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Poetry Contest Judging - AND THE WINNER IS....

Postby mslover » Wed Oct 10, 2007 10:04 pm

Okay we had a few entries and some of the poems are long...Please take the time and read through all of them then cast your vote via pm to me listing your vote by poem title (full titles please...)

There is a great variety of poetry here - all based on the 9/11 incident... Thank you all for taking the time to write and having the guts to submit. Let the game begin.

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THAT SEPTEMBER

Other Septembers
came and went in their slow
progression, leaves turning,
winds blowing cooler
through the Autumn haze.
I have ever loved September,
on its cusp of change
from warmth and flowers to
pale wintry days when even
the sun goes southward.

But that September
stands alone in its iniquity.
It burst upon us
spewing hatred, sowing death.
I shall ever remember
the aching cry,
the sorrowing hearts of
that September.

written by Mlou
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Let Us Rebuild Our Symbols of Freedom

Symbols of freedom
come from places unexpected.
From moments of sorrow or pain,
from shock and disbelief...
found deep inside the human mind.

How can we remain strong,
if we do not rebuild.
How can we show our resolve,
our determination,
and our undaunted desire
to be free of terrorists -
if we do not rebuild.

They take from us what "they" feel
is our reason for existence.
It was not the buildings,
nor the planes.
It was not the money,
nor the challenge to our pride.
It was the audacity -
the audacity to take
the lives of those we love,
of those we knew not;
of those whose heroic names
go down in history -
from that dreadful day called 911...
to the fight for our freedom
still going strong today.

There will be no more trusting
of men who demand,
nor men who feel we are weak.
We are not weak -
but we are a country of uncertainty;
uncertain of whom to trust,
uncertain of how far to go,
and uncertain of our foothold
in the world.

We are powerful
but we are now more careful.
We are caring
but we are now suspicious.
We are empathetic
but we are not sympathetic.
Those who took from us
the lives of our citizens...
want a holy war -
a war to end days -
a war to bring about their own prophecies.

We have prophecies of our own,
but we do not hasten them.
We do not wish them to happen sooner.
We do no kill...
in order to gain favor with our god.
Our country is great
but our citizens can not agree;
and our leaders find, ironically,
that they can not please us all.

Symbols of freedom
come from places unexpected -
from moments of sorrow or pain...
Let us rebuild -
Let us take back what is ours -
Let us find comfort in our lives once more.

written by Jillstar

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Untitled...

It was her 19th birthday,
She wore a pink blouse
That matched the glint of joy in her
Perfectly Pink lip-stick painted lips.

We had the day planned from 5:00 in the morning
Until 12:00 at night, we would simply walk.
Walk to the pastry shop on the corner,
Where Tom Hanks bought bread in You’ve Got Mail.
Walk to the Empire State Building
And spend two hours admiring how tall and strong the building was.
Walk to Central Park and feed the ducks our leftover Danish.
We had the whole day planned.

We were sitting down when it happened
Just down the street.
She said, “Look there goes an airplane.
Dad, I don’t want to go back home to boring old Burley,
Can’t we stay here in the City?”

I smiled and asked,
“Who’d harvest the potatoes?”

She started screaming then
And didn’t stop.
She screamed inside her head
For the next three months,
Until, 10 minutes to 10
Christmas Eve
She hijacked a rifle
To heaven.

written by Olsenpotter

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The City of 9/11

She is on her knees
before us,
head bowed
to the dust.
The collective tears
of her citizens
water the soil
where nothing will ever grow
again.

Drifting debris
and billowing smoke
settle around her,
blending with the
still-hot
ashes,
scorching the earth
they touch.

A crater holds
the remains
of her
innocence
like an
open coffin
before which mourners parade
to pay their respects.

