MOONLIGHT MUSES' POEMS AND SCORES

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* CONTEST STARTS 00:00 3 OCT PNQ TIME

* MODERATORS: If this thread goes beyond 100, please don't lock it, but I will try to make new ones on time if need be. Also, please delete any posts here that aren't poems (unless they're from me!).

MM'S TEAM LIST AND SCORES: 630 (32 bonus points from HH)
Melpomene: 9+8+8+8+8+8+7+8
Lu: 9+7+8+7+10+9+9+8
Courageous Dreamer: 8+8+7+8+7+8+8+8+8+6+9+8
Britt: 7+7+8+8+7+6+7+8+7+6+7+8+8+6+9+7
Yaki: 8+7+7+7+7+7+8+7+7+8+7+7
Nevi Versals: 7+8+8+7+9+9+6
Narphangu: 9+8+8+8+7+9
RunningWithTheWind [MaryAnne]: 0
AJ: 8+7+9+7+7+7+6
Chelsey: 3+7+7

THE THEMES FOR EACH ROUND
1. 21 syllables
2. Tanka
3. Water
4. Free verse
5. Include the word "microscope"
6. Wild card (pick any theme from this list)
7. Cats
8. aabab rhyme scheme
9. PnQ member
10. Alliterative verse
11. Five lines
12. Halloween
13. Toilet
Once all 13 rounds are completed by your team, go back to Round 1 again to start a new lap!

THE POINT SYSTEM
* Each submitted poem, if it complies with the theme of the round, will earn an easy 5 points straight away for your team, regardless of quality.
* Poems will also be roughly judged for quality- a maximum of 5 points can be earned for a high quality poem (giving a maximum total of 10).

HOW TO RACE
* The Great Marathon starts on 00:00 3 October, PnQ time.
* Anyone can start the race by submitting a poem for the first round in this thread.

Lap 1
Round 1
21 syllables

Differentiate the tastes
of sweet and sour,
as bitterness only proves nothing.

Lap 1
Round 2
Tanka

She is fighting me.
Lost somewhere in amsterdam,
bra smothering breasts
and lips puckered on starburst.
What a trashy little muse.

Lap 1
Round 3
Water

It was a summer afternoon
when I met her turquoise eyes while
skirting the Pacific for the first time -
waves curled their toes in seaweed
and stumbled upon shore,
gently tickling mine with kisses;
It was then my dream came true.

Lap 1
Round 4
Free Verse

Call me a strumpet,
pink and rubbered,
thrashing here, there
a flower floundered,
subtly stalked, stomped splashed...
my currents baffle miniature shores.
A sashay leaves a satisfying squelch
in muffled, molded, mysterious depths.
My boots leave the best marks
in puddles.

Lap1
Round 5
Include the word microscope

No use

Even when hypocrisy
was all I had left
to cover these jumbled
emotions,

It was no use..

Everyone knew my
heart was placed under
a microscope..

and they found it infected
with feelings for you

Lap 1
Round 6 Wildcard (5 lines.. round 11)

How do I write a masterpiece
about our wonderful abracadabra,
in a mere five lines?
That allows me no time to discuss in length
her beauty, her magic, her undesirable features!

Lap 1
Round 7
Cats

Thump thump thump thump thump.

blades of grass lash legs
as though they'd tangoed with
the hunt far too many times.

Somewhere in the middle of
no where, a leg buckles,
she skids, slides, tumbles
with a thump, thump, thump,
thump, thump..... THUMP.

Only to become a black and
white suit reddened by wine.

Lap 1 Round 8- aabab rhyme scheme

Let Me Be

I looked into your crystal eyes
And could not believe such beautiful lies
Glistening blue, like gems-o-the sea
I wish they'd let loose, cut ties
Let me be

Lap 1
Round 9
PnQ Member

I clump you with
the thickly spoken,
wicked tongued sighs
that caress and shelve a woman.
Eyes to eyes and eyes to thighs,
then carefully proceed
delicate and precise:
gracious as sworded thieves.

