WOOF Contest - 6/29

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Zorlone – “Under the pale moon” - Events that occur to our mortal lives have been witnessed by the light of the pale moon. A poetry challenge to myself, inspired by the words of Robin of Robin's Nest.

Dragon Blogger – “Doggy Day Dream” - Whimsical poem about what dogs do when left home alone.

Jennifer M Scott – “Wicked Victory” - A surreal poem.

Jennifer M Scott – “At the Lake Haiku Series” - A series of haikus about swimming at the local lake.

Fiction

Romeo -“ Memories in the Shadows” - A short story about the past, the love one can recieve from a loving mother, a caring sister, and the onset of a terrible medical conditon- all linked together by a river flowing freely through an open field.

(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 posts as chosen by the June 26, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends July 3. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 06/26/09

About Writing

Writing Nag – “How Else Could We Discover the Stars?” - What is story and how can you add the elements of good fiction to your writing. A short piece of fiction is discussed.

Poetry

Zorlone – “I am my father's son” - "This little tribute, to one of such great importance in your life, points out many things that you must have been taught from his word and deed. Such as the connection that you have to your ancestors, the responsibility that you feel towards upholding your family name, determination and education and perhaps you hint that life has made difficult the upholding of his ideals, yet he has persevered to be a great man and a great father." - Strawberry Girl

Romeo – “Memories of the Past” - A elderly man recalls the love of his youth, battling the ever-present loneliness that comes with age.

Dragon Blogger – “Rescue From The Witch” - Fantasy poem about hunters rescuing a girl.

 

Memories of the Past

A mongrel walks politely
Through the warm summer streets
An echo of an older time
He sits and begins to eat-
He dreams of days long gone
A day once left for him
He sees the ancient photographs
Of the way things used to be.

And in the daze of morning
Beneath a cup of joe,
He sits silenty atop the mountain
Of aging dreams and snow.
A morning breathe of nicotene,
Strapped firmly to a chair
Sits and wonders patiently,
Why should he even care?
To breathe in this new world
Full of materialistic gold
The sons and daughters of the whole
Now just stories for the old.

Beneath the ancient sea,
Of a tempest on the coast,
He can feel the warm breeze whisper
Dreaming of the most
Precious thing hes ever seen
His angel from above
The one who once held him close
And showered him with love.

But now he sleeps alone,
A shadow of his past,
He sips his morning coffee,
Praying that his dreams will last.

Beneath the summer sweat,
That drips carelessly from his brow,
A single tear hides elegantly,
Pain and fear may never show.
To hide from futures bringings,
What may be just around the bend,
An echo of a simpler time,
Is clearly at its end.

Memories in the Shadows

When I was young my mother would sing to me. she sang sweet and tender melodies, the same that play in my head even now. And every night she would kiss my forehead, wish me all the joy in the world, and turn me over to the night.

And as I laid there restlessly, dreaming of the perfect joy, I could hear my heart beating, pulsing for her love.Nothing in the world, could ever compare to the happiness and compassion my mother showed towards me.

From a very young age I had no father, just a mother and a little sister. Their love was all I needed to get me through.

Each day I would go to school, and each day I would return. And even though the days got worse and worse,I knew that somewhere was my mother and her love waiting for me back home.

There was a small wooden path behind our yard, and every day I would take a walk through the woods to find a quiet place to rest and think. I came upon this wide river one day, beautiful, bright green grass shadowed by brilliant enormous trees. (I realize today that the trees weren't so big, but back then they appeared monstrous compared to my small, young body)There was a long path of rocks creating a bridge across this small river, leading off to a place I have never seen before. It seems as if this bridge was made by man, yet so beautiful and elegant it almost seemed impossible that such a chaotic creature could create such splendor and beauty in nature's depths.

The water ran through the river like my thoughts through my head, always pushing forward, engulfing and over running the many rocks and hollow walls that bar the path ahead. I sit near the rocks, dipping my feet carefully in the cold, clear, water. I sit and dream, thinking of all the world I have ahead of me… all the fun times, the bad times, the lovers, the friends… all the things life brings you, from the beginning to the end.

I wonder if I'll ever have, a lover like my mother, and I wonder even more curiously, how could my father ever leave her behind?

She is so warm and caring, so beautiful and elegant, she never caused a fuss, and never ever yelled or cussed.And as I sit here now, thinking about my life back then- all the opportunities, that had come and gone all the dreams I had but lost… all the world was my oyster, and the pearl was taken from me.

For as I sat upon those rocks, dipping my feet in the cool spring waters, I heard a rustling of the leaves behind me. Itwas my little sister, carrying a small white letter and a frown upon her face. As she moved closer, I could see a small tear in her eyes… "I don’t know why I'm sad" she said, handing me the letter- "I cannot read as of yet, but something is the matter"And as I read it swiftly, my head clear of all those dreams… I saw the pale black letters, spelling out the words: " I regret to inform you, my good friend Denim, but it appears the tests came back positive, glaucoma at its worst, and I also regret to inform you Sir, that you will be completely blind within the year. My sincerest apologies, Dr. Bill Terezakis "
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Its been five years since that day, and I sit alone now, my mother gone. My sister met a man, and has moved to another state. She calls once in a while, to see how things have been. But there's not much that I remember, as my memory grows weary.

