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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:06:22 GMT -5
3 Prize:GOTR CD Mad Brilliant
The rules are simple. Post your best ORIGINAL Spikecentric poem. Limricks, Haiku, free verse, iambic pentameter,song lyrics, whatever. You can use a poem that you've already posted to the Scubie thread, or write a new one. One poem per poster.
1st Prize: GOTR Mad Brilliant CD. (Played only four times by a little old lady in black leather and high-heeled sneakers).
2nd and 3rd prizes, a "Songs of Spuffy" CD, compiled from the poster's own personal selections for phases of the Spuffy relationship. Warning: There's no accounting for some people's taste. But it's free. So shut up.
This competition will be judged by popular vote. Post peotry here. Vote by email (use title of poem or name of poet) to: Scubiefan@yahoo.com
Remember. This is America. One fan, one vote.
CONTEST ENDS NEXT SATURDAY, MARCH 1, 2003 AT MIDNIGHT EST.
4:54:36 PM Rusty Goode
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:09:18 GMT -5
EYES OF DARKNESS
Eyes of Darkness, hair of light
Eyeing throats, working deals
Thinking about “happy meals.”
Circling warily to and fro
Ancient combat, foe to foe
Night time’s fiercest fighting beast,
Giving most, receiving least.
Loves his enemy, golden haired
Who’d have thought that he’d have dared?
Fast he is, though she is faster
Deadly huntress with no master
She, the Chosen, Slayer dread
Can she care for one undead?
He, the one she’s bred to hate
He, the loving, unliving mate.
Taunting, teasing, longing, aching,
Wanting, needing, ne’er forsaking,
For love of her he’s switching sides
Watching always, time he bides
Fists and fangs, a hundred years,
Newly souled he drowns in tears.
Yet she needs him by her side
These are two who stalk the dark.
Flames between them e’er a spark.
What does it cost them, who dare not mate?
We cannot know who watch and wait.
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:11:12 GMT -5
It’s Over
A still heart can still deceive. Though both would rather something else, Both have passions they need to please.
Completely willing to believe This is just, the hand fate dealt, A still heart can still deceive.
She turns to him looking to bleed, With no fear her heart might melt. Both have passions they need to please
No longer bound, he tries to leave: Endeavor to end desires felt, But his still heart can still deceive
Heading a list of unlaundered deeds: Worn down pavement where she knelt, Signs of passions and how they please.
An end to things they now perceive. From here they go to something else, But still hearts can still deceive: Both have passions they need to please.
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:12:17 GMT -5
I hate being an aging former English major and find that I forget things I once knew and held dearly. What, pray tell, is the name for the form of that poem?
One of my old favorites I still remember -- Sylvia Plath "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I think I made you up inside my head." Same format.
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:12:49 GMT -5
It's Villanelle. Although, it may have more or less l's
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:13:44 GMT -5
It’s Over
A still heart can still deceive.
Though both would rather something else,
Both have passions they need to please. Completely willing to believe
This is just, the hand fate dealt,
A still heart can still deceive. She turns to him looking to bleed,
With no fear her heart might melt.
Both have passions they need to please No longer bound, he tries to leave:
Endeavor to end desires felt,
But his still heart can still deceive Heading a list of unlaundered deeds:
Worn down pavement where she knelt,
Signs of passions and how they please. An end to things they now perceive.
From here they go to something else,
But still hearts can still deceive:
Both have passions they need to please.
Joshua Adams
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:15:03 GMT -5
It’s Over
A still heart can still deceive.
Though both would rather something else,
Both have passions they need to please.
Completely willing to believe
This is just, the hand fate dealt,
A still heart can still deceive.
She turns to him looking to bleed,
With no fear her heart might melt.
Both have passions they need to please.
No longer bound, he tries to leave:
Endeavor to end desires felt,
But his still heart can still deceive.
Heading a list of unlaundered deeds:
Worn down pavement where she knelt,
Signs of passions and how they please.
An end to things they now perceive.
From here they go to something else,
But still hearts can still deceive:
Both have passions they need to please.
*If any ScoopMe! Admin, folk are reading, I'd appreciate a revisionist history in which I didn't have to post a poem three times to figure out line breaks in html. Feel free to delete the other posts I had under this topic, if it so pleases you. Thanks.*
Joshua Adams
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:16:31 GMT -5
Apparently, once you enter any html commands you have to enter html commands for seperate paragraphs, as double spacing seems not to make a difference anymore. That, or Jesus hates me, well him, or the Muses. I'm still angry at some diety and/or evolution.
I liked your poem Diane. Good stuff. Similar in subject matter to mine. One might think we both shared S' imilar interests. HA! I kill me...
I also liked what you did with the line breaks, and how you used them to make your poem easier to read instead of a garbled, godforsaken mess like mine. It's nice, that.
Joshua Adams
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:17:15 GMT -5
Gotta go with my first Spike-centric poem and what I think's my best to date - a poem out of both love and respect for James & Spike, from the word I coined almost 2 months ago. ;-) EBULGENCE
by Miss Pamela, VHISN Chair of Nosferolinguistics
With love, respect, & apologies to James Marsters
Endulgence in ebulgence leads to feelings of effulgence
For us bloody band of buggered who love Spike!
You can stake us, you can shake us, but you'll never, ever, make us
Change our minds about the vamp we'd love to bite!
"Marsters" of his universe and foremost in our Jossverse,
James deserves an Emmy over all!
But if he doesn't win, we'll just overlook their sin
And pray to God that he returns again next Fall!
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:17:54 GMT -5
Gotta go with my first Spike-centric poem and what I think's my best to date - a poem out of both love and respect for James & Spike, from the word I coined almost 2 months ago. ;-)
EBULGENCE
by Miss Pamela, VHISN Chair of Nosferolinguistics
With love, respect, & apologies to James Marsters
Endulgence in ebulgence leads to feelings of effulgence
For us bloody band of buggered who love Spike!
You can stake us, you can shake us, but you'll never, ever, make us
Change our minds about the vamp we'd love to bite!
"Marsters" of his universe and foremost in our Jossverse,
James deserves an Emmy over all!
But if he doesn't win, we'll just overlook their sin
And pray to God that he returns again next Fall!
Miss Pamela 2/27/2003
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:18:48 GMT -5
All our entries seem to be suffering the same fate. I think the line break gods hate us.
Diane U 2/27/2003
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:19:23 GMT -5
THANK YOU!
The word, "caravelle" was in my head and I knew that was just plain wrong.
And I love it, with or without proper line breaks.
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:19:48 GMT -5
I think a caravelle is some kind of cannon. Given the line-break problem, maybe the metaphor is apropos
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:20:09 GMT -5
Hey Rusty! Is anybody voting? Can a person vote for him/herself?
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Post by Dalton on Jan 10, 2004 20:20:37 GMT -5
Of course. Actually I hope at least a few people vote because I don't think I should be making a choice all by myself. I also hope we get a few last minute entries but, not holding my breath. Maybe it's the PED.
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