The Poetry Comp. Winners

[mickey_one]

are known to both the Guvn'r and myself.

[Manna]

but I just changed our minds.

[lizzytysh]

Drum roll . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

[damellon]

Manna - you say you're no judge of chat-up lines. Are you any better on poetry? Lizzy - how long have you to keep that drum roll going? When is the announcement? Even those of us who didn't enter await the outcome nervously.

[lizzytysh]

Their little game did rather lend itself to that, didn't it, Damellon ... the anticipation of it all . Meanwhile, my wrists are tiring from the rolling drum . I guess here's hoping no one included any chat-up lines in their poem, cuz it doesn't seem to me that other judge thingy is any better on judging them .

I was thinking they were going to announce on the 20th, so I need to get my insurance papers straight for my carpal tunnel surgery. Plus, Manna keeps changing their minds . This could be a long recovery.


~ Lizzy

[mickey_one]

Thanks to you all, thanks to Lizzie, thanks to the Guvn'r, thanks to me.

We have run out of time and energy to release the results in the traditional way, so here they all are together






Poem 1

That's right, it's come to this

Is that Leonard I see
Surely it cannot be
It is, he's carrying a bike
The one he rode when he was a little tyke
I saw him ride it in I'm your Man
He's swapping it now, at least that's the plan
for a bigger bike that he can ride
But if they won't swap it
he has a Colt 45
It's their choice really
Dead or alive


Manna says

End-rhyme works best when accompanied by a rhythm, and preferably is consistent throughout the piece. The last few lines switched from the formerly established aabbcc rhyme scheme to an abcbdb scheme. However, the idea of swapping a childhood transportation mode for a slightly more adult one at gunpoint is very funny.


Mickey_one says

Thanks for entering, this is a fun piece that the writer clearly enjoyed, me too.








Poem 2

Rap for Cohen Comp.


I’m the guy who the federals seek
Don’t giv’em my name and don’t you squeak
I may be old but I’m still sprightly
S….ing Anjani three times nightly
I wear my shades and my dark blue hood
Them bitches back when called me super-stud
I shot two tellers in Lower Peckham
One looked like mickey, the other like Beckham
I move around by underground
Hiding from the light ‘neath a wall of sound
I carry my ‘heat,’ a snub nosed shooter
Nothin’ like my old man’s hooter
Give me the chance to steal your money
I’ll be gone in 5 with my Hawaiian honey
We work as a team and I’m her bagman
She hits the notes while I distract’em
Leaping counters, grabbing cash
Catching up after Kelley’s stash
Left us broke and down at heel
Printin’ doodles to pay for meals
We hit a shop in Hampstead Boro
Got some help from mickey my bruvver
The getaway car was bashed up Trabant
Had its own smokescreen and just one oil-lamp
We cruised the hood for several days
Hidden behind our purple haze
Eating fish and chips and curry
Takin’ our time and in no hurry
Cash to spend and time to lose
Getting used to my elevator shoes
Hit a ‘shop’ in Cricklewood
Took nearly 10 thousand, feelin’ good
Found a safehouse very soon
A basement pad and a clean bathroom
Settled right in with a moll called Paula
She lives in Penge with a lovely daughter
She took me to her local bar
She got me drunk and she went too far
I woke next day still full of gin
We couldn’t get rid of Paula’s grin
Take me down and take me slow
I know where the good vibes go
Spend it fast and spend it crazy
Our next hot hit will be in Chelsea
We hit it once and damn near blew it
Number two should see us through it
Faster wheels and a stretch to ride in
Blacked out windows for us to hide in
We’ll take the train across the town
There ain’t no Fed goin’ to take us down
Jumpin’ tracks we got no fear
You’ll see our dust as we go clear
Cross the Channel and keep our bearins’
Next town we hit will be cool Berlin
Henning says there’s cash to be made
Setting up our bootleg trade
It might be crap and it might be tawdry
God I wish I was back on Baldy.



