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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Woof Contest Top 5 Picks 10/2008

WOOF Contest – Top 5 Picks:


Romeo - “The Natural World - A short poem about nature and its beauty.

Jennifer M Scott - “Seeking Sun - An avant garde poem about fall.

About Words / Writing

Kimota (Jonathan Crossfield) - “Time, Productivity and the Writer - A look at how writing isn't necessarily as quick to produce as many outsiders believe. Taking three hours to produce 100 words might seem odd, but is perfectly legitimate to produce quality copy.


Ferox - “Is that a Dragon? - Things must be observed to exist. Otherwise, they can be anything.

~willow~ - “it's all a matter of perspective...” - ...where a young girl knocks a new perspective into an otherwise downcast boy on a bright autumn day...

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense "Intervention"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top 5 posts as chosen by the October 24, 2008 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends October 31. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 2 weeks using the form at the bottom of this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 10/24/08


Chungyen Chang - “last night - Memories from a survivor.

Mary Graziano - “Our Little Game - My post is about child abuse that I went through growing up.

Penelope Anne Bartotto - “Equality - An Acrostic poem on equality in the world today.

Dragon Blogger - “Cherish - Appreciate the ones you love.

Dragon Blogger - “Breaking the Mold - About a woman so perfect.

Dragon Blogger - “The Fork - Playful poem about a simple dining fork.

Dragon Blogger - “The Chef - Part 1 - Poem written for my wife while she was in Culinary School.

exquisite corpse - “Halloween Magick - A collabrative poem about Halloween.

About Words / Writing

Amritbir Kaur - “Brevity is the Soul of Wit - This post is about the origin of the phrase 'Brevity is the soul of wit', the change in its meaning over the years and its implication. Read and enjoy!

Writing Nag - “Why I'll Continue to Journal - How journaling can benefit your daily writing habit. Includes a "found" poem on journaling.

Non-Fiction /Philosophy / Essay

Harneet Singh - “Have We Changed?” - We, as human beings are losing our humane qualities and moving backwards to being animals again. Let us analyse the situation a bit.

Justin Germino - “Why Does Life Have To Be So Hard - Thoughts, Insights and Belief in Friendship.

Jennifer M Scott - “Edge of Equality” - A 100 word essay written for the 100 word challenge about equality and the need for war

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Rough Draft - Colorblind Crayons

A twisted web of loneliness
Broken from old poems-
A little boy sits alone:
Drawing with his crayons-

He draws with black,
Red and dark, mysterious
Looking paintings of dead men-
All covered in strange clothing
A reflection of self loathing-
Their eyes are bright and wonderous
A brilliant aura of their souls,
With each and every crawling figure
Each boy loses and begins to fall.

The crayon snaps, mid stroke
And in the wax the boy finds hope
To see the smearing red and black
Praying for the patience
That his parents fully lack-
He sits and ponders to himself
Waiting for the hour,
When his parents lonely calling
Will take him for his shower.

Whipping off his sins
With the colors of the rainbow
They sit and dazzle in the light
And cover sorrow 'morrows-

Its time for bed,
They rub his head-
But beneath his pillow lies,
A new notepad
With colour crayons
To keep his flow alive.

All night dreaming
Drawing, seeing-
visions flying
through his head,
burning, aching,
Upon his bed-

He lay there in
his violent slumber;
fighting off the painful hunger
"draw until you draw no more
and you shall seal the final score."

Friday, October 17, 2008

The End

Finally, I’ve found a window, leading out to the morning light. The sunlight shining through blinds me, my eyes squinting in the beautiful mixture of light and dark, and that perplexing line of balance where they meet. The window for which I reached held only broken pieces of glass and a ruined frame.

Peering out through the window, I could see an open field, once green but now filled with charred ruins and ash. The trees, plants, even birds, are all gone, leveled in catastrophe.

Attempting to stand, I felt the wounding blast of fire run through my legs and up my back; I fall. I catch my fall with my hands, but not without consequence. The place in which my hand landed left an open wound from an old rusty nail. No worry of tetanus now, just the soothing pain of transference, as now my leg feels numb balanced by the rust stained hole across my palm.

My body groans as I crawl along the cold wooden boards that make up this rackety excuse for a floor- splinters piercing through my flesh one after another as I pull across the ground to the window. I can see the sun shining through, the bright beautiful morning just inches from my reach- and yet it feels as if it could take a life time to reach my destination.

Barely able to hold myself up, I softly peer over the top of the window sill, my legs dangling like tree branches beneath me. My eyes burn once more as the light reaches my dark enshrouded eyes.

Above me, I notice a small rope dangling ever so loosely over my head, and so, I reach for it. A slight tug, and yes, the rope is secure enough to hold me. I pull with all my might upon the rope, burning my hands with the heated friction as I pull strenuously to lift myself high enough to get a good view outside.

Another painful tug and; I made it, my legs bent like wooden posts keeping me afloat, I can finally see clearly. Looking about, I notice small bits of dust floating slowly to the ground. Cautiously, I look up, only to be blinded by a giant cloud of Black.

And then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone. And I felt nothing.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Nature's Way

The world outside my window,
lost within the green-leafed trees,
hidden behind the glowy sunlight-
the ground covered in thick moss weeds.

Nature's way, left unkept
seems only natural, to eyes unslept-
to be just as the butterfly-
to learn to ride and fly so high,
to live amonst the rainy 'soon
and the howl of the midnight moon.

to join the absolute,
the golden beauty of nature's jewels:
the sun, the sky, the ocean too
is all the beauty i can offer you-
but take my hand and join my stand
we can run a muck forever-
never to be discovered by the
cruel roots of man,
never to deal with humility, ever again.

