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- Out of '8' members in Round ONE, '3' would get eliminated.
Here are the poems that were sent to me, and which I forwarded to two pairs of judges for assistance.
>> The poems are posted without the names of who have written them, and even when the results of this round are out, you CANNOT post your poems. You need to wait till the final round ends! <<
= There were '4' assisting judges in this round.
BUT, every poem has 3 votes: mine, a random judge, and another random judge.
In this way, there would be a variety in votes and taste because of this randomness of the two assisting judges.
>> Judging was made by two steps:
- The poem was voted on (by me only) according to the '50 points' of the RULES REQUIRED.
- Then, the other '50 points' of STRUCTURE & CONTENT are voted by me, a random judge, and another random judge, to which this total is divided by three.
- Finally, the two out of 50 points are added, to make a grade out of 100.
----------------------THE POEMS-----------------------------
#1: Signals
I chase his name
upon a railway,
where daises sprout
in miss-you crushes...
I find the code
for dependable passion,
no longer trudging
in a destructive
abyss.
He echoes scent
upon faint arrivals...
I awaken and dream
of his Old Spice
flickering;
I'll be tender
for limitless moons.
#2: Tenderness
This loathsome feeling of lust and passion
This sin feeling while losing my innocence
This burning and flickering attraction
I imagine happiness and brilliance
The scent of Giorgio Armani aftershave
I can picture fresh blooming daisies
Making me wish, beg and crave
Giving me nothing but abysm and frailties
#3: Deceit
Under the lovers sky
we once did lay,
between fields of buytercups and daises,
where the sweet scent of my gucci fragrance,
lingered upon your skin.
You took me on a journey,
along the railway to heaven,
where you did nothing
but defraud my senses.
As the flickering stars smiled,
I lost all knowledge of who you were,
and what my dreams had become.
#4: Bridges
Flickering upon the water ways.
Loathsome fires,
lick across watery graves
Bubble and blister;
battered and brused,
Walk along red railway tracks,
...don't wear any shoes.
Bridges are burning,
straight to hell.
When they push you,
they did not miss,
Everyone fell,
into a firey abyss.
#5: Diary of the freak
She tows her lingerie
stargazing at her
queer fruits, dabbing
flickering gewgaws
that hold Givenchy
scent...
(mixed with loathsome
flavor of contempt.)
She weeps by
everyone's pride,
nibbling at her own.
Knowing of the
burden years hurled
upon her chest.
All blame her as if
she's the one who
turns off the stars
when daylight
prevails, and swallows
the daisies everytime
Autumn defrauds our
dreams upon the sky.
For she's the freak,
she's the weakness that
makes us feel strong.
#6: Captured
You're laying in that
flickering candle light
and Diors smell still lingers
on your restless skin,
adorning your purity.
Loathsome defrauds
brought us together,
you whimper but our
silhouettes entwine to
tranquilize you with
an immortal kiss,
that will capture us
in abyss.
#7: Salvation
In her abyss
-flickering-
Pure and safe
from the one
waiting for me
outside,
to vanquish my mind
for a journey
leads to race.
(where dreams are crushed, like daisies in yardley under the loathsome steps)..
#8: Tracking
Freed of loathsome town we stalk befogged tracks
following flickering taillights of the receding railway
which carries tanks of petrol and ranks of Civics
to all the good consumers trapped in marital play,
except for us gypsies: we skirt the social abyss,
pledged to others, cleaving together evermore.
-----------------CHECK OUT ROUND TWO---------------------
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