Manna says
S...ing? what is that? If you'd said f....ing, I'd have known, but s....ing? sucking? spanking? seeing? And if it's any of those, why couldn't you just write the word? Is there some naughty word that I don't know? A few places the "rhyming" gets a little far-fetched. bagman / distract 'em, Paula / daughter. Some of the details in the story seem to be included for the sole purpose of either making the piece longer or getting a rhyme, but they tend to be entertaining anyway. A lot of effort went into this piece, and the writer obviously has talent.

Mickey_one says
Thanks for entering. This writer definitely had fun. I think he could have added 6 more similar verses no problem. He is at ease with his style and whilst, of course, he could have tidied it up a lot, this was a worthy entry.

Manna Retorts
How do you know it’s a he, mickey_one?










Poem 3

Our Runner Up.

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!

I hide
but never from myself.

These shades
polarize glitz and betray form
as mythic shades inform from shadows
of that Bigger Will.



Manna says
Get rid of those first two lines and I think we have a poem here. What do they have to do with S2? 'Polarize glitz' is an interesting phrase. And I like the penultimate line a lot.

Mickey_one says
Dear fellow judge, I presume the hiding is behind the shades but the robber knows what he has become. My difficulty here is that the poem is just too short. That and a near-compulsion to change the last line to read “bigger willy”

Mickey_one (aged 12)

Manna’s Ageless Retort
Dear fellow judge, yeah I got that later, but I’m still not sure it belongs in the poem. An intelligent reader should be able to not have the moral of the piece told to him. And I like short poems. Definitely a worthy runner-up. Very interesting use of description and darkness here.














Poem 4

Title - Full Circle

I didn't make much money writing poetry
So I changed my job and sang a song or two
Made enough to keep me dapper
But it was stolen by some slapper
I found I had to change career anew

So in my seventies I tried a life of crime
The pay was good; my weapon was a hammer
But I stopped to admire some dust
and that's what got me bust
Full circle now I write poems in the slammer


Manna says
These stanzas are really trying hard to be Limericks, and they’re pretty close. But, oh, what a base form it is. I don't think trying to make this a limerick really suits what is being said. The last line of a limerick is intended to be a punch line. The second one does this, but the first, not so well. I really like the line “stopped to admire some dust.” That’s something I can relate to personally.

Mickey_one says
Hey, this is fun. Any poem that uses the word “slapper” is to be commended. Also, credit to the “gestalt” idea.

Manna retorts
Yeah, slapper. Mickey’s favourite topic of conversation. I also love how dapper and slapper are a rhyme pair. Rhyme pairing tends to draw a connection between the two rhyming words, and it’s an interesting play between dapper and slapper.














Poem 5

A poster on a window
it's look like a famous old artist
if he tries to rob shops,
like some ancient gun slinger
then
a singer
must die

a gun
is not
the answer

let's lynch Kelly
for making an old
man
desperate
for squeezing dreams
like old toothpaste tubes


let's rip her to pieces
pulling out her
teeth
so she won't need
no
old toothpaste anyway


lets suck out her eyeballs
til she can't see
and her glasses don't fit
across the bridge of her nose

I said the bridge
or someplace
lower

Lenny, I'm sorry it's come
to this
that's right it's come
to this
but Lenny,
I can lend you a penny
or is that taking the piss?


Manna says
line 2 – stupid grammar mistake
S2 – a cliché

squeezing dreams like old toothpaste tubes – cute

then we get funny

This one has some interesting lines and phrases, but it doesn’t paint a picture or tell a story that I can follow.

Mickey_one says

I don’t think the writer was taking this very seriously but some nice images and odd lines. The “bridge or someplace lower” was an excellent LC pastiche







Poem 6 THE WINNER, CONGRATULATIONS

That’s Right, It’s Come To This

Once great he turned to crime,
Should have focused more on naughty bits.
Was it Kelley Lynch or Richard Westin?
Who was it that sucked on the money tits?