I am one, with god above,
the angels touch-
and natures love.
Forever to shine in warm sunlight,
forever to grace this place,
with the beautiful face-
that you and I can trace:
back to our love
that will forever inherit
this paradise.

The Prince's Values

"Welcome to the new world,"
Said the Prince to the slave girl-
"This time, is my time,
Which is now your time-
And so our time is my time,
And time is a lie.”

The girl looked confused
But knew she was to be used,
She was born the poorer,
The prince the richer,
But what did he do,
That was any different
Then you?
“Its all about luck,”
Said the girl to the buck,
Washing, carefully washing,
The different animals
In the princes inhabitable lawn.

“The cards are dealt
And you deal with what you get,
And so I slave away,
Washing away the dirt grims
From this possessed criminal-
A buck that once killed a man,
But he was but a peasant,
And so no one thought the wiser-”

The prince had a princess,
One that adored him,
But he was to caught up in,
The slave that worked for him-
It was against the rules, and
All those petty fools
Would laugh him out of crown
If they ever found his heart
To be laying in the dirt
With this measly peasant girl-
So he had no choice
But to keep his voice
A silent type of admiration
With her hopes in determination
Neither new the other felt-
To see the other, their hearts would melt-

But one day they came together,
There hands touched gently
One then the other,
And in the light, it looked so right-
It was a secret to be kept,
And never swept away-
Until that fateful day,
When slave girl came a cold,
But he could not soothe or hold-
With out worry of his crown.

What is one to do?
Choose the life or the love?
What would one do…
A dieing girl, or richfilled world-
To choose your heart,
Or to choose your mind-
Which do you think
Is more divine?

But in the end, the girl found friends
Within the good prince’s doctors
And although it shocked her-
They found her a cure,
That was sure to lure-
The prince back into her hands.

With her health restored,
They made the plot-
Without a word, the words were shot-
And when the royal gaurds came
To take them all away
I saw the prince sit from atop his throne
And gently whisper to his maid
“Today, is the saddest day,
That has ever been made by man or god.”
To see a grown man sob,
Is the saddest thing, i’ve ever seen,
But to this day, its true to say,
He has never loved another
In the same simple way.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Broken Peices of a Broken Bo

My indecisions run my confusion-
As I follow each call on the morning dairy,
I make the wrong decisions
And fall in correct inperfections,
Dieing to make the sun fall on me:
Just to end all this misery,
That engulfs my mind
With scentless indulgences
That run a muck in my eyes-
The ideas I run and feel inside
Cant help but ruin my life.

Angels call me out-
Break me apart,
Into nothing but a heart
The blood runs through my veins
And each pulse drives my eyes
To follow the repetitive rain
And keep my love intact-
By breaking me into pieces
Until the world ceases
And the angels dream-
They dream of someone else.

The broken little dreams
Of all the children seems
To cut into me,
Like some lost imagination
And break apart, my heart-
I can't seem to find,
The place I am looking for
It just seems like,
Its all worth dieing for-
But when the sun rises
And dies a night later,
The midnight moonlight
Brightens my senses,
And gives me reason
To find the treason-
That has been placed
Upon my fragile heart
Until it all becomes clear-
And I fall… and I fall apart.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Woof Contest Winnters 10/3

WOOF Contest – Top Picks:

Fiction/Short Story/Serial Fiction/One Act Play

Romeo - “A Boy of Doubt - A short story about a boy trying to come to terms with himself, and love.

Jennifer M Scott - “Goodbye Baby - A young woman tells her boyfriend she is pregnant, is he happy?

Henry Petrie - “Social Networking - A second-person account of killing time by trying to meet people over social networking sites.


Penelope Anne Bartotto - “The Moral - 100 words in haiku format on good versus evil.

Sanjay Chhabria - “Let me Love - Ever fell in love; had a crush or engaged in any kind of infatuation... If yes, then this is a must read.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Thriller "Dead Play"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top 5 posts as chosen by the October 3, 2008 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends October 10. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 2 weeks using the form at the bottom of this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Journey for Compassion

a new day-
a new beginning
a golden ray of sunlight
seems a bit decieving-
each ray of hope,
each sign of sighing;
brightens up the day,
it brightens down your face-
saves you from your innocence:
and that cold, bitter taste.

if for but a moment in time,
i could feel your heart beat-
i could feel your warm smile
and the tangle of our feet-
if but for a moment,
the world seemed to rise
but then without a whisper
it all fell to its demise.

tomorrow is golden,
today is the past-
let us dream a new beginning
and hope it always lasts.
the future holds open arms
full of love and compassion
a dream away from painful harm-
and a love within heated passion.

there is a pathway to love,
but no one knows where,
there is a brick built bridge,
leading me to the one i adore-
but no one knows for sure,
if i will land with both my feet,
firmly planted to the ground.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

A Letter to Juliet-

lost within the vibrant echo
of the humming of your voice,
the sweet and tender melody-
drifting off, my mind is lost.

my eyes begin to dim
my heart begins to race
all that matters now,
is the smile on your face.

your heart can save my mind,
and your lips can save my life,
just one single kiss,
to save me from this knife-

Juliet, where is my Juliet?
invading my dreams,
heartstruck by beauty,
an angel from the sky:
i find myself lost:
within your loving eyes.

My Juliet, be my Juliet,
be my sky and dreams
and stars and sunbeams
be everything that means
anything it seems,
as long as you smile
as we kiss all the while.

keep my heart steady
my mind is racing off
but still my heart is sitting
turning itself off,
waiting for your love
to jumpstart my own
so i can finally feel
everything true and real,
and all the love in the world
is left for my girl: