Noura's Contest - Final Round.

Before anything, I want to clarify something, the eliminated poets in the second round are, number 4, 5 and 6. Number 3 is still in!

Anyway, welcome to the final round. I can't wait to see who will win this!

This time, you are going to write about ANYthing you want provided that the title and the whole subject should refer or be connected to food. Yes, food. Cookies, spaghetti, fish, vegs or even drinks. And your title should be eatable too!

You have only 2 rules:
1) - I want to see alliteration. Lots of alliteration, not just two words beginning with an 's' in a row. No. I want my tongue to get twisted, my eyes crossed, my head dizzy!
2) - No cliches. No sentences that say 'your kiss is a cup of red wine'. I want the judges to be dazzled. Literally.

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You have till 30th July to submit your poems.
Enjoyyyy!

Oh my ...you don't know how much I love this! I don't come across that many poems centralized about food- but I could honestly write tons about it.

Fun idea!!! Can't wait for the winner to be revealed :]

Lmao last time I wrote about food, was when YAKI said that all my recent poems had some kitchen related stuff. I thought to take a break, after it.. very interesting, I can write a poem about onions and make you cry nanousha ;p

Haha, oh Nana. If only you knew why I chose this topic.

Thanks MarryAnne!

Lool Im sure I'm going to find out.

Open your FB. I'm eating like an animal.

Hahahaa ok sec

Big b**bs? Is that what you noticed!? -.-

You just got the attention of all males on the site

Hahahahaahaha welll...excuse me :P lool
they are big, almost as much as mine...you can do better :P

Is that a butterfly on the skirt or an angel

Which skirt :O

The green one in the photo you are both discussing. Although I saw afterward that it is a bow.

Oohhh but that's a dress hahaha, a bow...man I did notice her b*obs " :P " but not that :P Lol

Dress, skirt, whatever. Dad's check to see if the outfit is appropriate, then we see the bows.

Hahah!!

'You just got the attention of all males on the site'

Yours? ;8-P

And it's not a skirt. A dress. An expensive one. </3

Edited: One poem in.

Two poems in, 4 days left!

You need to straighten your shoulders.
A little smile won't kill you.

and clean up that room, young lady.

I like my room to be that disastrous. It gives me inspiration.
And you're right about the smile & shoulders. I always feel not confident in photos.

Geez, don't reinforce my "dad mode" so easily.

However, do another photo in the living room, shoulders back, smiling. & I'll post it on my FB page.

You serious? Oh, damn. Ok. I'll have a picture today in our garden with a smile and a confident pose. And know very well, that I'm sacrificing for you.

Great luck, all :)

Noura, thanks for doing this beautiful contest!

All the best

Hey peeps. Here are the five final poems. I loved them all and the alliteration was really well-done. Good luck!

Apricot

Autumn's auburns
against an Aspen's arm-
adorns an apple,
arousing
an awakening
across an azure
as alluring as an aurora,
to abut
and absorb,
an apricot

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Tuna Phobic

Somebody must've forgotten this town
in the oven today,
a hairy-chested man throws a joke
through brambly blackberry-bathed
brittle nicotine teeth,
then titters tipsily
trampling towards two teenagers
talking Turkish,
solely.

He darts his debut dribbling dump
and dunks beside me on the bus,
then raises his tattooed arm,
and wraps it around the back of my seat...

- swollen armpit -

My eyes were about to faint,
fall, and flip, like frightened fish
in a frozen February;
from his sweat-flooding flannel,
he grabbed a tuna sandwich,
guttled its dappled edges
and growing ginger,
then guzzled its gushing garlic,
while granting a goofy giggle.

Get me out of here, I grizzled,
gargling on gasps of gray air...

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Three years have passed since then.

Yet...

tuna sandwiches never fail my imagination.

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Craving Calories

Sticky, sweet, sensuality satisfying,
chewy and soft centred...
running my tongue along my lips,
dribbling at the thought of tasting its
delicate aroma.

It fills me up with euphoria,
and now I am craving
chocolate crispy cupcakes,
chewy caramel chunks,
creamy choco cremes....

And all the calories in-between,
then I will run and jog and purge till
I require no more energy, no more life
or laughter.

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Saucy Spaghetti, Sweet Time

He was dazed and dazzled,
contemplating her sucking that sizzling,
solid miracle, chomping, and changing it
charmingly, chewing champignons, cheese
and life together as if the whole world could
fit in her frantic fantastic mouth, in that
simple moment of romantic agony and
light dissolution.

Everything seemed to leap onto
her dish and his eagle eyes enslaved every
exciting movement, entangled her in
his luxuriant lucid lust; she was a hungry
beautiful beamy beast, he was the beast itself
beckoning desire to sit at the table and join
them in that Italian restaurant.
(spaghetti was such a sexy thing!)

She giggled gingerly, he gulped and guffawed,
staring at her tenderly, conscious of nothing but
her intangible intensity and intractable innocence.
It was when he realized that hunger was the best sauce.

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Creme de la Creme
"Better Buttered"

Most of my memories come from
moist moments of mature match-ups.

Merrily meeting moaning maids
has made me a mighty mindful
Moo Moo Man.

My mouth merits
more, more, more.

A model mixture of mass manifests
the utter most measurable meal.

Mmm, mmm, mmm,
make mine milk.

Maidens

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The winner and the judges votes & comments will be pronounced tomorrow morning.
Can't wait.

The last one is lovely!

The Tuna Phobic made me laugh...an Aussie author maybe??

Ah, Hellon. You're wrong this time around. The mister above you wrote it. Haha.

Oh...you're revealing him already...good on ya mate then..thought you were a dinky die for a sec...I'd offer you a coldy but....you don't drink...Right?

LOL - loved the rhyme

Merci, Hellon. I drink though. I just want to be sober while announcing the winner. You could offer some burgers! And I'm no dinky die, whatever that means, haha.

What rhyme, Abed?

No..I'll throw another shrimp on the barby...ok (think that's from Dumb and Dumber movie???) Coldy for Noura!!!!

* Sorry...dinky die..true blue..LOL!

I think when I go to Australia, I will get lost.
:/

- what hellon said rhymed :P

We all get lost over here....

^o)

I doubt so.

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btw, what does dinky die.. an shrimp on the barbie mean? :P

Google it!!!!!

Shrimp on the babrie? I guess it's just a beauty who was swimming and a shrimp just stuck on her. >.<

I told you already ....it from the movie Dumb and Dumber....Jim Carey???? haha!!!

Is Abed still googling dinky die...or true blue...it just means your Australian mate LOL!

He snored...

He's probably practising for his next aussie role...after the beer..tuna sandwich..arm stretching thingy...they fall asleep haha!!!