Dr. Acula's Poetry Contest! Contest Ended. Click for Link to Poll Thread, Vote For Your Favorite!

Frozen
Cold as ice
One would call love a sacrifice
Is it a sacrifice to dream
To have dreams
To not know their meanings
I had a dream
Of a love so full of joy
It overflowed like the fine juices of a ripened fruit
Then the sun faded
My dreams left tainted
All I can feel
Is the sting of a bite
Colder than ice
This sacrifice left me frozen
Molded solid
Cold as a winters night
If thawed
Left to my own device
Could I love again
Is it better to love
Than not love at all
Or to dream you've loved
Freeze in that moment
Rather than thaw
To find it was not love
Just a thought with no emotion


I'm not a member just like to share....

Dr A. I dont get paid until DAYS after my 3 month membership ends. I like to read GLP repeatedly on my phone while I am at work in case there is emergency doom. I work near DC so a month upgrade could possibly save my life. Think about that Dr A!!!



A poem, by ricki Retardo,:

I need an upgrade Dr. Acula
My upgrade expires on Feb Five
Being GLPless could make me die
And that, is, a fact-u-la.

This should be repinned.

A lot of great poems on here.

Love that line, love the poem.

of dreams
idly passing by
faded impressions then
vividly displayed as though now
sadly

of dreams
whence you were here
now that I can't see you
missing you ever more again
I cry

of dreams
of your presence
of your little footsteps
of your selflessly patterned youth
of love

of dreams
of the sadness
of these, that hath made me
binding together all that's good
I fall

of dreams
of now, of you
of our fathers fathers
coming forward to welcome you
homeward

of dreams
of life, of pain, of wondrous new days
of time slipping away and beneath us
go forth, my son
go forth, my love and conquer
all the things that are laid in your path
your steps are lighter your path seems yet clearer
one love to conquer them all, one love to bind us
one love to carry us on till treasured silence blinds us
one love left in my heart, one love so very
all that is left of me, upon their shoulders carried
go forth, my buddy and conquer all of the world
for standing there aside you, stands one pure love unfurled

(for Zachary Lee Cannon 12-5-01 / 11-05-10 )


Hashishian

LoL

Thank U! It will be 3 years married on Feb. 15th. Shared this with hubby last night and he loved it.

so sorry so sad
that my contest
has made you mad

I would love
to offer more
but sorry
I am poor


I dont know what you mean
but 2nd place doesnt cost a thing

why dont you pitch in?
instead of foolishly bitching

its a way to have some fun
and share with others
something you have done

but since you are so upset
please away from this thread
you should get

Crayons..

living together, contained, inside
my feelings and the memory of nights
spent restless beneath your light,
I count the days until my fingers
once more taste the sigh of your
sadness, the madness is only the
loneliness as the crayons
continue to portray me
loving you, falling deeper
into the words protecting me from
you pulling the script across my
sight, blocking you out of the light
of that perceived reality,
time ravages on the softest part
of then creeping beneath the lines
that separate common wisdom from
what's really true.

I cast out a prayer as a
path into the heart of
nothing, empty laughing
softly behind my fingertips
I turn sadly to my pillow
lost in the craziness of
love pushing against the
edge of knowing... untold are the
hours descending me slowly into
darkness, picnicking alone
sagaciously as you slip quietly
past my defenses.. I remember you
long before I remembered you...
watching your face solemnly devoid
as you dreamt of me without you
the alarm clock blaring annoyed
feet pondering gravity I stumble
blind through the fog of my pains
stirring coffee still mumbling
in you feeling your fingers on me
as I make waffles and think of
the places your kisses fell....


Hashishian

Every poem is awesome!
:)

THIS ^^^

Amazing cadence, flowing free,
brings order in its wake;
Its rhythm surely could decree
the path our world may take.

This kindred spirit hears the call
and what its truth denotes...
So, I request that one and all
lend King Felix your votes!

Stranger


You know the first thing we had in common was our lack of familiarity. Then we wondered. Looking out to each other, we shared quizzical glances and enquiring looks to the fullest, seeking to define one another with some useful, relevant reference point from which to view the other. Like the Artful Dodger, our minds danced about each other, cool in our tact as we ply our appraisal, both quick to note the differences well listing them in our mind. The way you dress, or comb your hair; the habits that you bare. With free-flowing form, we capture these images while shaping our impression of each other. Still we wondered. Then in the sparkling instance, with twinkled eyes we smiled at each other. That we knew. Growing closer

and...this ^^^

nice!!!