The only memory I will never forget, the only thing I can see as clear as that clear blue day, is that river, the rocky bridge, and the brilliant green flora that surrounded it… the cool feel of my feet against the water, and the warm soft breeze against my face.

Once in awhile, an old friend of mine leads me down to the river, where we just sit and talk; our feet dangling in the water.

That is the only time, where I can feel at peace, since losing my sight, everything has been taken from me, all the beauty in the world is hidden in the shadows, but, once I step foot in that river, the world comes flowing back to me, all the vibrant colors and the perfectly laid rock bridge, it all comes back to me, and for a brief few hours, I can almost see again.

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

6 Way 2nd Place TIE!

Poetry

Zorlone – “Passionate Blogger” - A tribute to the bloggers who have influenced my writing endeavors.

Alex McGaughan - “Late Fall; She Retorts” - A short free-verse poem about a young man and woman who are driven apart by one's romanticism and the other's inability to share it.

Jennifer M Scott – “Primordial Passion” - Written in a series of three cinquains about spring and the renewing of love or starting new love.

Romeo – “Another Rainy Day” - Short Poem for the one I've lost.

Dragon Blogger – “Aftershock” - Poem crafted from random words, inspired by the earthquake in Italy.

About Writing

Izzy Daniels - “Maximizing your writing Time: Start with the Outline” - I gave a brief description on how to write a short outline for ones writing.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Writing Software: "Save the Cat Software and Book Review"

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the April 10, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends April 17. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 04/10/09

Poetry

Roy – “Seemingly An Ordinary Night” - A poem about finding a quick solution to one's burden...

Zorlone – “Summer Rain” - An attempt to capture the essence of one of nature's wonders using poetry as an instrument.

Oyen – “Death's POV” - If Death were a person he probably wouldn't be eager to end anyone's life.

Jennifer M Scott – “Cloudy Intuition” - The day starts nice but there is this feeling of something bad will happen which ruins the day.

Jennifer M Scott - “The Midnight Club” - Dedicated to everyone who works strange shifts especially the ones that crawl into the night and beyond about how it is nice out but better days are coming.

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Dragon Blogger – “The Box” - A metaphor for someones life being contained inside a box.

Dragon Blogger – “Racing Home To You” - Poem about being stuck in traffic, eager to arrive home to the one you love.

Non-Fiction / Rant

Roy – “Blogging to live... even as I rant” - A rant about experiences (and frustrations) in trying to make a living by blogging...

Another Rainy Day

My eyes are calling out for a new love
One to come and take the pain away
My heart is searching for a a new love
To save me from this reocurring rainy day.

Water splashes as we run through puddles
Hand in hand, we glide along, through it all
Across the grass and through the mud
A quick step, a light slip, and we fall.

Rolling around in the mud, lauging at passing cars-
Water running down your cheeks, I cant help but stare
And feel complete; within your eyes so pure-
They hold my heart so high, if only for a moment,
I begin to wonder why, why do you love me
Why are you here? What is it about me,
That keeps you staying near?

And then I remember, the way the curtain fell
And how you left me here all alone, living in this hell
And each and every morning, I awoke but felt alone-
I am cold and lonely, broken, pain streaming through my bones.

My eyes are weak, my stare is strong, together they fight,
To keep me moving on, but as I see you standing there
As I watch him playing with what was once My hair-
I realize that I've lost it all, though I may never know why,
And so all I can do now, is sit alone and stare,
Out that pale white window, that hides me from the rain.

WOOF CONTEST 2-6-09

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Margaret Norkett - “A treatise on friendship” - A poem about a special friendships.

Dragon Blogger - “Winter Childs Play” - Poem based on Children Playing in Winter Playground, crafted from 13 random words.

Romeo - “A Mirror's Dream” - i am the numbness in your fingers

Web-Betty - “The fey little man” - Another poem crafted using uncommon words.

Fiction

Jennifer M Scott - “Human Footprints” - The story takes place in the future where humans are inferior to cyborgs. A cyborg is sent to kill a human woman who runs an agency made to connect humans.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intevention"

(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 February 6, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends February 13. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 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 02/06/09

Fiction

Clayrn Darrow - “What Florence told me That Night” - This is a portion of a short story I started on my blog.

Poetry

Dragon Blogger - “Heart Of A Hero” - Poem about someone having the heart of a hero and coming to a girl's rescue.

Kayla - “Behind Her Eyes” - A poem about regret and despair.

Jennifer M Scott - “Spring Refreshment” - The desire for new love.

Jennifer M Scott - “Velvet Apprehension” - I don't know why I write poems I don't what its about maybe you can figure it out.

Jennifer M Scott  - “To My Valentine” - A love poem written in acrostic using the word valentine.

A Mirror's Dream

i am the numbness in your fingers
that helps you hide your heart-
and every second lingers
and burns when were apart.

take a look in the mirror
and let me know what you see
is it anything,
like you expected it to be?
is it like all your hopes?
your dreams? your memories?
locked eyes with a stranger
every move is the same.

self mutilation
chronic inebriation
what a combination
to suffocate in a dream
that once was full of love
we fit together,
like a hand inside a glove-
but when push comes to shove
will i still be the one
that you so devoutly love?

to save myself from hell,
this lovely wishing well-
throw a penny, a dime, a dollar
it doesnt matter
What the price is,
you will pay it with your life
but your dreams will come true
in that morning hue you hold
staring in the mirror
At the stranger staring
Right back at you.