“I’ll sell my art, I’ll write new songs,
“I’ll record myself farting on the loo.
“Wait! A better idea than all of that!
“I’ll just steal your money from you!”

“They’ll never suspect me,”
He thought as he donned glasses dark.
“They see a Buddhist monk,
“But I’m as sneaky as a shark.”

Yes, that’s right, it’s come to this,
When you choose the less than trustworthy few.
Now it’s a jug of wine and a pack of fags,
No matter what anyone said, no matter what he’d do.


Manna says
best so far, though the rhythm is flawed.

Mickey_one says
Don’t you want to expand, Dear? Winners deserve flowers and plaudits. I think the writer is coasting but it ain’t bad and I wouldn’t dare argue with you.

Manna retorts
Aww, you called me dear. But Gawd, wtf was I thinking? This is our winner? I think I only read this once and never reconsidered it. And, Baby, I love arguing, it gets me hot. And I don’t mind being wrong if I really am wrong.

OK, here’s the response to post
Not bad at all, though the rhythm is flawed. Some interesting lines here – “the less than trustworthy few, a jug of wine and a pack of fags.” The inverted “glasses dark” doesn’t work for me, though it might if you set the piece to the right music. Music may fix the rhythm as well. I’d be interested in seeing a version of this as a song. Thanks for entering.



Poem 7



I'm not your man
I'm not to blame
You've got it wrong
He
gave
my
name

He's your man
He pulled the gun
You need to find
Krist
off
er
son



Manna says
not bad, unless I’m just getting lazy now. Yeah, that’s possible. Took me sec to get Kristofferson. I forgot about that connection, and I still don’t remember the story.

Mickey_one says
Too slight to be our winner but neatly and cleverly constructed.

Manna retorts
OK, I looked up the Kristofferson thing, and now I think this is very funny. But, unfortunately, this has too little gravitas to be about Our Man. This one may have the best construction of the bunch as far as using a consistent form. A good one for me to keep in mind as I continue reading… Later… definitely a worthy runner-up.










poem 8

One by one, the bills arrive
The bills are coming through
The debts, they are so many
The assets are so few

And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelly is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now

And those who cry, begin to cry
Those who hurt begin
And “hands up, hands up” cries a voice
“let all my guns come in”

And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelly is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now


And Len goes stumbling through that shop
In lonely secrecy
Saying “just the money please”
Or “I’ll blow your fucking head off, you bastard, don’t you see I’m desperate, I’m quite old and realistically I won’t be doing any more touring although I don’t mind selling my drawings and the occasional conversation
With Phillip Glass
So, shift your ass”

And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelly is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now

All at once his nostrils flare
His trouser zip flies open
Note by note he steals it all
Like it’s going out of fashion

And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelly is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now

And here he eats his sweet potato
Whilst shop and gun dissolve
And one by one his teeth fall out
Beyond the guardian’s wail

And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelly is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now


Those who shout, begin to shout
Those who die begin
Those whose honesty is lost
Are lost and lost again

And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelly is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now

One by one, the bills arrive
The bills are coming through
The debts, they are so many
The assets are so few

And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelly is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now

Manna says
I loooooove the rant in the third verse. For future reference, it isn’t necessary to write out the chorus with every verse when jotting down lyrics. They’re the same every time, so you can just write [chorus] unless there’s a difference.

Mickey_one says
Disqualified, sorry. Came too late.


Poem 9

Returning to the scene of the crime
Age-old mistake of the criminal's mind
Sun-filled room, floors polished high
He couldn't resist one final try.

Sightings made, rumours abound
Hot tip said he'd be around
Bobbies gathered, spot'd their greatest find
A bizzie yelled out, "Your arse is mine!"

His dodging and darting left the crowd aghast
Loudly lamenting, "Has it come to THIS??"
Opinions resounded; words burst out all 'round
From shady and arlarse to smart, legend bound!

Bottom line, now plum out of ackers
Bizzies upon him; escape he'd best make'er
The daylight robber grabbed for his pen
Scrawled his pension cheque, payable to Ken

He'd just never found the perfect disguise
Now he peered round the corner and saw those eyes
Saying "follow your bliss" - serious or a tease?
He got a good grip, slipped into the masterpiece.