And at night
pillars of light
pierce the darkness
beseeching the heavens
for a return
of hope.

written by Mae

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The Artist

A blob of blue and green paint smeared by a child’s hand. Paint, airborne, hits the pure white canvas, dripping. White engulfed by blue and green, a plague caused by man. Left to dry disorganized and abstract. A mom enters the child’s room, picks up her child, washes her small delicate blue-green hands, then tucks her into a fluffy pink laden with pillows bed. Before turning off the lights she whispers good night my angel, then picks up the canvas and three tubes of paint. Blue, green, and black. A paintbrush is pulled silently out of a drawer. She paints an immaculate globe suspended in the atmosphere. By morning the paint has dried- unrecognizable by the wide-eyed child.

written by funkywriter3

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2001 j254 1348z

The gun was raised
And four shots fired
Each aimed for center heart.
Hard they hit
And caused much pain.
They missed their mark
Yet hit large veins
Our soul it still remains.

At first that day
We lost our say
Our hearts were filled with fear.
Though not dispelled
We’ve grown beyond
And found out how to respond.
Patriots all,
We filled with pride
As each we cried,
Our lives forever changed.

Each bullet flew
To show their hate
And ignorance in their ways.
Each word they say
Just desecrate
The religion they claim as theirs.
We blindly wait
Their next few shots
And hope they go astray.

written by Anblick

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That September Sky

I will always remember that sky,
clear, clean, crystal blue, like a memory
of childhood, half-forgotten days of Fall
before the maple reddens and the ash
turns golden when sunlight lingers then leaves
suddenly and we’d walk on dark paths home.

And there it was, always, at path’s end, Home,
its glowing golden panes warm in the night sky.
Home was our haven, our place to leave
from then return to, return in memory
if not in fact. It covered us like ash
over embers, insulation against nightfall.

Who could have imagined that it might fall,
that warm security that we called home,
turning concrete to dust and glass to ash.
Who could have imagined terror in that sky,
that sky the color of true memory.
Nostalgia turned to nightmares that won’t leave.

Those images of horror that leave
burned impressions on our eyes, that fall
like shadows obscuring our memories
of carefree days in the ease of home.
There is no comfort in a clear, blue sky
or warmth in a white blanket of ash.

We watched them flee the city wrapped in ash,
walking through subways, over bridges, leaving
any way they could, away from the fiery sky
from which buildings, bodies and airplanes fall.
The three thousand that would never come home
are committed to the nation’s memory.

When all else is gone, what’s left but memory?
Now lives can be scattered like ashes
in the wind and the pathways leading home
are lost and red and gold autumn leaves
recall flames of destruction and the fall
of innocence. Cries rise into the sky.

We’ve lost our home, the seat of memory.
The September sky reminds us of ashes
and leaves us waiting for the next fall.

written by lilacwine

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Last edited by mslover on Fri Oct 19, 2007 11:08 am, edited 4 times in total.

"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories - we've already missed the spring"

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Postby mslover » Thu Oct 11, 2007 11:38 am

my biggest and most sincere apologies to the one i left out... you know who you are. my only excuse is that i'm feeling under the weather and wasn't completely mentally there when i was trying to get these posted! :roll:

there was only one vote cast so far - so please make sure you read them again and read them all. :D

"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories - we've already missed the spring"

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Postby mae » Thu Oct 11, 2007 2:20 pm

Wow! This is going to be hard! I've read them all, but I think it will take two or three readings each. We've got some good writers here on WT. mae
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Postby mslover » Thu Oct 11, 2007 2:25 pm

i know - good thing i get to remain somewhat impartial! ;)

"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories - we've already missed the spring"

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Postby JillStar » Thu Oct 11, 2007 7:17 pm

Mslover... did you add the person left out to the original post or will that come later?
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Postby mslover » Thu Oct 11, 2007 9:12 pm

all poems are listed above - there were 7 entries! :)

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Postby JillStar » Sat Oct 13, 2007 8:50 am

I'm just bumping this to remind everyone to vote for their favorite poem.

Are we just voting for our favorite or are we suppose to vote for top three?
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Postby mae » Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:39 am

How many people have voted,mslover? mae
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Postby fiona » Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:07 am

I vote for ......(edit response - emailed in private). :-P
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Postby mae » Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:26 am

Private message to mslover, fiona. It's in the instructions. mae
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Postby mslover » Sun Oct 14, 2007 11:50 am

sorry fiona - i "edited" your vote above so as not to influence anyone's choice. :) Thanks for the PM!

okay we have five votes so far which means not even as many votes as poems! PM me with your vote... i'd like to have voting closed by october 17!!!

