Short Poem Contest - Winners Announced on Pg 9

For all I am
For all that I can be
What am I right now?
Nothing but me.

Do you think that is good short poem? No, not really, well how about you submit one.

The following contest is a Short Poem Free for all . Any topic, any format, basically a free verse, only rule, it must be short, no more than a 8 lines.

8000 ATS Points to the Winner
5000 " " for Second Place
3000 " " for Third Place

Anyone can enter this contest except for me
Writer status will be given to participants. Post your entries in this thread but be sure to bold the poem part of your post. Limit three (3) entries per member.

Winners Announced on Monday, Sept 17
Thread closed to entries midnight eastern Sunday the 16th.

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In addition to the official winners, we'll also have popular vote winner

Participants and readers, show us who is your favorite poet by giving their post a star.

The poem with the most stars will also win a prize.


good luck have fun



[edit on 9-13-2007 by worldwatcher]

[edit on 9-14-2007 by worldwatcher]

[edit on 9-17-2007 by worldwatcher]

When Saints Peter and Paul
get faint and teeter and fall,
And hethens recall leapin the wall for reasons ta brawl,
I contemplate stoppin fate, while hate's deceivin us all,
Sometimes that leap of faith's an "Even Steven" reason to withdraw,
It gets deadly wild for ev'ry child thats sleepin on the floor,
When dreams behold the snake then motivate ta even up the score,
I guess I'm cleanin up once more,
By acts of redemption searches,
but the tax on my spendin purchase,
subtracted from ends I've earned just reacts and begins ta surplus,
Got me rushin-turbo to adjust the thermo-
stat on that friendly furnace,
Cuz its getting hot and sinning thoughts-
become facts and they get me nervous,
Because it aint in my budget to entrust in pastors in city churches,
Cuz them bastards with tricky sermons are masters of quick diversions
So casually slickly word it,
A trap for nit-wits that learn it, like graphicly scripted murders,
they have to depict a verdict, or like plans of a sickly hermit,
they might wither away,
one stone in the right position could leed the river astray,
one throne with the right conviction could leed ta mental decay,
but Ask for a minute and Cynic just might give ya a day,
When they ask for a small percentage will you give it away?
This is the real thang, no game that players scrimmage and play,
Envision iconic Christian Islamic image and pray,
Under God invisible, with indivisable pain,
But what could Cynical gain by slice'n at that critical vein?
Deceite to control the meek and weak's a pitiful shame,
By labeling a man a Saint, That individual's name:
becomes subliminally lifted ta unforgetable fame.
And mild liars start wild fires with unpredictable flames.
So which are you, habitual or just a ritual saint?

interesting poem cynical, but it will not qualify for the contest.

Only Rule to the contest

8 lines or less

Flaws in Perfection-

No one is perfect as we all would like to be.
only is the wind, only is the ground.
There are so many places that I can be found..
Flaws in perfection are ever so clear, put together our deepest fears...
So far away but right by our side, flaws in perfection never die.
Comes my thoughts ever so dear, from beyond the grave, and past the hills, will come a feeling that would normally chill. but to me its becoming quite, the reasons you leave and the reason you die..




Edit- Wrote that when my father & wife passed away.. Was a trying time in my life, and writting was one of my only outlets Hope you enjoy it
I cut it down to 8 lines, was a little longer. but this is the short version.



[edit on 13-9-2007 by zysin5]

Sorry, I foolishly didn't read any rules., any limit on the number of entries that can be submitted?.. Alright so 8 lines or less, I'll try again, here goes:

Organized religion's driven on corrupted designs,
So choose or guess, Consume'n flesh while drunk from cups fulla wine,
That represent the esscences of love and blood of divine,
Weeld the harp and build an Ark for the next flood you can find,
when the ozone's breached, I hope you'll reach the shuttle in time,
So close to peace, almost deceased, humble'ly mumble'in rhymes,
A sole person, Soul searchin, stuck with nothin inside,
So slap me twice maybe I'll sacrifice my gumption and pride.

this is a poem i wrote over 10 years ago, but I have always loved it, and never forgot it since the day I wrote it:

Each tree seed was asked at birth
If the curse of the earth's dirt
Was worth living in thirst
And First, Given these words,
Some chose to grow and others not
So as some will bloom fruit
their brothers will rot.

