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Bonus: Poetry - Rondeau

Contest ended 4 years ago 9/16/2007 12:00:00 AM EDT

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Cost: 10 credits
Jackpot: 80 credits

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19 Contest Entries

# 1

Sweet Dreams (a lullaby for little ones)

By Lemmiwinks (Score: 7.728)

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Your dreams are here, love, close your eyes
Tonight they'll weave a soft surprise
Lay down your head, love, day is done
Sweet slumber time has just begun
With tiny thoughts your smile belies

The moon has come to soothe your cries
While stars keep watch across the skies
Until you wake to greet the sun
Your dreams are here

You'll float on clouds of butterflies
And hear faint strains of lullabies
As you imagine tales we've spun
Rest peacefully, my little one
I'll see you soon, love, when you rise
Your dreams are here

Word count: 95

My Sweet Roses

By Pestlett (Score: 7.659)

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Red Roses bloom this time of year -
Prickly green with a rouge austere –
And birds above in graceful flow,
White and speckled each one aglow,
Sing praises to the scene sincere.

The sky’s deep blue so crisp and clear,
Forgets the winter; cold and sere.
And while clouds grace that blue plateau,
Red Roses bloom.

The blue-tit’s song so full of cheer
For lush green grass compels it near.
And softly now warm breezes blow
To gently kiss the trees below.
And all of this 'cause you appear -
Red Roses bloom.

Word count: 115

# 3

Enough!

By Tinman1000 (Score: 7.14)

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Relentlessly repeated lies,
dressed up as fact by crooked spies,
who shuffle players on the stage
to justify the wars they wage:
. . . To hide from us their secret prize.

They slight those who would criticize.
They mute our voices, blind our eyes.
They hide the truth, lest we should rage
. . . Relentlessly.

But we'll expose their alibis
until they heed our angry cries.
Unleash the truth and end this age
of death and lies; now turn the page!
It's time for all good men to rise,
. . . Relentlessly!

Word count: 89

# 4

In Memory Of Her Youth

By ImagiCreatrix (Score: 6.852)

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My heart recalls, time moves anon.
The sun that sets once more shall dawn.
And so it goes, I know not why
Such fleeting moments pass us by.
Recount the days as they are gone.

Dances with grace, she is a swan.
Explores the world she looks upon
In golden field, beneath the sky
My heart recalls.

I watch her grow, my little fawn.
And though one day we'll each pass on,
Our souls and spirits made to fly
Look back with joy when death is nigh.
Time shan't erase those days foregone
My heart recalls.

Word count: 96

All my promises

By bevissimo (Score: 6.444)

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You owned my heart the moment that we met.
Such a love I never will forget.
Staunch defender, such a tireless friend,
I promise to stay with you to the end;
But I’m not ready for that moment yet.

Now I watch you sleep, you toss and fret.
I stroke your brow, there is no regret.
I pray to God above that you will mend;
You own my heart.

Fragile life, death is the final debt.
I’ll stay with you, I promise not to let
You go without a fight. I will not spend
One breath out of your sight ‘til you transcend
This life. So let us share one last sunset.
You own my heart.

Word count: 116

The Trawler's Nets

By Pestlett (Score: 6.267)

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The trawler’s nets slowly descend
around my mind, and they intend
to turn the gold sky deathly black.
To take from me that which they lack;
A sombre soul to call their friend.

And to my shadowed thoughts attend
the trawler’s ropes as they transcend
to deeper thoughts and turn them black.
The trawler’s nets -

the morbid noose, that may portend
a shallow fall, a sickly end;
an end to joys, but O’ alack!
Deeply trenched, upon my mind's plaque,
That tearful sight I comprehend;
The trawler’s nets.

Word count: 88

"Fear and Trembling"

By Pestlett (Score: 6.163)

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I’ve been wondering, wondering what’s wrong;
Why we will act when we know that we're wrong?
Why we poke and prod to produce a tear?
Why when they’ve fallen, we still persevere?
While expecting others to get along.

Sincere words say, "We should all get along."
Though they'll lynch and attack; hope they belong
In a common world upon our blue sphere.
I've been wondering

I’ve been wondering, why it takes so long
For each of us to find where we belong.
And from my thoughts it seems, to me, quite clear
That we all act with a blind faith in fear.
Can we lose fear so we’ll all get along?
I’ve been wondering

Word count: 114

7AM and everything is wonderful

By Pestlett (Score: 6.067)

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Was it her smile that made me stay the night?
Or her eyes -- star-like – that shone O’ so bright?
Was it her hair, so dark, like sylvan-shade?
Her dress, that flowed like an evergreen glade?
Or, her skin's warmth to the bitter moonlight?

When we met she brought me utter delight,
And I sighed with gladness when in my sight
She trickled with grace at the masquerade.
Was it her smile?

Was it her voice that made me feel quite right?
Or her lily-lips, angelic and slight?
But now, dawn breaks and I know why I stayed,
So ask for the answer to my crusade,
The reason why I was drawn to her light:
'Was it her smile?'

Word count: 118

A child on looking up at the evening sky

By Pestlett (Score: 5.877)

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I wonder how, I wonder why,
There’s a bright ball in the sky.
I wonder what, I wonder where,
That ball of ice goes without care.
-- O’ what I'd give to be that high. --

And from my house I see the sky
And as the light beams in my eye,
The points look like a running bear.
I wonder how?

I wonder how, I wonder why,
The clouds I see hang in the sky.
I wonder what, I wonder where,
My thoughts will go when I’m in prayer.
And as the lull of sleep is nigh,
I wonder how?

Word count: 99

The Unseen Summit

By shannarae2k (Score: 5.78)

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I will make it to the top, though it remains unseen
Though the clouds are dark, and the sky looks mean.
The wind is cold and the rocks are rough
But I would like to keep trying, strangely enough.
I need a rest, so I stop and lean.

I take a sip from my canteen
I look at the valley, lush and green.
I tell myself that though it will be tough—
I will make it to the top.

I move on forward and start to careen
My route looks sketchy when first seen.
I ask myself why I do this stuff
And question whether I’m good enough.
But since I’m turning my body into a machine—
I will make it to the top.

Word count: 124