Now peering down and out at the crowd
As the baffled group shouted out loud,
"Where could he have gone?", "Absolutely! A gall!"
He mused to himself, "It was the hat after all."


Manna says

Needs a bit more visual glue. This is too thoughty, not enough concrety. It makes it difficult for a reader to connect. But I do appreciate the surreal, personal feel of it. A bit of wild insanity in a poem is generally a good thing. Seems to me this is a shiny night in a rain-wetted alley… Get my drift? Nonetheless, an appreciated entry.

Mickey_one says

Thanks for entering, loads of effort here













Poem 10

There was an old man from Montreal town
His life as a poet had brought him renown
But then he was lynched
His money all pinched
And now he's a crook with a frown

I remember him well in the Chelsea
Building Society
He was famous, a legend, almost a deity
But it's clearly LC
on CCTV
And this time it's him going down




Manna says
Another near-limerick with regrettable rhythm trouble. Limericks have 3 “feet” or stressed syllables in lines 1, 2 and 5, and 2 feet in lines 3 and 4.

Limericks are supposed to be obscene and funny, and the second one here is exemplary in this regard. I also like the paraphrased lines of S2. Thanks for a good laugh.

Mickey_one says

Very good try, some really clever lines, but not Line 5, the only weak part.





Poem 11

That's right, it's comes to this

I see I've made the 'most wanted' list again
At 73, what are the odds on that?
Coming armed with my words
Forcing you to think, to feel.
And what did I rob?
Your sighs, your tears, your desires.

It's not for myself I do it,
my lifestyle is modest, my dreams realised.
In fact, I could do with a rest
From writing and singing and drawing.
Just being gets to be enough,
But there's Anjani.


Manna says
Thank you for not writing another limerick. But then, what? A tender poem? In this competition? That came as a surprise, and a surprise is always a welcome turn in retrospect. Good thing I’m going thru these again. I wonder what would have happened if this had been written as a confessional. But you know, I often find myself wanting to rewrite those poems that I later learn to like best as they were originally written. This could be edited down to remove excessive words and language, and that is probably its biggest flaw. It’s also written very with very straightforward language, except that last line which leaves me wistful. I think I may call this one as winner because it made me think, and for being outside the mould. I also like the stranded last line, though I don’t know why you’ve called it anarchic when it is Anjani’s coronation.

Mickey_one says
This was a freestyle comp. I rather liked the anarchic stranded last line.

[Manna]

Really? That one was the winner?
Mickey...........?

[lizzytysh]

Number 8 was too late ? Did you say that just to rhyme, Mickey? This is when I sent it on... and if it was too late, Numbers 9, 10, and 11 are too, since I sent and numbered them in the order I got and sent them on . Please put my mind at ease here... as well as that of the writer... or, if that's a joke, let me laugh .

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 12:17:53 -0700

Right, Manna... is the last one "save the best for last" the real winner ?

Thanks to everyone for entering... as far as I know, ALL poems were on time! Mickey_One!?!

Can you also indicate on the separate threads which is the winner and which the runner-up? I know you said it earlier on the one, long thread; but, then it appeared that this was your initial reaction when discoursing with Manna about it and the other ones [dialogues copied and pasted to here?]; and then it seemed that Poem #11 became a possibility as the winner. I'm a bit confused on this . Or, is it exactly as you noted? If so, could you carry that over to the two poems individually in their own threads? I know... lot to ask, but still... .

Thanks... and now back to #8 being late ? Did you enter this contest, Michael


~ Lizzy

[Manna]

There will be no appeals. The judges words are final. The judging process, which took place, as you recall, sequestered in a hotel room. The judging process is not up for questioning...

So saith the guvn'r.

[lizzytysh]

T'ain't 'bout arguin' the results... 'tis about KNOWING them !

