Attention All Poets: It's the 1st Monthly Literotica Poetry Contest!

Re: A Winter Poem

Reltne said:
Can I enter this one and call it an emulation. :D

An Old Man's Winter Night
by Robert Frost

All out-of-doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising -- to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It's thus he does it of a winter night.



(I just want to depress all the other contestants.) :p :) :p

Get my partner in crime, Boo, to do scansion on this one, and I'll be a happy camper. (Lovely, lovely, rhythmically pleasing poem!)...
 
The Poets said:
On January 24th, we will post the poems anonymously here in the Poetry Feedback & Discussion board and start a poll where you can vote on your favourite.

Just curious, but will you also be posting a master list of participants? I'm eager to see if I can play the matching game. ;)
 
impressive said:
Just curious, but will you also be posting a master list of participants? I'm eager to see if I can play the matching game. ;)
I don't see why not... :)
 
cool

impressive said:
Just curious, but will you also be posting a master list of participants? I'm eager to see if I can play the matching game. ;)


cool idea, and if we get all the matches correct? <grin>
well now that will be as much fun as reading the poems
themselves <snickerin'>

mines easy its the one with all the missspelled
words .. I honestly created a poem that means
more to me than winning, this contest brought
out a ... wonderful poem <grin>

okay I'm in~
 
Re: cool

My Erotic Tale said:
cool idea, and if we get all the matches correct? <grin>
well now that will be as much fun as reading the poems
themselves <snickerin'>

mines easy its the one with all the missspelled
words .. I honestly created a poem that means
more to me than winning, this contest brought
out a ... wonderful poem <grin>

okay I'm in~

MET, I do not know how you do it, but when you write in verse, you go into a different dimension. Yours may not be as easy as some might think. :)
 
Re: A Winter Poem

Reltne said:
Can I enter this one and call it an emulation. :D

An Old Man's Winter Night
by Robert Frost

All out-of-doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising -- to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It's thus he does it of a winter night.



(I just want to depress all the other contestants.) :p :) :p


Reltne, enjoyed the poem,

enjoyed your sense of humor more :rose:

was already depressed. thats why no entry from me. good luck to all who do have one.

I promise to vote.

Lauren, what happens if there is like a 12 way tie with them all having one vote? just curious...
 
Re: Re: A Winter Poem

Maria2394 said:
Lauren, what happens if there is like a 12 way tie with them all having one vote? just curious...
Hm... that won't happen. We only have one certificate. :D

The three mods won't vote, and if there's a tie, we'll have to make a ruling... That's the only solution I see... Or a second round of voting. :D
 
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Lauren Hynde said:
25 hours to go before we stop receiving poems and post the voting polls. :)


Why do I think you would make little ticking noises in everyone's ears if you could?;) :rose:
 
Re: Re: Re: A Winter Poem

Lauren Hynde said:
Hm... that won't happen. We only have one certificate. :D

The three mods won't vote, and if there's a tie, we'll have to make a ruling... That's the only solution I see... Or a second round of voting. :D
Make a tournament. It's some work, but it usually preventts that.
 
Re: Re: Re: A Winter Poem

Lauren Hynde said:
Hm... that won't happen. We only have one certificate. :D

The three mods won't vote, and if there's a tie, we'll have to make a ruling... That's the only solution I see... Or a second round of voting. :D

In the event of a tie, the 3 mods would vote -- and being an odd # the tie would be broken.
 
Re: Re: Re: Re: A Winter Poem

impressive said:
In the event of a tie, the 3 mods would vote -- and being an odd # the tie would be broken.
And you have NO idea just how odd they really are! :p :rose: :p
 
Angeline's theory is that you all see one of us as the empress, one of us as the scholar emeritus, and one of us as the hitman (-woman).

Next up, we'll be taking bets on who is who. ;)
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Angeline's theory is that you all see one of us as the empress, one of us as the scholar emeritus, and one of us as the hitman (-woman).

Next up, we'll be taking bets on who is who. ;)

I think he can figure it out, lol.

And we are odd Reltne, but we're well-meaning. :D
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Angeline's theory is that you all see one of us as the empress, one of us as the scholar emeritus, and one of us as the hitman (-woman).

Next up, we'll be taking bets on who is who. ;)

oh that was way to easy...
name the three wicked step daughters <grinin'>
 
Re: Re: Re: Coldest temp wins?

flyguy69 said:
You submitted to The New Yorker? You go, girl! :cool:

Yeah. My chutzpah exceeds my reputation as a poet, so I submitted it knowing full well it would be rejected.
 
Yeah...so what the hell time is it?

(Yeah, that's right, I'm posting to get the time and date - shoot me later)
 
HomerPindar said:
Yeah...so what the hell time is it?

(Yeah, that's right, I'm posting to get the time and date - shoot me later)

Bang!
 
foehn said:
Not evil. Gifted, talented, intelligent. There IS a difference... !


So gifted and intelligent that I bet she figured out all by herself that I was kidding.
 
PatCarrington said:
:eek:

it must be cold in canada today. :)

she's a mrs crankypants lately...I think it's because I won't tie her up
:p

Hi Catebabe sweetie honey :D
 
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