|
|
|
Unlucky in Love Poetry Contest |
|
|
Rules:
For the contest, the participants were given a list of 15 unrelated words. They were given 20 minutes to write a "poem" that included every one of those 15 words. At the end of the 20 minutes, they were required to recite their poetry for the judges. They could use the words in any order, could make them plural, but not altered in any other manner. The poems did not have to rhyme, but they needed to flow like regular poetry.
The words used were as follows:
The participants were: Anika, Arkturus, Flamesong, Heemor, and Phaidra
Anika recites:
"O, my PUPPY, what news have you for me TODAY?,
For the FLOWERs STINK, and the sky's no longer CLEAR.
What's that, my puppy, some AWFUL BUG
Sunk my WARRIOR in a PIT far from here?"
s>Anika's skin turns a pasty shade.
s>Anika gets a mournful expression on her face.
Anika recites:
"What sorrowing news, my puppy, what sorrow crosses the DESK!,
For I thought the ORANGE sunrise meant great LUCK!
But now I feel some ARROW is PUNCHed my heart
And in a dark COFFER will it evermore be stuck!"
s>(Anika motions as if to stab herself.)
s>Anika slowly sinks to the ground.
s>(Anika lowers her head before bowing slightly.)
s>Arkturus says, "This is entitled, "Ode to a woman whose name I can't quite remember at the moment.""
s>Arkturus recites:
"O, dearest woman whose name I hath forgotten due to excessive alcohol consumption!"
s>Arkturus recites:
"Mine luck be-eth like that of a warrior whose arrow has struck a puppy in its furry little head
Splattering brains and blood in a gory concussion of love!"
s>Arkturus recites:
"For today, thine love has struck my heart in a simply awful way!
For yay, though I love thee like one loves the stink of a flower
Like a sack of oranges beating my skull
Like a series of punches slowly whittling mine mind into a mushy pulp
It cannot be."
s>Arkturus recites:
"Thus I clear mine desk, and bug mine manservant til he presently bringeth the whiskey.
I drink, with a hope that your face will be locked away in the deepest pits of my mind.
Locked away in an unpenetrable coffer for all eternity.
For yours is a heart I simply cannot win."
s>Arkturus recites:
"As I forgot where you live."
s>Arkturus recites:
"Where's my whiskey?"
s>Arkturus bows.
s>Flamesong says, "I present for your entertainment, 'An Eros day to remember'."
s>Flamesong recites:
"It was awful today and my head would not clear,
My coffers were empty, a bug was trying to cause me fear."
s>Flamesong recites:
"I sat at my desk and pondered my orange drapes,
For as luck would have it, my former lover took them to make capes."
s>Flamesong sighs.
s>Flamesong recites:
"I took a punch at the wall, and the puppy gave me a look.
'This really does stink, my things lost to a crook.'"
s>Flamesong recites:
"It seemed that all was lost in this pit of dispair,
No hope was in sight, life seemed truly not fair."
Flamesong hangs his head.
s>Flamesong recites:
"But as they say, love does always spring anew,
Like a flower blooming, it really is true."
s>Flamesong recites:
"For as I went off to the shop with musical themes,
An arrow struck me in the chest, strange as it seems."
s>Flamesong recites:
"I turned in surprise and what should I see?
My new dearest love, looking right back at me."
s>Flamesong recites:
"Now it may not last, and life may not always be grand,
But for now love is back, and on that hope I stand."
s>(Flamesong bows gracefully.)
s>Heemor recites:
"Today was the day"
s>Heemor recites:
"When he was to forever lay"
s>Heemor recites:
"A brave soul ventures in the bog's awful stink
His armor making a loud clink"
s>Heemor recites:
"An orange puppy follows
Its tongue lapping out as it swallows"
s>Heemor recites:
"Before them loomed a large pit
Which alarmed the warrior a bit"
s>Heemor recites:
"Inside was a dark coffer
In which bugs made flesh softer"
s>Heemor recites:
"Suddenly a motion
Like a large desk in sliding motion"
s>Heemor recites:
"A hideous beast leaps from the ground
Clear intentions to pound"
s>Heemor recites:
"The warrior fires his arrow
At the wight from the barrow"
s>Heemor recites:
"Drawing back for a clear shot
He hits a nearby flower pot"
s>Heemor recites:
"What absence of luck
Amid the muck"
s>Heemor recites:
"The wight lands a punch
And makes the warrior its lunch"
s>Heemor says, "the end"
s>Heemor bows.
s>Phaidra exclaims, "I cam across a puppy who I think had bugs!" s>Phaidra exclaims, "Of all the awful bad luck It looks like with him I'm stuck!" s>Phaidra says, "he musta fell in a pit, or languished in a coffer" s>Phaidra says, "that is the only excuse I can offer" s>(Phaidra funny coloured mutt all orange and brown, kinda like hte feathers on a warriors arrow) s>Phaidra says, "Ah his bath is is done today" s>Phaidra says, "As pretty as punch and as sweet as a flower" s>Phaidra says, "Qlthough he has turned into quite a pest, I guess it;s okay tp put his feet on my desk" s>Phaidra says, "whew, the end " s>Phaidra laughs!