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Y'know what, sure. I'm in.
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Jun 1, 2020 22:08
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I'm in.
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Jun 1, 2020 23:26
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Signups closed/remember this is a thing post.
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Jun 11, 2020 08:08
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Djeser fucked around with this message at 10:20 on Oct 17, 2021 |
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Jun 13, 2020 06:12
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‘petative nonsense words winter cold, summer heat twenty-three tilt degrees seasonal cause cyclical changes that seem like they never end all this depends upon natural laws
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Jun 15, 2020 16:11
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Fizzicky fozzicky Werner Karl Heisenberg claimed you can't measure both placement and speed; Only applies to the submicroscopical never mind protests of drivers on weed.
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Jun 15, 2020 20:55
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Runalong runalong, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Second-choice laureate, Strove to compose Poems chiefly lyrical, But though his output was Indefatigable, He wrote dull prose.
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Jun 16, 2020 23:30
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Dactyl Judgement A bunch of interesting approaches here. rickiep00h ignored all the constraints but the meter, and still came up with something that looks like it almost belongs. curlingiron hit each one, with meter that requires a one syllable 'poem', but was insufficiently amusing, and the final line struggles to fit the meter. Which brings us down to the two contenders. Both wrote some nice light/comic prose, largely within the form. But I'm going to dock Djeser points for his nonsense words. They're supposed to be repetitive, and that's really crucial to the form. They're there to set the rhythm, and after them it becomes easier to parse the following lines as Dactyls rather than the more standard two-beat feet. So when you don't repeat, instead put out tounge-tripping nonsense words that require mental effort to pronounce at all, you lose a load-bearing element of the form. Which makes it a close call. Maugrim's Double Dactyls is a fine example, has a reasonably clever joke in it. Of Djeser's three, only one really does more than relate the history. There's a bit more cleverness in the word choices in Djeser's, but ultimately, this week's win goes to Maugim
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Jun 17, 2020 09:00
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Oh! I wasn't expecting that. Right then, let me crack open my copy of The Elements of Eloquence to a random page... "Personification". That'll do. Prosopopoeia if we want to get highfalutin. Best used in little doses to create vivid unexpected images; Iago posted:O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; Tends to get a bit silly if you carry on for much longer. Well, let's try it anyway! I don't mind a bit of silly. Pick an abstract concept and personify it in verse. I'm not going to dictate form but let's keep it snappy: max of either 8 lines or 60 words, whichever you prefer (yes, that means you can have 8 lines of 100 words each if you really want). If you want me to assign you your subject, you can request a flash rule. No porn. After last week in Thunderdome I feel a need to specify that. Signups close Wednesday 24th June. Judgement will occur on Wednesday 1st July, but if everyone submits early then I'll judge early.
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Jun 17, 2020 14:32
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Okay I guess that was a poo poo prompt! Signups will remain open until the submission deadline (end of next Tuesday) and I will also accept acrostic poems or limericks on any topic.
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Jun 23, 2020 10:30
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I'll bite if submissions are still open since no one submitted.
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Jun 26, 2020 11:38
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Yep, signups are so open you hardly even need to do it. Just post your poem personifying an abstract concept, or a limerick or acrostic poem on any topic, by the time I check the thread on Wednesday!
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Jun 26, 2020 12:27
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Spoken word, ink to paper, the sound of the drum, paint to canvas. To express yourself and to be understood. Is life's greatest enjoyment
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Jun 29, 2020 02:31
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Welp I guess it's Wednesday With a grand total of one entry I declare The Juggernaut our... Wait what's this The Juggernaut posted:Spoken word, Thus dies the Pretty certain that's no limerick. Opens - S.. i.. t.. p.. T.. a.. I.. Endings - d.. r.. m.. s.. f.. d.. t.. Meaningful acrostic this is not. Dumb I may be (seriously, I'd be Overjoyed to be corrected) but My poor brain can't find a person here. Ergo, poem does not meet the prompt. (While I have to disqualify you, I will say thanks for submitting something! I did enjoy your poem, just couldn't see how it fit the constraints.)
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Jul 1, 2020 17:05
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Sorry I thought it was open verse? I'll submit a limerick.
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Jul 3, 2020 01:56
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The prompt was to personify an abstract concept. Sorry about not getting in this time, my body decided to be terrible for a bit. 
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Jul 3, 2020 02:14
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All good. I don't know where poemdome goes from here though. I guess if OP turns up or enough people want to kick it off again... Or if The Juggernaut wants to go ahead and hit us with a prompt?
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Jul 3, 2020 22:39
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I also entered a poem. It personified the concept of absence.
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Jul 6, 2020 09:38
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Here is our prompt, the sky over the ocean is the most clear and epic. Tell us about the salty seas and the sky above. Free form but rhymes are always appreciated. Rhyme scheme ABCABCD Deadline is 7-17 in the year of our Lord 2020 The Juggernaut fucked around with this message at 09:40 on Jul 9, 2020 |
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Jul 9, 2020 09:32
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ill post but i dont wanna be the only one. new deadline?
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Aug 12, 2020 03:56
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take the moon posted:ill post but i dont wanna be the only one. new deadline? I'm going to treatment for the next 7 months so I pass the torch to you.
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Aug 12, 2020 05:09
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oh geez. hope that goes well dude :) thoughts & prayers new deadline is the 20th. please post if if u even vaguely feel like it e: at 420 pm whatever time zone has it furthest away take the moon fucked around with this message at 14:03 on Aug 12, 2020 |
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i guess this week is a wash. if someone else wants to put a prompt in that would be cool in the meantime, I wrote this. if anyone wants to tell me what works/doesn't about it that would be v nice of them: august 11th-20th wish it was easier but i could love, the barren soil the parched earth as much as salt in seawater. nothing stains the sky but glass milk braced by (seeing you again) or (waking up different) with loud birds slanted into mirrors holding God in exile & some weird song was sung into me - keeping touch with where i’ll die someday. knowing like sand you have to sift through it - like you ghosting out it’s something you have to believe in - like you dreaming it’s something you have to miss - like you in between It’s something you have to find in the sun or its echo breaking over porcelain eyes cresting in gold
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