- me ©2007

I've been hurting forever
time to let it go
I am already dead
time to end the show
Now I'm alone
I am very confused
Banished forever
alone and abused

Heh. Enjoy.


A member once asked of John Lear,
Your theory is strange and quite queer,
I don’t know if I buy it,
Though others may try it:
The moon does not have atmosphere.



{edit to change three letters -- worked better in retrospect}

[edit on 13-9-2007 by MajorMalfunction]

It's been a while since I dabbled in poetry, but my doggerel skills seem not to be dormant, just very, very rusty:


New people here, who are quite busy,
Bizarre posts that make me dizzy.
Has reason come and gone for them?
Or has it never been?
A skeptic has to ask, you see,
To keep a lid on panic.
Otherwise the credulous
Tend to get quite manic.

There is power in thought

Passion metered out by the mind

A moment that time caught

Never again to be left behind

This is just to get the "thought" juices flowing since we can make up to three entries. The awarding of writer status as a participant is even more exciting to me than the points for those that win.

In addition to the official winner, how about a popular vote winner.

Participants and readers, show us who is your favorite poet by giving their post a star.

The poem with the most stars will also win a prize.


[edit on 9-13-2007 by worldwatcher]

I modified this from 'my profile':

Raindrops

Raindrops...falling down
To a place...where they crown
The flowers and trees, floating with the breeze
Knowing not, where they go, but pleasant and just so

Raindrops...magnifying colors
Bringing out the best
And shouldn't we do this for others
And others for the rest?


[edit on 13-9-2007 by TheDuckster]

I have hung up my tin foil hat


I have hung up my tin foil hat
On a hook of disillusionment
Until I can find something that
Seems to be more translucent.

I have learned to call it the ATS Mind,
Critical, questioning and never satisfied
Until the bottom is found, sought to the rind
That is the beauty of the ATS mind

I knew there was a reason I started to write again.Is it ok to repost peoms I already put in my own thread? There is only 2, I'll write a third one new.
#1
White fades to black through shades of grey,
Void of every rainbow
Sorrow follows into the dark
No light , no feeling, no hope
Nothing...

#2
My life is a rose with many thorns,and Iam solitary...
Beautiful , but cannot be touched...
Those who do...pull away in pain...
Never to touch again....

Tears like raindrops...cover the petals
and though the sun shines...a greyness stays above
Starving me of what I need,
I wither away...and blow in the cold wind.


edited #2 down to 8 lines from 10, but it is my original work so I can do that. #3 on the way. AccessDenied





[edit on 13-9-2007 by AccessDenied]

I heard Iran's gonna get themselves nailed
In those old fashioned Blitzkreig ways
and that it'll only take three short days.

Afterwards, the world's gonna be fine
cuz then they'll all walk a straight line.

So why should I worry?
Please pass me the curry...
Geez, I love these India Pale Ales.

My head's in the sand, its been there for years
I blame Ms. Spears career for the jeers and the tears
And my fear is the sheer terror in my ears
has blinded my mind worse than the beers
That have steered me away from what is so clear;
The important things that have happened this year
Like Iraq and Iran, Darfur and Niger
Oh please help me clear this Spear from my ear!

Questions are raised, Theories are thrown.
Stories debunked, The future unkown.
Paranormal is explored, Politics are debated.
Searching for truth, Is our mission stated.
Reading the threads, Watching for news.
Wondering what's next, Digging for clues.
Claims are upheld, Some laid to rest.
The denying of ignorance, Our A.T.S. quest.

America, you love them so!
You praise the benevolent destiny

Turned them to machines. You wear them
in a locket dangling between your breasts.

You shrink them down to the size of sequins
and sew them all over your clothes,

And then flash their pictures
across the sea.

TIME TO GO

Summer had come and gone
Cool breezes in the air
The lake silent of children
Windows barred and fridges emptied
He took her hand and said
It's time to go

Everything is in archetypal leaps.
The talent I have given you is red white and blue,
If surprise is anything then imagination will destroy it.
The Rio Grande pulls the green all together in a dry state,
the space is always moving.