Three prizes were delineated... but only a "WINNER" and a "runner-up"... and then some additional comments that seemed to confuse the issue more. So, who gets the $1,000? Number 11 ?

I know you two were up all night and all... but please have a cuppa coffee and return with some clear answers. And... on Number 8! Will whichever of you two threw that in as your own, non-entry entry, please confess??

Oooorrrrr... did you non-sensical your announcement of the winners on purpose ?

Thanks mucho for any coward's or non-coward's explanations .


~ Lizzy

[Manna]

Sorry, had a politician attack there, but I promise no one will be tazed.
now, here is the last thing I sent Michael, who must have been worn out, though from what I cannot say.

Poem 1

That's right, it's come to this

Is that Leonard I see
...
Dead or alive

Manna says
End-rhyme works best when accompanied by a rhythm, and preferably is consistent throughout the piece. The last few lines switched from the formerly established aabbcc rhyme scheme to an abcbdb scheme. However, the idea of swapping a childhood transportation mode for a slightly more adult one at gunpoint is very funny.

mickey_one says
Thanks for entering, this is a fun piece that the writer clearly enjoyed, me too.

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Poem 2

Rap for Cohen Comp.

I’m the guy who the federals seek
...
God I wish I was back on Baldy.

Manna says
S...ing? what is that? If you'd said f....ing, I'd have known, but s....ing? sucking? spanking? seeing? And if it's any of those, why couldn't you just write the word? Is there some naughty word that I don't know? A few places the "rhyming" gets a little far-fetched. bagman / distract 'em, Paula / daughter. Some of the details in the story seem to be included for the sole purpose of either making the piece longer or getting a rhyme, but they tend to be entertaining anyway. A lot of effort went into this piece, and the writer obviously has talent.

mickey_one says
Thanks for entering. This writer definitely had fun. I think he could have added 6 more similar verses no problem. He is at ease with his style and whilst, of course, he could have tidied it up a lot, this was a worthy entry.

Manna Retorts
How do you know it’s a he, mickey_one?

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Poem 3

Our Runner Up.

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!

I hide
...
of that Bigger Will.

Manna says
Get rid of those first two lines and I think we have a poem here. What do they have to do with S2? 'Polarize glitz' is an interesting phrase. And I like the penultimate line a lot.

mickey_one says
Dear fellow judge, I presume the hiding is behind the shades but the robber knows what he has become. My difficulty here is that the poem is just too short. That and a near-compulsion to change the last line to read “bigger willy”

Mickey_one (aged 12)

Manna’s Ageless Retort
Dear fellow judge, yeah I got that later, but I’m still not sure it belongs in the poem. An intelligent reader should be able to not have the moral of the piece told to him. And I like short poems. Definitely a worthy runner-up. Very interesting use of description and darkness here.

Manna adds now
I think I may have also called this one a second place winner at some point, which may have contributed to Mickey's stupor.

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Poem 4

Title - Full Circle

I didn't make much money writing poetry
...
Full circle now I write poems in the slammer


Manna says
These stanzas are really trying hard to be Limericks, and they’re pretty close. But, oh, what a base form it is. I don't think trying to make this a limerick really suits what is being said. The last line of a limerick is intended to be a punch line. The second one does this, but the first, not so well. I really like the line “stopped to admire some dust.” That’s something I can relate to personally.

Mickey_one says
Hey, this is fun. Any poem that uses the word “slapper” is to be commended. Also, credit to the “gestalt” idea.

Manna retorts
Yeah, slapper. Mickey’s favourite topic of conversation. I also love how dapper and slapper are a rhyme pair. Rhyme pairing tends to draw a connection between the two rhyming words, and it’s an interesting play between dapper and slapper.

Manna adds now
This one should have been disqualified for its title, but wasn't because it was cute.

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Poem 5

A poster on a window
…
or is that taking the piss?

