6th DPS Poetry Writing Competition
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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT
Dear friends,
I regret to inform you that due to insufficient entries, we have decided to postpone the competition to Jan/Feb 2007.
I apologized for any inconveniences caused.
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Dear fellow poets, it is time to feast. The theme for 6th DPS Poetry Writing Competition is Food. This should be a familiar theme since quite a few of the poems posted here have food as their theme. Some examples are “Ode to Nutella” by StrodingersCat, “A Bowl of Herbal Stew” by fudgester, “Diner” by peebrain, “Marzipan” by Mirumoto, etc.
Feeling hungry now? Before you start feasting please read the following rules and regulations carefully. Bon appetit!
Rules and Regulations
1) You must be the original author of your submissions.
2) No published poems allowed.
3) Maximum TWO submissions per participant.
4) Submissions are strictly by pm only. After the deadline, I will post all submissions in a thread without the name of the authors. ParticipantsÂ’ identities will only be revealed after the results are out.
5) All submissions must be in latest by 31st October 2006.
6) Non-sgforums members are most welcome to participate. #
Open Category & JudgesÂ’ Choice Category
In the Open Category members of the public, i.e. you, will get to vote for your favourite poem. The poem with the most votes will be the winner for this category. A different thread will be created on a later for voting purpose.
In the JudgesÂ’ Choice Category members from the judging panel will select a winning poem. The panel will consist of three local/overseas poets. The names of the three judges will be announced on a later date.
It is highly possible that the same poem is selected for both categories i.e. two prizes will be awarded to the same winner.
I wish to clarify that if your poem is not selected in the JudgesÂ’ Choice Category, it does not mean your poem is not good enough. The judges have the right to select, in their opinions, the best poem among the submissions.
# For non-sgforums members, you can send your submissions via email. My email address can be found at my blog. Due to security reasons, attachment will not be entertained.
Good luck and happy writing!
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We have 2 participants with 3 submissions. -
*me drinks a bowl of herbal stew for inspiration*
*no inspiration yet*
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hmmmmm...*difts off into char kway teow paradise*
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Still early. Take your time.Originally posted by fudgester:*me drinks a bowl of herbal stew for inspiration*
*no inspiration yet* -
I am hungry.Originally posted by kaobeikaobu:hmmmmm...*difts off into char kway teow paradise* -
Eh, DP, no say "Ready! Set! Go!!!!" ???
I want to take photo of everyone dashing madly to grab pen and paper, laptop, typewriter, toilet-paper.... -
Er, toilet-paper?Originally posted by expiringpoet:Eh, DP, no say "Ready! Set! Go!!!!" ???
I want to take photo of everyone dashing madly to grab pen and paper, laptop, typewriter, toilet-paper.... 
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food....mmm....not my forte but can try to write about instant noodles
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Why instant noodles?Originally posted by The man who was death:food....mmm....not my forte but can try to write about instant noodles -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:3) Maximum of TWO submissions per participant i.e. a poem for each selected photograph.
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Originally posted by Devil1976:
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Hmm..
This must be how hieroglyphs started... -
i have a deep affection for instant noodlesOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Why instant noodles? -
I wrote abt banana
counted or not? -
How many times must I tell you?Originally posted by laurence82:I wrote abt banana
counted or not?
Must add hot fudge to it. -
Sorry dude. Via pm only.Originally posted by laurence82:I wrote abt banana
counted or not? -
Korean or Japanese?Originally posted by The man who was death:i have a deep affection for instant noodles -
Just to share an excellent food poem with you guys.
Monologue for an Onion
I don't mean to make you cry.
I mean nothing, but this has not kept you
From peeling away my body, layer by layer,
The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills
With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit.
Poor deluded human: you seek my heart.
Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin: I am pure onion--pure union
Of outside and in, surface and secret core.
Look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
Is this the way you go through life, your mind
A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth,
Of lasting union--slashing away skin after skin
From things, ruin and tears your only signs
Of progress? Enough is enough.
You must not grieve that the world is glimpsed
Through veils. How else can it be seen?
How will you rip away the veil of the eye, the veil
That you are, you who want to grasp the heart
Of things, hungry to know where meaning
Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion-juice,
Yellow peels, my stinging shreds. You are the one
In pieces. Whatever you meant to love, in meaning to
You changed yourself: you are not who you are,
Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins.
And at your inmost circle, what? A core that is
Not one. Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,
Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,
A heart that will one day beat you to death.
By Suji Kwock Kim -
koreanOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Korean or Japanese? -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:
Hmm.
Just to share an excellent food poem with you guys.
[b]Monologue for an Onion
I don't mean to make you cry.
I mean nothing, but this has not kept you
From peeling away my body, layer by layer,
The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills
With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit.
Poor deluded human: you seek my heart.
Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin: I am pure onion--pure union
Of outside and in, surface and secret core.
Look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
Is this the way you go through life, your mind
A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth,
Of lasting union--slashing away skin after skin
From things, ruin and tears your only signs
Of progress? Enough is enough.
You must not grieve that the world is glimpsed
Through veils. How else can it be seen?
How will you rip away the veil of the eye, the veil
That you are, you who want to grasp the heart
Of things, hungry to know where meaning
Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion-juice,
Yellow peels, my stinging shreds. You are the one
In pieces. Whatever you meant to love, in meaning to
You changed yourself: you are not who you are,
Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins.
And at your inmost circle, what? A core that is
Not one. Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,
Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,
A heart that will one day beat you to death.
By Suji Kwock Kim[/b] -
Originally posted by Devil1976:Hmm.
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Philosophically DEEP.Originally posted by DeadPoet: -
DEEP, I like.Originally posted by Devil1976:Philosophically DEEP.
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Currently we have 2 participants with 3 submissions.
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Up for you.