again
to confuse the world with their simplistic sounds.
Writing for all the long dead letters
is an art for baby fingers and painted opera singers.
Undertakers gather; their electronic ankle-beepers
sing within freshly dug sonnets and odes.
The deceased travel on, spinning a gray language,
they are silk moths weaving tinsel rainbows
that by chance
speak words still wet from closed lips.
Best sung in a country music way
with a redneck attitude , Hoorahhhhhhh
This is a work of fiction, and
any resemblance to anyone or contest
is purely coincidental.
All Together Now !
Oh, a Sponsor, Has done it again
Made a contest, I can't get in
But that's fine
I'll just sit here with my rhyme
They posted a contest, with a couple of rules
That make rhymers like me, feel just like fools
But that's fine
I'll let it go one more time
chorus
I could maybe pen a sonnet
Just to get my song in
Or try to write an Ode
Just for giggles and grins
But it's true and you know it
I'll never win
What a sin
Why don't we try it again
It's all about the form,of poems today
Not about the words that they have to say
But that's fine
I'm going to stay, true to mine
chorus
I could maybe pen a sonnet
Just to get my song in
Or try to write an Ode
Just for giggles and grins
But it's true and you know it
I'll never win
What a sin
Why don't we try it again
“Richer than I you will never be-I had a mother
who read to me.” - Strickland W. Gillilan
(The space for the poet’s name in my title is left empty
so you can try to guess who I am writing about!)
Myriads of poems I have read in my time
online or in fine books of literature.
I’m partial to many - from free verse to rhyme.
For me, less complex has the greater allure.
Thus, thinking about to whom I’d attribute
my love for well-metered and rhymed poetry,
I realized to whom I ought to pay tribute:
the one who influenced me from my infancy!
Though some may say she was silly or trite,
the words of this poetess stay in the head
of the child whose parent reads with delight
from her pages of rhyme as they lie in bed.
I doubt there is no other poet we know
whose poems are repeated in more quantity
than she who enabled verses to flow
from the tongues of small children so easily.
Here’s to the poet unlike any other,
creating her stories and rhymes all in fun
to teach to her children -this wonder mother
*consisted of many! She was not just one!
And here’s to us all, who are rhymers at heart.
Of those who hate rhyme, I might well deduce . . . .
if read to at all, they did not get their start
from the nursery rhymes of dear Mother Goose!
*. . . it is generally thought the name (Mother Goose) originated around the 17th century. .
as an “everywoman/mother” name to assign as the author of so many tales and rhymes that mothers the world over have been telling their children throughout history.
http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2013/04/who-was-the-real-mother-goose/