2nd DPS poetry writing competition :)
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Hahaha, my mistake.Originally posted by jusgal:asplooh can be participant 9 & 13 meh???
DP...u sotong
Actually it is because I canÂ’t get enough of asplooh mah.
Now foxwalk becomes the 13th Poet!
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Hello foxwalk, thanks for participating!Originally posted by foxwalk:---Tonight (9/3/2001)---
LetÂ’s arrange to sleep
Under
The sky tonight
I shall feel your tickling fingers
Trailing hot salty tears of loneliness
From my tired eyes
Though separated by light years distances,
And the deserts,
The nameless oceans,
The magnolia fields
That we used to run together in,
And the isolated vacuum of time
In which
I long to be trapped with you,
Â…
We shall admire the moon together
And imagine it to be a mirror
Reflecting
Each otherÂ’s smiling faces back
I shall point at the brightest star
The one, that is similar
In fieriness and intensity
To the overwhelming
Orgasmic passion
You induce in me
Maybe
If you point at the same star
Our fingers will touch
Sending plasmatic electricity
Through distances long and far
Lighting up the entire night sky
As our existence cease to be
A meaningless vacuous lie
Perhaps then,
To celebrate this moment of enchantment
Confetti will start to rain down
On me.
hope u didnt find that i posted too many.. maybe i should just stop here..
I really enjoy reading your poems. Maybe you can create a thread to post all your poems there and if you need to make it sticky, you can also let me know.
Regarding the competition, there is no limit of submissions lah. But four poems should be enough for this round of the competition. Save it for future competitions okay.
Really looking forward to read your other poems. -
Be all the ink drives you to be.
Let the script flow like the ravishing night
In the still of the Earth,
We shall discover a new Omar Khayyam
resplendant in his magic
weaved from simple tales
of the desert.
Enjoy the competition guys! -
thanks.. my signature is my poem too, but a very short angry one.. heheOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Hello foxwalk, thanks for participating!
no thank you for making this forum. I really enjoy reading your poems. Maybe you can create a thread to post all your poems there and if you need to make it sticky, you can also let me know.
sticky?Regarding the competition, there is no limit of submissions lah. But four poems should be enough for this round of the competition. Save it for future competitions okay.
i've got plenty more where that came from. 
Really looking forward to read your other poems.
cheers! -
scandalousOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Hahaha, my mistake.
Actually it is because I canÂ’t get enough of asplooh mah.
Now foxwalk becomes the 13th Poet! -
I notice that too, sort of a Haiku right?Originally posted by foxwalk:thanks.. my signature is my poem too, but a very short angry one.. hehe
cheers!
I am a great fan of short poems, esp those that shock or make you think real hard.
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no lah mi good boiOriginally posted by jusgal:scandalous
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A gentle reminder, 8 more days to go.
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My BRIDE
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The clock strikes 6 as I blinked at my
watch
It's now getting dark, the sun is about to
set
Everybody seems to be so cool, why
the heck do I felt like a fool?
Lord, Heavens! In this day, I beg you.
Please let me through...
I stood still next to my brother
He tapped my back and told me to relax.
My hands are sweaty, my knees are
shaky
I feel so tensed, this ain't gonna be
easy!
Flickering lights trailed down the aisle.
Little girls with crafted wings started to
march merrily
As they scatter white petals like as if
they were confetti
Telling me that itÂ’s the beginning of a
very long journey
Three little boys trot like horses
Holding each treasure, ‘Kids don’t
forget to hold your trousers!Â’
The RING that will bind us, the COIN
that symbolizes wealth
And the BIBLE which will guide us in
our upcoming quests. -
continued....
Relatives and friends entered in
partners
Carrying the CORD, VEIL and
CANDLESÂ…
People are piling up, my neck is getting
longer
‘Damn’, I said to myself. I just can’t wait
to see her!
IÂ’ve been blinded by this moment
Flashes of light, all cameras are set
The sound of the violin is floating in the
air
Chants of the choir, feels like heaven is
here
There were drum rolls deep inside me
From afar I saw her smile, Yes! My
Princess, my wife to be
Karen Denisse Celerio.. In a moment
you will be
Mrs. Karen Denisse Celerio-Guevarra,
and thatÂ’s because of me!
She wears a simple gown of white satin
and marquisette
Even if sheÂ’s a few meters away, ThatÂ’s
Calvin Klein, I bet!
God knows how long IÂ’ve waited to be
at her side
Now I release my breathe and stood up
with prideÂ…
Coz here she comesÂ…Here comes my
BRIDEÂ… -
FRIENDs
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A friend is a crutch when you're
falling apart. A friend is a pillar
when you have a broken heart. A friend
is a treasure without knowing why. A
friend holds you together and won't let
you cry -
Happiness
Happiness isn't getting waht we want,
but being satisfied with what we have.
The way to be happy is to be grateful
even with the small blessings we
receive..I'm proud to be here and
having my spouse is enough blessing for
me!... -
Supporter
You give me hope
The strength, the will to keep on
No one else can make me feel this way
And only you
Can bring out all the best I can do
I believe you turn the tide
And make me feel real good inside ...
You pushed me up
When I'm about to give up
You're on my side when no one seems to
listen
And if you go
You know the tears can't help but show
You'll break this heart and tear it
apart
Then suddenly the madness starts ...
