"Lines one, two, and five have to rhyme,
And it's never considered a crime
To rhyme three and four,
And there's not any more,
For, my friend, you have run out of time."

--"Out on a Limerick", Mary Blocksma



It's back!

Once again, Drytear is hosting a friendly poetry contest. Confound your peers with your wit or awe the rest of Drytear's denizens with your poetic abilities! This time, the theme is 'political/world issues'--anything from abortion to global warming to the sweatshops of India. Or, if you prefer, sober kids in India. (The theme is purposely broadened to allow a wide variety of subject matter.) Each entry will be judged based on content first, form second (flow & rhythm), and a winner will be picked among the runner-ups. Every entry will get feedback. Feel free to unleash your muse. Please post your entries in this thread. PM any questions to the judges.

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Form: Limericks
A limerick is humorous nonsense verse consisting of a triplet and couplet, making it a five line poem. Lines one, two, and five are the triplet and rhyme. Lines three and four form a rhyming couplet.

Theme: Political/world issues
i.e. Abortion, gay marriage, your government, poverty, War on Drugs, seal hunts, global warming, radicalism, war crimes, etc.

Deadline: March 5 '07
On the likely chance people want to fine-tune their poetry before submission, the deadline may be extended from two weeks to a full month pending an announcement.

Judges: Mystic Goth, PamelaB, Zenobian Milo, The Dawning, & Kateypieee

Rules:
1.) Judges cannot participate.
2.) Must follow the form of poetry or face disqualification.
3.) Follows the theme stated.
4.) One entry per person.
5.) Must be your own work!

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That is all. We begin.

In this mixed world of language and race
There’s no fear in the colour of face
You know what most scares me
It’s beards long and hairy
And smiling eyes covered in lace

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I read about self-grant to eternal life.
I hold in my hand a replica of the cross and just a imagination of your torment.
“What’s that you hold?”
“A Cross.”
“You evil snake, you believe in that little make believe. You f---ing b----.”
But no laugh or cry touch me but ran in; fear.

The devil tempts thee.
Your death wasn’t in vain

I walk by an ungodly street.
They sigh if they hear the word ‘God.’
Even my shadow turn to dust when it steps on the floor of hatred.
“What are you doing in our streets, isn’t the world big enough for you?”
Growls a bum spitting on my every direction.
But I had nothing but pity for the man, “Don’t worry, Jesus, the son of God, will protect you.”
“Je… Jesus!” echoed the citizens of this Ungodly Street. Waving down my throat.
“How dear you mention that thing in this streets?” screamed a angered Bum.
It was this point I felt tears dripping down my mouth.
But then a wave of glory started to spit.
A baby with a cross like scar was lying on a grass.
“Christ” it cried.

Our world is overrun by price
Bushes tax on all that's nice
When we rebel
We'll all raise hell
It'll be Anarchy in Paradise

the american dream is in toil
our heros wear six feet of soil
our money is jesus
and the world sees us
as we sell our blood for some oil

Blowing your own strumpet

I turned on the heat... I was cold..
Must be ~ me~. I am just getting old.
by the evening I will sweat
Turn the air on with regret
To the power company I"ll sell my soul.

Our Enemy

We said the pen would be mightier than the sword,
but wrote our history in the blood of our Lord,
dripping from the tip of our conquer's sword.

Now, we say the keyboard is mightier than the bomb;
they laugh at us, and aspire martyrdom.

The wedding Picture -
.

Tommy and Joe were a matching couple,
pictured ever after well oiled and supple,
in matching nudity with bowties,
to their female friends suprise -
with evidence of a quintuple decouple.
.
maisie

Paper love dangles on a thin string,
while paper men are devoted fat kings,
the dead sure won't defy
our paper's corrupting lies,
so scissors and a lighter is all I will bring.

Gordon Brown wants to be the 'main man'.
But we'll be expected to carry the can
For the massive mistake
This 'main man' will make
When our bombs start to fall on Iran.

Global Warming and Methane

They all say that this globe is a warmin’
Because people are all over it swarmin’
They have said it’s a gas
Like the animals pass
And like a green fog above us it’s formin’

my best friend

Today I found a friend,
Who knew everything I felt.
She knew my every weakness,
And the problems I've been dealt.
She understood my wonders,
And listened to my dreams.
She listened to how I felt about life and love,
And knew what it all means.

Not once did she interrupt me,
Or tell me I was wrong.
She understood what I was going through,
And promised she'd stay long

I reached out to this friend
To show her that i care
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there

I went to hold her hand
To pull her a bit nearer
And realized that this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but my mirror.

The wealthy are not in Nantucket.
Nor do they carry a bucket.
Owning Exxon and Shell
and GM as well,
they tell Mr. Bluecollar, sucket.

"charlize and ali’s wedding vows"

you say my lover and i destroy the sanctity of marriage,
yet not once do you disparage -
shows like the bachelor and more,
where you aren’t marriage material if you aren’t a whore
but if you are, away you go in horse drawn carriage.

Hi Moderator

I think that you should reiterate the strict rules of the composition of a 'Limerick' and keep these entries in one specific thread.

Thanks!

I have to agree with bushleader on this one.

DCMerkle

Today is Monday.

That said, this contest is closed. Thanks to all the participants and their entries! Now the judges will begin their sleep-depriving duty. Expect the ratings within a week, next Monday latest.