Lap 1
Round 10
Alliterative verse

He was racy,
rebellious,
and reliable
running near a river
like a rabbit in the rain
he roared and ripped,
reckoned her heartbeats
for she was radiant,
reluctant
and radical
but to her,
he was reckless,
ridiculous and rubbish.

Lap 1

Round 11 Five Lines

There is something interesting
about the enveloping beauty
of a man in thought -
his dark broodiness proves strong and silent
by the creases in his forehead.

Lap 1
Round 12
Halloween

Monday the 31st

Pumpkin, pumpkin
in a patch
Big black kitty
screechy scratch

Hooting owls
in a tree
ghosts and goblins
stay away from me

Haunted house
on the hill
creepy spider
on the window sill

Trick or treat
knock knock knock
kids go creeping
around the block

Halloween,
oh what a delight
dressed to the hilt
on a Monday night

Lap 1
Round 13
Toilet

I sit upon your pearly white lap
drizzling yellow sunshine
into your pearly white mouth,
like splashing watercolor onto paper -
as I flush all my happiness, you gurgle
then swallow, licking your lips.

Lap 2
Round 1 21 syllables

Sunday afternoons
are meant for
spending time with
my family, watching big screen
football.

temps ur toilet one ewww hahahhah that was funny

Lap 2
round 2
Tanka

Whispers in her ear
Tell her she is beautiful
Not even the falls
Of sweet Niagra compare,
To her magical soft lips

Lap 2
Round 3
Water

Drips of disaster wash away
forgotten hardships,
beads of sweat slowly rolling
over inch by inch of your body.
A vague thirst encompasses
your dry, scratchy throat,
begging for the cool liquid
to slowly pass your lips
as I once did.

Lap 2
Round 4
Free verse

Inhibited

A jumble of thoughts
crowd line after line
no breaks, no pauses

yet my thoughts have become
inhabited by a deep compulsion
to wash my mind

1-2-3 1-2-3 1-2-3

until I am completely
in control
and no longer enslaved
by the need for you to

make me feel normal

Lap 2
Round 5
Include the word 'microscope'

It's like gazing with
golf ball sized eyes
through a microscope -
for truth is swollen like a pumpkin,
yet you refuse to believe,
for sometimes you have to
follow your heart.

Lap 2
Round 6
Wild Card [Free Verse]

Too many times I've danced with you,
your lips skimming all the right places,
the cracks of my heart and pulse of thy neck
And like a chameleon you'd camouflage,

Your fingertips seducing mine, yet
even when the sun sets in the west

I still want you and all of your beauty.

Lap 2 Round 7- cats

Black and white, shades of gray
Some orange and brown
Toy mouse, cat nip, water bowl
Plenty of hair is on the ground

Beautiful eyes, little cold noses
So soft and cuddly is their fur
They sleep like babies anywhere
And feel so loved when they pur

Lap 2
Round 8 aabab rhyme scheme

Oh How Cliche -

How can I promise you
sloppy dreams come true,
when you turn away from me
making me turn so blue,
how can you leave me be?

Lap 2
Round 9
P&Q Member

Time, Memories and All That Blooms

She writes of daisy chains and
lady beetles 'pon her shoulder,
of Time and Memories and
All That Blooms.

And with each line
she touches me with a feeling
so deep,
perhaps sometimes a smile
brushes my cheek or
a sigh quivers in my being.

For it is between those lines
I find parts of me that
I have hidden too.

She reminds me of Autumn ,
for she wears life
around her wrist.
A delicate chain of
compassion, love and friendship.

She is ...
a soothing voice
that I have never heard,
yet in my mind

I know exactly
what she sounds like

Lap 2
Round 10
Alliterative Verse

After a sleepy slumber -
you'll often find her hair
plated like Pebble's,
perched pon her head like
a fierce flame flourescent
wrapped in a blazing bright white
bow light as snow.

Lap 2
Round 11
five lines

I placed my heart
within your own,
for you were dear to me.
but tonight your true colors showed
and I find myself loving a hypocrite.

