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Bonus: Poetry - Monorhyme 2

Monorhyme

Contest ended 2 years ago 6/27/2009 12:00:00 AM EDT

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Cost: 10 credits
Jackpot: 100 credits

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23 Contest Entries

# 1

Werewolf

By BonnySaintAndrew (Score: 8.148)

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Naked, cold, in moonlight shine,
In forest thick with snow on pine,
My skin so cold, but I resign
Myself to pain and fear, to dine
On flesh, the curse of my bloodline.

Electric fire runs down my spine,
The rippling pain of change, a sign
Of coming transformation - mine.
I'll leave this human shell so fine,
And run free in my form lupine.

I fear when earth and moon align,
A new shape shall my bones assign,
The hair and fur grow long, entwine,
And teeth grow sharp in my jawline,
My temperament no more benign.

To hunt and murder feels divine,
To run and kill, to howl and whine,
My aspect changed to more canine -
Not man or wolf, both shall combine;
The day is yours; the night is mine.

Word count: 132

# 2

A Verse Most Repetitious

By Brendan (Score: 7.794)

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"Help!" Mama cried, her voice not surreptitious.
I fetched my rifle, thinking it judicious
and ran outside, my manner expeditious.

"I saw a werewolf!" Mama said. "So vicious
and with a face so ugly and pernicious
I think we can assume it was malicious!"

Now, normally I'm not too superstitious,
believing ghouls and ghosts to be fictitious.
Also, her breath smelled just a tad suspicious.

"Forgive me, Mama, if I sound seditious.
I know you're quite convinced that rum's nutritious,
but three bottles by noon seems, well ... ambitious."

Word count: 88

# 3

Hooper's Height

By KatDanson (Score: 7.29)

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‘Twas on a chilly, windy night
When my big brother, we’ll call Dwight,
With quivering lip held firm in bite
Turned on our dad’s big Magna-Lite.
He gripped it in his hand so tight
That all his knuckles turned to white,
And with its shining beam so bright,
Stepped through the door of Hooper’s Height.
That bastion of decaying plight
Did stand alone with haunted might
‘Neath gnarled branches bare from blight,
‘Mid shadows spilled by pale moonlight.
Inside, thick webs Dwight had to fight,
While noises did his fears ignite;
Then something moved just to his right!
Old armour from a long-dead knight
With eyes that locked onto his sight!
Now trepidation turned to fright,
And bravery melted into flight.
Dwight ran, feet seemingly alight,
... And never did this tale he cite.

How, then, did I know what to write?
Of course -- I was the knightly sprite!

Word count: 148

Twitter Patter

By bevissimo (Score: 7.132)

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I refuse to follow Twitter.
To me it’s just a spam transmitter.
I don’t care to read the litter
Tweeted by “Joe Blow” submitter.

Some news isn’t worth the glitter;
I don’t need to hear the chitter
Raised by every dang fencesitter
With a handheld crap emitter.

True milestones befit the titter -
Labor and delivery jitter,
“Waiting for a transplant” sitter.
Update me NOW, you button hitter!

But lose your socks? I will get bitter.
Bored at work? I’m a throat slitter.
Drunk again? Be an omitter.
Tweet stupid stuff and I’m a quitter.

Word count: 94

Balthazar

By KatDanson (Score: 7.009)

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I get into my car
It isn’t very far
The call has left me feeling that this night could be bizarre

I leave the door ajar
Run into Balthazar
That seedy little club where Ceely hopes to be a star

She’s dancing on the bar
And smoking a cigar
While straining over noise I hear the sound of a guitar

I see Miguel’s tip jar
Beneath the jagged scar
That runs along his jaw as he sings “Going to Del Mar”

I leave the music czar
Pass Ceely’s cigar tar
And leave them, thinking false alarms and drama’s who they are

I’ve grown too tired to spar
I’ll travel with Kumar
And only see Miguel and Ceely if it’s from afar

We’ll work at a bazaar
In Egypt or Qatar
And when we get some money saved, we’ll move to Cote d'Ivoire

Word count: 142

The Fountain

By Ebonheart (Score: 6.854)

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Was it a fountain that God had made?
The sunbeams through the droplets played
Children would laugh and get wet as they’d wade
And once a day it would sleep in the shade

I remember beside the fountain she stayed
The sun down her hair in a breathless glissade
Which was brighter – the sun or the maid?
Her hands were together as, weeping, she prayed

I ran to embrace her, but her eyes were afraid
The doubt in them left my soul sorely flayed
It was then I discovered she knew that I’d strayed
Each drip of the fountain seemed a bit more delayed

My golden-haired beauty from that moment did fade
She could not accept that she had been betrayed
And soon in the dark earth her coffin was laid
And angels through rainbows in fountains parade

Word count: 138

Beaches

By KatDanson (Score: 6.775)

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Summer is that time of year
When many men pack up their gear
And head out to the nearest pier
To fish and drink a little beer

Others to the beach stay near,
And some of them are there, I fear,
To whistle, gawk, and -- frankly -- leer
At every passing lady’s rear

Now, doctor, author, engineer,
Accountant, banker, auctioneer,
I beg of you to please adhere
To rules of watching I’ll make clear

First, when a lady passes near,
And you decide to cheer or jeer,
Please make sure she can only hear
Good things, or you will bring a tear

Next, if at some girl you should peer
And say something that’s not sincere,
She’ll see you as a creep, my dear,
And far away from you she’ll steer

But if she sees that you revere
Her looks, and then you volunteer
To help her with the beach cashier --
You might just get a souvenir!

Word count: 156

Depressed

By phydeaux2 (Score: 6.617)

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No, again I shan't aspire,
to free myself from this mire,
but wish my soul to retire,
and my feeble flame expire.
For always I shall go no higher,
nor ever reach life's twisted spire,
or walk again its razor wire,
or be consumed by its fire.
For you see, I now tire,
and can not keep the attire,
of the hope life may inspire,
from these depths so dark and dire.
So build at last my funeral pyre,
silence the last mournful crier,
and hide me from life that leering liar,
who with hope did conspire,
to make and mock my life entire.

Word count: 104

Medusa

By monkeyface88 (Score: 6.408)

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Her gaze emits a stony glare,
serpent tendrils are her hair,
mortal men would never dare
to seek her out within her lair.
There was a man who did declare,
he used his shield to stop her stare,
then he left without a care
and used her head to cause despair.

Word count: 51

Seasons

By BonnySaintAndrew (Score: 6.259)

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With Spring, my love for you was plain
Your beauty made you shine, and entertain
Small kisses - lips, and eyes, then lips again,
Till summer’s lust, like sugar cane -
Sweet and raw, and uncertain,
Gave way to autumn’s gentle rain.

Now winter rips us apart again,
Old age, the harshest ball and chain,
Our glories fade, our lust will wane,
Till all that's left is fear and pain.
I know times pass, I won't complain;
But how I wish you could remain.

Word count: 82

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