Scriptorium Winter 2012 Writing Competition - Poetry

[Påsan]

Here are the submissions for the Poetry category. Please vote for your favorite one.

And bear in mind, anonymity is still required here. Authors of any works below may not declare what submission may be theirs, or in any other way ruin the anonymity of theirs or another member's submission. Those found to be doing so here or anywhere else will be rightly and sneakily punished (You were warned when you submitted to this competition that if you screw up you will be publicly flogged and embarrassed). The thread is for discussion of the articles at hand and voting, NOTHING ELSE.

One other note: Non fiction and the Themed categories did no receive enough submissions to stand in this contest alone, so the few entries into those categories have been combined here or in long fiction.

The Lament of the Arm-Chair General - Entry 1

The Lament of the Arm-Chair Genera I love total war, But sometimes it makes me sad, Crash to desktop, damn.

The Way of The Sword - Entry 2

The Way of The Sword Made out of Tamahagane, Heated to 800 Celsius, hammered and folded as a Soshu Kitae, Polished on a togishi, Engraved as a higaki, Inspected by the master, my Suka and Saya made, my Sageo attached. They say I forged Japan, I am the soul of Tokugawa Ieyasu. I am a Katana! Tamahagane = The steel they use, Soshu Kitae = The technique in making the actual blade, Togishi = The polishing tool, Higaki = The form of decoration on the blade, Suka = The hilt, Saya = The scabbard, Sageo = And The ribbon around the blade holder Tokugawa Ieyasu = First shogun of the Tokugawa shogunate.

The Song of the Celedhil- Entry 3

The Song of the Celedhil Forth from the west he came, burning for love, like a silver flame. Love he found, yet at a high price, he made himself a paradise. Then war came upon the land, many lives hung on one strand. In all anger, pain and misery, elves and men achieved victory. Then came peace and he did rest, and put every warrior to a test, for he knew that war would come again, yet king of them he would remain. Forth from the west he came, burning for love, the silver flame, found love and payed the high price, now he is at paradise!

Bushido: A Dead Mans Tale -Entry 4

Bushido: A Dead Mans Tale Bushido: A Dead Mans Tale Men who fight and die and love Evil rides apon a dove Honor says that we must die yet no one questions, wonders why evil wind a blowing send the seeds a sowing Shogun sends us to our death we must fight to our last breath even if this day we win deaths embrace shall yet be grim evil wind a blowing watch the roots a growing Evil comands our island chain arrows fall like deathly rain from this war, peace must be born or so we're told, my heart is torn evil wind a blowing where be you a going Our great heros fought and died fearless men of dauntless pride yet even they could not escape deaths cold grasp, should we forsake Evil wind a blowing Death he is a crowing Death is yet a greedy hand ever stretched across our land Our leaders fill and quench its thirst they hide in castles, our blood first evil winds a blowing rivers of blood a flowing

Rain - Entry 5

Rain "Rain" Friday came with rain, masking all my fear washing away the pain, Gentle rolls of thunder I here rolling sheets as the lightening nears, Gentle visions of her I dream, Like rolling waves of rain it seems, Glorious clouds of love and delight the gentle rain washes from my site, Golden hair and beautiful smile, Shining through the clouds awhile, When her voice I sometimes hear, the gentle wash of rain appears.....

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The Strength of Men - Entry 6

The Strength of Men Strider, Narsil, reforged anew. Aragorn, White Tree, flourish in darkness. King, friend, counter of fates.

Untitled - Entry 7

Untitled Although I suck at poetry I still try it desperately Not because I like to rhyme As in that I’m not sublime But I see this as a necessary step Because I really want the rep

Victory Shall be Ours! - Entry 8

Victory Shall be Ours! Victory shall be ours! Lo there, over those barren mounds, most valiant sons of the Republic! Behold the vast armies of the tyrants, set against our rightful path, Blinded by their own oppression, their march seemingly chaotic, Tens of thousands of doomed soldiers, eager to confront our wrath! Bringing forth the Light of Freedom in this glorious age of reckoning, As sole masters of our destiny, we will let the whole world know That slavery will be abolished, no more nobles and no more king, No more of these putrid remnants, only truth and valour will outgrow! The time is ripe to weed out the evil, to forever banish the injustices. Let’s overthrow these thrones of hatred, foul lairs of great impunity! Let’s set this corrupt world ablaze and mold a new one from its ashes, An eternal Temple of our Liberties, the most revered Abode of Equity! O you deserving progenies of Mars, the vengeful god, fear not I say! Act boldly and embrace your fate, defend your homeland and your colours, Stand your ground and glare ahead, for hostile efforts will be sent astray! Exult and praise the name of France, o brave ones, for victory shall be ours!