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Postby fiona » Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:41 pm

Oh, mslover, in the first place, you don't have to thank me for anything, since I was casting my vote through a PM because someone said that so was the procedure. So my PM was not really P.
In the second place, you should have told me before "editing" my post, don't you think so?
Is it *usual* in this forum that others "edit" your posts?
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Postby Mlou » Sun Oct 14, 2007 5:22 pm

fiona, only the mods edit posts (other than their own), and only for an excellent reason...never casually. In this case, ms didn't want your vote to influence others by being publicly revealed here, as yours was. Making sure this little contest ran smoothly and FAIRLY was her job. :)
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Postby fiona » Sun Oct 14, 2007 6:46 pm

I'm not questioning WHY but HOW she did it.
you should have told me before "editing" my post


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Postby JillStar » Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:10 pm

It was a courtesy, fiona, since you apparently missed the "PM" instruction in the first post of this thread... she was just trying to keep the voting clean without influencing others. It is not done all the time and never done without a person knowing it has happened.

How many votes do we have so far? Anyone who hasn't voted, please send mslover a PM letting her know which is your favorite.

Are we just voting for our favorite one... not top three or something like that.
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Postby fiona » Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:24 pm

It was a courtesy, fiona
:shock:
Your good intentions and my dumbness are beyond doubt. Now, be it a courtesy, a joke or just a laboral procedure, she should have told me BEFORE doing it. So in the future, every time you decide to "edit" my posts, I hope you tell me BEFORE you proceed. OK? Thank you for being so patient and considerate. :-P
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Postby Anblick » Sun Oct 14, 2007 8:40 pm

fiona wrote:
It was a courtesy, fiona
:shock:
Your good intentions and my dumbness are beyond doubt. Now, be it a courtesy, a joke or just a laboral procedure, she should have told me BEFORE doing it. So in the future, every time you decide to "edit" my posts, I hope you tell me BEFORE you proceed. OK? Thank you for being so patient and considerate. :-P
Yours truly,
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We understand your desires, but the site policy usually is to edit first, especially when it comed to issues of voting or family-friendly problems. Now as to pm to inform, that's the Mod's preference...
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Postby fiona » Sun Oct 14, 2007 11:17 pm

We understand your desires
And what are my desires, uh? :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:

This is wierd. :shock:

family-friendly problems.

This is even more wierd.

Well, what else can I say? You command. :-P
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Postby mslover » Mon Oct 15, 2007 12:39 pm

fiona, if editing your post prior to notification offended you, i apologize. i understand how you would want to be notified prior to. normally we don't edit anyone's post - in this case...sooner was better as the voting was currently going on. again, i'm sorry i wasn't able to notify you prior to making the edit.

okay, we all one big happy family again??

as to the votes.. so far we only have 6 votes... not even as many votes as poems... we need more votes... especially i think from those who didn't enter! :D

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Postby pengwenn » Mon Oct 15, 2007 2:19 pm

I just voted.
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Postby fiona » Mon Oct 15, 2007 5:04 pm

again, i'm sorry i wasn't able to notify you prior to making the edit.
OK :-P
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Postby mslover » Tue Oct 16, 2007 2:08 pm

seven votes so far and a two way tie.... someone else MUST vote...

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Postby funkywriter3 » Tue Oct 16, 2007 8:09 pm

I put my vote in.
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Postby mslover » Thu Oct 18, 2007 1:31 pm

okay i suppose we should call a halt to the voting... anyone else? last chance to get your vote counted today!!!

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Postby mslover » Thu Oct 18, 2007 11:00 pm

Okay - that's it folks... voting is OVER and the winner is:

The City of 9/11 - written by Mae!!! Congratulations and adorations and all of that. Take a bow.

again, thanks to all who entered. it was wonderful to see so many entries!

shall i post all the authors above??? ;)

"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories - we've already missed the spring"

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