It's your smile
Your face, your lips that I miss
Those sweet little eyes that stare at
me
And make me say
I'm with you through all the way
'Cause it's you
Who fills the emptiness in me
It changes ev'rything, you see
When I know I've got you with me ... -
Shall we call this poem 'The Present' ?Originally posted by jolin80:Life is a collection of moments.
They are all important.
They all count.
After we live them, each of these moments is gone forever.
Guilt is nothing more than wasting today�fs precious moments on something that can�ft be changed from the past.
Worry is nothing more than wasting today�fs precious moments on something that may or may not happen in the future.
Today is all we have.
We need to live all of today's moments.
Today is a gift.
Thats why its called "the present." -
Anymore? Anymore? 6 more days to go before the deadline for submissions. But if no more maybe we can start the voting a few days earlier?
Hee hee I am so desperate for the voting to start. I wonder who will be the winners for this round.
By the way, due to the large number of participants, there will be three prizes i.e. first, second and third prize.
Good luck. -
alright .... thks anywayOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Shall we call this poem 'The Present' ? -
Wonders
Wonder how life can be so beautiful
But yet not all are perfect
Seeing people all around the World
You might see the ugly sight
Is it a wonder to you
Wonder why friendship is so precious
Yet no one can tighten it
Quarrels and misunderstandings might occur
But there is a way to solve them
Do you ever lose a friend before
Wonder why you have to work so hard
Only if You are the only breadwinner
But is it true you can always support the family
Where you and me dont even know
Have you thought about it before
Wonder when miracles might come onto you
Which you never notice before
When help is wanted, surely there be a hand
Helping out you to pull you up
Have you met them
Wondering why wonders is like a dream
Where people think it's so common
Might be day-dream or an illusion
Where you always never know
Just stay cool and dream if you can -
i think
i still think of u.
the years that we held,
the pain that we felt.
i m sure if we lived in a different time,
different world.
we might be able to make it,
might still be together.
we've lived our live thru hell,
we fight in our own heaven.
today i still am held in your cell. -
My simple contribution......
Dreaming of that stranger behind that pretty nickname
Have you seen...
that girl,
a pretty nickname on my screen.
A stranger yet a friend,
never met and yet so near.
I have been...
captivated by that stranger
behind a pretty nickname.
Faceless yet the beauty I see,
have not spoken and yet I hear.
How could this..
be.
A faceless stranger I am longing to see.
For every empty screen
my heart a beat it skips.
For every post not replied
a night I lose trying to sleep.
For every toss and every turn,
I dream a dream of that stranger...
I hope to meet.
Who is she...
that stranger behind that pretty nickname.
How I wish, in reality,
she too was dreaming a dream...
anxiously waiting for me.
Falling in love with that person behind a nicknameÂ….a surreal feeling!!!! Can it happen? Never met in realityÂ…only in cyberspaceÂ….
A stranger yet a friendÂ…. Never met and yet so near.
Infact sometimes I find it easier to converse with someone on the net than in reality
Faceless yet the beauty I seeÂ….have not spoken and yet I hear.
Maybe it is because words are real mirror to the soul. We get to read the inner person and not be over engrossed by the outer appearance of that person.
Now only if I have the courage to meet her outside cyberspace...
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Originally posted by I_am_PeTe_Parker:
haha who is that person....
My simple contribution......
[b]Dreaming of that stranger behind that pretty nickname
Have you seen...
that girl,
a pretty nickname on my screen.
A stranger yet a friend,
never met and yet so near.
I have been...
captivated by that stranger
behind a pretty nickname.
Faceless yet the beauty I see,
have not spoken and yet I hear.
How could this..
be.
A faceless stranger I am longing to see.
For every empty screen
my heart a beat it skips.
For every post not replied
a night I lose trying to sleep.
For every toss and every turn,
I dream a dream of that stranger...
I hope to meet.
Who is she...
that stranger behind that pretty nickname.
How I wish, in reality,
she too was dreaming a dream...
anxiously waiting for me.
Falling in love with that person behind a nicknameÂ….a surreal feeling!!!! Can it happen? Never met in realityÂ…only in cyberspaceÂ….
A stranger yet a friendÂ…. Never met and yet so near.
Infact sometimes I find it easier to converse with someone on the net than in reality
Faceless yet the beauty I seeÂ….have not spoken and yet I hear.
Maybe it is because words are real mirror to the soul. We get to read the inner person and not be over engrossed by the outer appearance of that person.
Now only if I have the courage to meet her outside cyberspace... [/b] -
x2. I wonder who can that be?Originally posted by asplooh:haha who is that person.... -
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT (AGAIN)
Dear poets,
I will be stopping the total numbers of submissions at 40.
I donÂ’t want the judges & the rest of you to be tired out. (Reading 40 poems is not an easy task my friends)
IÂ’ve learnt many things from organizing this round competition. Hopefully the 3rd round, which will be held next year Jan 2005 will be better organized.
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no more submissions allowed? phew. i was just developing mental block.
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Now only 38, can have 2 more lah.Originally posted by HENG@:no more submissions allowed? phew. i was just developing mental block. -
oh er... ok. let me try to write one more.Originally posted by DeadPoet:Now only 38, can have 2 more lah.