Readers Choice- January '06
 

Within this thread are the works of our Members
Created in mind, and from soul
Musings and poetry, stoked live from embers
The best you decide and control
For with each new moon, a vote will be taken
Emotion and quality measure
And though one will win, none are forsaken
Each in itself is a treasure


So....in these pages submit what you will.
I will make a poll for voting in the last week of each month.....lets see what 'ya got.

Excuse me
You took my smile and I want it back
I can see you don't have it,
But I don't know where it is
I know I will find it,
I can feel it in my heart
For now, I will keep searching,
and I hope that it helped you
while you had it
.....................J.R.V.A..................................

Would you mean past writings such as this?

Tincture
Eyes
Connections made
Omens of things to come
Yearnings unrealized
Awareness forbade
He has stricken all logic dumb

:lol:

Three In One
 

As I happened upon the scene
And wondered what transpired
The artist in me took over
My imagination fired
I walked as close as I could
Camera in my hand
The yellow tape stopped my steps
I surveyed this abandoned land
A sign out out front said f*ck and damn
I could see how they were pissed
All their dreams, their hopes for life
In an instant, missed
Back to my car, I made my way
Around to the other side
No life, no joy, no one there
In this fire, it all died
A resort? A hotel? It seemed to be
A place of fun and rest
Now it's ruined
Dead to the world
It failed the owner's quest
I feel sorry for places such as this
I see the dreams that die
A simple flame gone out of control
I bid the wreck goodbye.....

One more from the past....maybe:

They pulled up to the house, full of anticipation and excitement at the prospect of owning their first home. The realtor reached for the keys and gave them a slight warning as they approached the front porch, "it's quite old, over 80 years and needs some work, but it has good bones, as we like to say".
As they stepped inside, greeted by massive wood trim around the walls and ornate iron radiators, they could detect a faint scent. "Mmm, jasmine", said she. "No, that's fresh baked cookies! Like my mom's!", replied her spouse. They looked at each other like the other was crazy. How could one scent be so different?
Each room was bathed in sunlight, as if the sun followed their steps. The walls glistened, the floors shined. What furniture remained was obviously old but very well taken care of. Without a word of discussion first, and at the very same moment, they said, "We'll take it!"
At the diningroom table, an offer was made, papers were signed, hands were shook. The three left, all very pleased with the results of the day.
Inside the house, the former owners stood and smiled at each other. "Jasmine, eh?" asked the husband. "Of course", the wife answered. "It reminded her of her grandmother's home. You wanted a nice young couple to live here like we did.....when we were alive...."

This is one of the oldest things I've written-saved in my jewelry box for more years than I care to count and never shown but to two or three people.

Knowledge of one who controls the beast
Escapes the average mind
Enriching soley to the controller
Perhaps enchanting to those outside

Only he can operate the massive
Now and forever it is his alone

The metal serpent
Runs free on asphalt oceans
Untouched by those unknowing
Coming swiftly at every turn
Knifing through the constant current
Inside, the controlling mind is at work
Needless of the smaller outside
Going forever free, forever proud

These broken eyes, cant see your smile
I dwell instead on weeping rivers
carving lines in your cheek
never seen in the youth we shared
this damaged heart, wont feel your lips
flesh as ice on my own cold skin
try as you do, to get through
the years my love, have not been kind
And I, watching as my passion bleeds barely warm away
wipe the beads of your tender loss with chill
reflect on what we once were, and I too, weep
though no salt touches my face
No wet sorrow streaks for you
Only in my soul....does the pain reveal
Who I was

These broken eyes, of blue

I walked across the clouds
And fell into the silky white warmness of your arms.
You clung tightly to my naked form
Finding me eager and willing to please.

We danced together in the darkness
Sharing its wild noises and shadowy secrets
Playing wicked games to pass the time
As the world moved quietly by.

(J.R.V.A encouraged me to post..)

A walk home

The sky was dark like a shadow
A late afternoon, the streets dusty and wet
And at the same time, so many people
Go through life telling themselves
The future is like a blank piece of paper
Waiting for someone else to scribble over
Equations, quotations, they can't figure or place
I held your hand, slighter smaller than mine
Ackwardly aginst my hip
I broke the other one, oh this is fine
Because I broke the other one
So many lines, lead us to the same places
This corner, the phone box and the adverts
For discontinued shows
The tall tree's, the wind worries them
They shake their shoulders, some kind
Of timeless threat, something about
Death, and weight, And hundred years ago
A hundred years from now.
A little further, to the pub on the corner
Cars, shuffle unhappily a place at a time
And its here that I stop
And you go one
There must be a billion billion lines
In anyone place
Only two of them matter
Shaped something like one half of a cross
This is where I stop
And this is where you go another way,

Got my vote....excellent

My favorite
 

I had a tough time with these...They were all very good. It got down to two though, and I chose this one because it reminds me of something I am going through right now. Nice work, made me feel

I voted for Tecoyah

I voted for Strange Famous.

I didn't write anything because I'm not much of a poet. Is prose allowed?

I think future contests should have one entry per person.

Any form of writting is allowed.....the intent is to show what you are capable of.....and see what everyone thinks. Please do not vote for someone because of Who they are...but rather....vote on the work, this way we can all benefit from this experiment.


As for one entry per person....I think we can simply quote the piece and compliment it for what it is....rather than limiting creativity.

next month - you should have the submissions posted anonmymously and allow people to vote on the content - without having who the author is cloud their judgement. that takes the 'popularity' contest out of it...

That might be a good Idea...We could P.M. Our stuff to Tecoyah, he could post them all in one, with numbers.
Personally, I really liked my 3 in one poem, but two stuck out to me as better. Tecoyah's, and Guinevere's were amazing. The only reason I picked the one I did was because I had to pick one, and it reminded me of where I am at right now. I would hope that no one would pick something here because of who wrote it, rather, the content. All the stuff I read here was very good, and kudos to all who posted.

That's a smart idea, if Tecoyah has the time.

It's a fantastic Idea...(wish I'd thought of it)...and will become a part of the February readers choice.

Thanx Mal

I haven't voted because it shows the poll results and, quite frankly, seeing a 0% on my name might send me over the edge.... :lol:

OK.....excellent stuff in here....and I certainly hope the new format draws in even more fantastic work.....I may have had the most votes, but in my opinion....not the best work.


On to February.

I'll even volunteer to be the poster of it -- since i can't write to save my life- y'all can play and just send it to me :)

Thanx to you Mal....definately helps

and besides....you started this....heh

You won't see a 0.

I voted for the piece that made me tear up.