Here is my entry. It is short but is has really deep meaning:


Don't use a gun
Try the teachings of God and the Sun
They are a lot more fun

When in despair
Think of the New Jerusalem calendar



Sun Jan 11/20/12

I only write Dutch poems. When I translate them, the meaning and rhyme are completely gone...;-)

thank you.

Your "Lady of the Sea" did the same for me.

there...

Pinned again.

This thread is too much fun to fall to the wayside!!!




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Last Edited by esotericMorgan on 02/03/2013 11:49 AM

That almost made me snort coffee through my nose

many thanks to you my friend :)

Dr.Acula started a poetry contest
on a welknown conspiracy forum
A lot of people did their utter best
and the results were really awesome!

Dr.Acula is quite a poet himself
the one that rather lives in the shade
(putting spooky spells on a paper shelf)
promised the winner a full uprade!

Less than 7 hours left!

she's scary.... talented, but scary



I just read through all of the poems.... I'm seriously blown away..... so many descriptive writers in this group. Great job people....

.......and awesome thread, op!

Jerusalem Russ is no longer new,
And I often wondered "what
does his calendar do?"

He means no harm
and he doesn't complain
'bout the shills and trolls that call him lame

I notice his Karma is always red
and the odd ballcap
that he wears on his head

He seems kinda nice
in an odd sort of way
so I think that it's good that they let Russ play...

MCB

The Greatest Quest

She makes her entrance onto the Grand Stage of my life,

Full of elegance, grace and poise.

Brilliantly captivating the audience that looks on in awestruck wonder,

These archetypal figures enshrouded by the dark of the theater.

She speaks with a voice that even the angels envy,

Full of strength, wisdom, nourishment and power.

Her smile penetrates even the coldest and most calloused of hearts.

Her eyes pierce through the soul like a surgeon’s scalpel,

Carefully peeling back layers of pain and remorse,

Bringing to light all that has lain dormant for ages.

The inner Critic searches the collective consciousness of humanity,

Scouring through the record of tongues,

Searching for what can adequately describe the beauty he has beheld

Only to find that there is none that exist,

Realizing that if he were to find such a word it would lose all its meaning in an instant,

Because she is wholly beyond description.

Ineffable and Indescribable; there are none to compare her with.

The world seems to stop turning and time stands still as she glances in my direction.

A magic spell of the highest degree, she causes everything and everyone to disappear.

Losing myself in the reflection from her eyes.

There is no place I’d rather be – no greater hope or desire with which one can strive to attain.

I may ascend to the highest of heights or dive to the deepest of depths –

I could understand all the profound mysteries of the universe or discern the hearts of man,

The Earth could yield forth all of her gold, silver and precious gems,

Potentates and kings could lay down their crowns at my feet,

Ye, even If God himself offered to surrender His throne and bestowed upon me all the power of Heaven.

None of those things would even come close to the joy and completion I find in her arms,

In the feeling of her warm breath upon my neck,

Her soft hand resting gingerly in mine,

The shelter and solace of the sanctuary of her heart.

Men search the globe looking for treasures,

They travel far and wide hoping to find fabled lands of mystery and intrigue,

Still there is something that is truly priceless – elusive and far more rare.

Such a quest would be the noblest of causes, only for the most courageous and determined,

There are no hidden maps – no charted territory or signposts to guide you along the way,

You could spend your entire life looking and may very well die trying to find it.

But blessed is he who is diligent enough to never stop looking,

A long and joyous life is his reward,

For he has found the greatest treasure of them all,

Her love.

very beautiful!!! reading it brings me a measure of joy and comfort. she sounds amazing...

thanks!

Fringe

Insane as the senses allow.
Beyond sight, touch, and sound.
See if in the mist,
feel it in the rift.
Not gentle but fair.
Words want to care.
Clearing all that is there,
doesn't make sense fair.

Last Edited by John Goz on 02/03/2013 12:42 PM

Thank you! I was actually writing about my internal personification/embodiment of Sophia/Wisdom. <3

I hope I win! My paid account expires on the 9th.

Glad you enjoyed it!

I'm enjoying it as well. Kewl contest and here's a bump!

Oh! Spittin Cesium
With your graphs and cats
Ridin' the proton storm
Peas and maffolzzats

Oh! Netherland Olaf
Living in a shem
We like to listen to your words
What the hell are you saying? Ehm!

Oh! Anonymous Coward
Too lazy to sign in
"They" still know who you are
You are probably one of my kin

Oh! Dr. Acula
Santa hats galore
The watchers are being watched
And what is? The whatfor?