War - Entry 9

War The blood ran on floods War The corpses got trampled by corpses War The swords and armours are broken by it War And no one was alive to tell All those strong soldiers Death All those proud princes Death All those greedy kings Death All shall be destroyed and rot in hell The blood is drying Sorrow They disappear in the dust Sorrow The weapons of kings rust in the rain Sorrow And nothing will ever be well

No Title - Entry 10

No Title Honor sleeps soundly Cicadas' cries stir the dream The price I demand

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Poem - Entry 11

Poem There was a ruin of old, where few ventured forth. Untold riches await, for those who fear not. Should you come under greed, Beware! Your ruin awaits. For those hearts full of greed, forget all well and good. But should you be of stout heart, you may choose to enter. You may find what you seek, and much more beyond. For the secrets that lie within, are beyond your realm of imagination. Enter now or leave now, the choice is yours. And above all, choose wisely.

The Open Wound - Entry 12

The Open Wound Strewn across the grey-scraped sky, are clouds of time, drawn by the eye. Where shadows reign and echoes die, Where hopes are loss and banshees cry. Dropped upon the burning earth, move rebels in their vicious birth. When bullets fly and kingdoms hurt, The creeping creatures move in mirth. Down in my hand the quill won't move, stuck in scratches in a grove, Drownd in ink my fingers bruise, Nothing left, have I to prove.

Winter - Entry 13

[/fieldset2=Winter ] Above our heads the clouds are rent, To thunder they their anger vent, With blinding flash and storm-cloud’s squall, The icy drops of rain do fall, And puddles form and rivers flood, Fair fields of grass, now sticky mud. And high above on mountain pass, Iced roads shimmer like deadly glass, A driver slams on failing brakes, Traction lost the car skids and snakes, He dared the roads in nature’s spite, And skidding car is lost in night. For bitter cold we wrap up tight, Thermals, jumpers, deny frost’s bite, Cheeks and noses turn Rudolf red, Whilst at grey skies we look with dread, In coats we clad our sodden skins, As striking down, the hail begins. In spite of this, when winter nears, Never do we break down in tears, But wait instead with growing awe, For thick snowfall on garden floor.[/fieldset2]

The Creature with no Name - Entry 14

The Creature with no Name Upon the sullen wind above Through stunted growth of blackened shrub Stood solid rock of ancient form Shattered thunder, a perfect storm Around the seething mass of flame Here lies the creature with no name There*stand the ruins that time forsook *A forgotten chapter in lifes long book The raging pain of a people lost Endless wars must have their cost Entwined in threads of fates cruel game Here lies the creature with no name By the bloodstained hand of an*old regime Came the downfall of the futile dream As tears fell from countless faces A scattered people thrown to the ages Behind the everlasting pain Here lies the creature with no name When Victory comes at the highest price Gambled upon with deaths weighted dice Fear can grip the strongest mind Locked in an eternal bind Where surrender seems the only way Here lies the creature with no name

[General Brewster]

Voted.

[Mhaedros]

Voted. A lot of good poems, I may say

[Aikanár]

Casted the dice and ..
.. voted for something completely different

[Ybbon]

Voted

[Shankbot de Bodemloze]

Voted, good luck everyone. Some poems that really made me chuckle Well Done!

[Silent Assassin]

Voted

[Heiro de Bodemloze]

Voted in all the posts

[David93]

I quite like an open wound, well writen imo

[Diamat]

Voted. Entry 7 made me laugh sublimely. Entry 1 was funny too. Overall, an interesting collection.

[The Vengur]

Voted.