Alrighty then. Something a bit different from what we've been doing so far, i.e. this is poetry, not prose.

Place Poem

1. Write a poem describing, but not naming a place. Preferably a well known place, cos I, your humble admin and judge, must GUESS THE PLACE!!

2. Humourous (sp?) poems will be favoured by the Judge - i love to laugh!

3. Rhyming schemes preferred

4. Needs to be at least five verses, but no more than ten

5. ONE ENTRY PER MEMBER

Only post entries in this forum. Any discussion is to be done in the discussion thread which I'll set up in a second. Any discussion posts in here will be deleted, not moved. Don't make me hit you with the Awod™!

Legal, technical and general hoo-hah:
- The judges decision (i.e. mine) is final.
- I shall accept no bribes, death threats or violent beatings from those of you who know me.
- The rules will be obeyed or there shall be Repurcussions (muahaha, etc.)
- The prize shall be decided, er, when I have decided.

ENTRIES TO BE IN BY: 21st September

Okay, here's a little something to inspire you. This thing won me a school poetry contest, and I'd only written it the night before. Bet you can't guess where it is!

This famous little island, dating back to the Celtic times,
Has lived through history, forever in its prime.

We’ve even made some history, we’ve battled against the great,
We owned a quarter of the world, but we lost it (which we hate).

This famous little island is the home to a mongrel race,
We got invaded by the lot of them, we often lost face.

But through the time, we’ve endured that and more,
We invented loads of stuff, we opened up the door.

This famous little island, we’ve pretty much seen it all,
We helped several advances, we’re always on the ball.

We’ve been in wars, we’ve won a lot, we kicked our enemies down,
We beat the Germans and the French, and we got a Chinese town.

This famous little island has a culture to match our fame,
The Yankees try to copy us but it is never the same.

We’ve got Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dickens and all the old dead blokes,
We have the BBC, ITV and Anti-Irish jokes.

This famous little island has taught the world many things,
We can match, catch and throw back whatever our enemy flings.

Of course, our poetry is hard to rhyme; our language has always sucked,
Not enough words sound like each other, so our poems are always…rubbish! See?

Our famous little island will last for millennia to come.
Our way of life and our people will last longer than some.
Our famous little island will never decay,
Off the coast of France, among Atlantic spray.

Well there are lots of entries for this competition aren't there...

This bustling city of ice,
Is where my heart lays best.
It sings the song of Russia
Much better then the rest.

The tourist centre thrives
With dolls and squares of red,
Bells with cracks and peaceful guns,
And even communist dead.

The churches are amazing,
With turrets at the top.
All colours; gold and starry blue
Some even say like lolly pops!

Like churches; shops at every bend,
Competeing to show their ware.
GUM has the widest choice;
But Arbat is just as fair.

Just as proud are the metro stops,
With lights and beauty abound.
Who would have given as much effort as this
To something underground?

But least of all the people there;
All good folk, despite the cold.
The people, the food, shops and fare,
All make this city a place of gold.

Well that's my attempt poetry. Now all you have to do is work out where it is (though that shouldn't be too hard).

:D

I realise we're all busy, but we can't let aleana enter this compo on her own. I'm extending the deadline to 7th October!

aleana15:

Very good. Very good indeed. The traditional view of Moscow (it is Moscow, right?) is that it's just a snowy, cold and therefore miserable city, but your poem gives it a sense of, er, richness, like the city is an unappreciated treasure. This is especially brought about by the repeated imagery of Gold, and the friendly image of Lollipops! Good rhythm and rhyme scheme too.

Top stuff.

I realise it's not the 7th but still heres my contribution........

Sitting squat and ugly,
they stay unmoving, without grace,
The childrens lives are ripped away,
to be found again on another day.

Yet here in this place, are our souls still,
we have to feed the monkey we say,
But we are here together today,
The confusion of reflection plays.

The dark tarmac, has the patter of childrens feet,
and the adult so bitter,
standing no more strong no more tall.
We are together in this place before it all.

In this place were friendships forged.
In one room every week, james the food did gorge.
My laughter rings out at this place,
it is an anthisis of thought and deed,
nearby a quiet place to smoke some weed.

Here friendships and innoccence was lost,
before the ever destroying presence of the man, the boss.
And all else that we learnt there was dross.
quiety we mourn the friend we lost.

For this is the place we first met,
the is the place we thought we'd never miss,
on my stupidity I'll bet,
For here we found both pain and happiness,
we found the peace of friends in the echos of the classroom.
And now it seems, that forever is our doom.

Well, that's very good, but the contest is closed. And since Aleana was the only one who entered, she can't technically win.

I'll give her 25 posts for entering though!


and Gemz, you may notice that you posts in this thread were deleted. That's because only entries and judgements can be posted in here. If you've got something to say, post in the Contest Discussion thread please!