Lap 2
Round 12
Halloween

My neighborhoods costume
is the wild west with
pavement cracked and the
orange I see is that of a
sunset, abstracted in mind
with the face of a
Jack-o-lantern.

Wicked bats nibble my
mango tree and too often
I've thought of grabbing
a sling-shot -

but bats morph into vampires
and I still hear my mothers
shrill voice warning me
of how Dracula holidays in
Australia,

perches his bottle of
bloody wine on your veranda and
sings of sex in the
raunchiest way.

Sometimes Halloween
slips my mind and
the only skeleton I see is
my imagination in the mirror.

Lap 2
Round 13 Toilet

Who can write a poem
that sounds classy and elegant
about a toilet?
The noises and smells
that come from this porcelain throne
are like no other -
we must not speak of this anymore.

Lap 3
Round 1
21 syllables

Lukewarm

Today
fell from the sky
with the rise of the sun

Oh God,
how I wish
it would have rained

Lap 3
Round 2
Tanka

coconuts hang from
palm trees of Hawaiian scent,
skirting the oceans
with their hair fanned miles wide -
soaking tropical sunshine.

Lap 3
Round 3
Water

From the mountains of the Cascades
to the glass in my hand.
A brisk refreshment enjoyed,
as I sit on these sands.
Nowhere in the world
is it more pure
then right here at home,
of this I am sure.
Water from Washington,
so sweet and cold.
The perfect treat,
for young and old.

Lap 3
Round 4
free verse

You sit there so comfortable
in your silence,

and my mind
drifts with thoughts
of you..
involved in some wild act.

blushing as
I picture you,
topless...

with water cascading
all over your sensitive
curves..

I become a river
running with desire..

Lap 3
Round 5 Use word microscope

I long to live in a world
where my promiscuity remains shameful,
my gossip and lies are frowned upon
by more than just my elders.

I long to live in a world
where I am held accountable
for my actions and reactions -
troubles gazed at through a microscope.

I long to live in a world
where my innocence will be protected,
and my hope for a better future
be a hope full of fulfilling promises,
instead of the broken lies I receive.

Lap 3
Round 6
WiLd CaRd (free verse)

Skulking,
grime ground
under fingernails, forced
under logs and flung,
flying, dirt everywhere
decomposing down, down
to a squirreling slink,
slimy stashed,
Mister Salamander,
I say,
I win.

Lap 3
Round 7
Cats

They can be
Persian, Siamese,
or anything in between -
triangle faces or round,
dressed in fur or skinned
and as shriveled as a prune
like the Sphynx.

With noses of gumdrops,
who could resist a sweet nibble
on the nose, or a gentle stroke
of a furry tail against your cheek,
like an artist painting a canvas -
they are an art.

Lap 3
Round 8
aabab

Typing these empty words on a blank pad,
without emotion or thought is really quite sad.
Thank goodness this contest only lasts a week,
because this could become a fad.
I don't always want to write like a geek.

Lap 3 Round 9. PnQ member

Literary silversmith, like no other
artfully shaping words like the finest
of jewelry

Is a muse in her own right
each sweep of the pen like the fall
of a great craftsman's hammer

Lap 3
Round 10 Alliterative Verse

Narph knows nothing more
than the titillating terrors
of obviously obnoxious
but beneficially beautiful
alliterative awesomeness.

Lap 3
Round 11
Five Line

She has rolls of insecurity, heavy, languid steps
a confident smile, smartly dressed in red
lipstick that hid the salty chap from chaps
who didn't see her in her startling glory,
rather, they were startled away.

Lap 3
Round 12
Halloween

Although dressed like one,
I was never a stripper..

I swoop
from door to door,
displaying my gluttony
for all to see..

they all thought
they'd satisfy me,
with a treat.

But,
I was just
in it to play tricks.

Lap 3
Round 13
Toilet

Dawning my throne, septor at the side.
Preparing for war, pain, struggle and pride.
I will push to the limits,
then flush them all away.
Force out the evils that build up within,
like an exorcist, driving away sin.
Ruling the world from the porcelain throne,
tabloid in hand, releasing a groan.