Manna says
line 2 – stupid grammar mistake
S2 – a cliché

squeezing dreams like old toothpaste tubes – cute

then we get funny

This one has some interesting lines and phrases, but it doesn’t paint a picture or tell a story that I can follow.

mickey_one says
I don’t think the writer was taking this very seriously but some nice images and odd lines. The “bridge or someplace lower” was an excellent LC pastiche

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Poem 6

That’s Right, It’s Come To This

Once great he turned to crime,
...
No matter what anyone said, no matter what he’d do.

Manna says
best so far, though the rhythm is flawed.

mickey_one says
Don’t you want to expand, Dear? Winners deserve flowers and plaudits. I think the writer is coasting but it ain’t bad and I wouldn’t dare argue with you.

Manna retorts
---Censored---

OK, here’s the response to post:
Not bad at all, though the rhythm is flawed. Some interesting lines here – “the less than trustworthy few, a jug of wine and a pack of fags.” The inverted “glasses dark” doesn’t work for me, though it might if you set the piece to the right music. Music may fix the rhythm as well. I’d be interested in seeing a version of this as a song. Thanks for entering.

Manna adds now...
*** I was kind of hoping a certain co-judge would use better judgement when posting these, and at least follow my directions. Explanation - after reading through these only once, I had chosen this one as winner, but upon re-reading it, I decided I must have been getting fatigued. Sorry to whoever wrote this. It was my first choice, but I felt it was the wrong final choice. See?

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Poem 7

2ND PLACE!!!!!
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!


I'm not your man
...
Krist
off
er
son

Manna says
not bad, unless I’m just getting lazy now. Yeah, that’s possible. Took me sec to get Kristofferson. I forgot about that connection, and I still don’t remember the story.

Mickey_one says
Too slight to be our winner but neatly and cleverly constructed.

Manna retorts
OK, I looked up the Kristofferson thing, and now I think this is very funny. But, unfortunately, this has too little gravitas to be about Our Man. This one may have the best construction of the bunch as far as using a consistent form. A good one for me to keep in mind as I continue reading… Later… definitely a worthy runner-up.

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poem 8

One by one, the bills arrive
…
Oh…I need you now

Manna says
I loooooove the rant in the third verse. For future reference, it isn’t necessary to write out the chorus with every verse when jotting down lyrics. They’re the same every time, so you can just write [chorus] unless there’s a difference.

mickey_one says
Disqualified, sorry. Came too late.

Manna adds now
Actually, I don't want to add anything. Nevermind.

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Poem 9

Returning to the scene of the crime
…
He mused to himself, "It was the hat after all."

Manna says
Needs a bit more visual glue. This is too thoughty, not enough concrety. It makes it difficult for a reader to connect. But I do appreciate the surreal, personal feel of it. A bit of wild insanity in a poem is generally a good thing. Seems to me this is a shiny night in a rain-wetted alley… Get my drift? Nonetheless, an appreciated entry.

Mickey_one says
Thanks for entering, loads of effort here and some good lines

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Poem 10

There was an old man from Montreal town
…
And this time it's him going down

Manna says
Another near-limerick with regrettable rhythm trouble. Limericks have 3 “feet” or stressed syllables in lines 1, 2 and 5, and 2 feet in lines 3 and 4. Limericks are supposed to be obscene and funny, and the second one here is exemplary in this regard. I also like the paraphrased lines of S2. Thanks for a good laugh.

Mickey_one says
Very good try, some really clever lines, but not Line 5, the only weak part.

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Poem 11

WINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's right, it's comes to this

I see I've made the 'most wanted' list again
…
But there's Anjani.


Manna says
Thank you for not writing another limerick. But then, what? A tender poem? In this competition? That came as a surprise, and a surprise is always a welcome turn in retrospect. Good thing I’m going thru these again. I wonder what would have happened if this had been written as a confessional. But you know, I often find myself wanting to rewrite those poems that I later learn to like best as they were originally written. This could be edited down to remove excessive words and language, and that is probably its biggest flaw. It’s also written very with very straightforward language, except that last line which leaves me wistful. I think I may call this one as winner because it made me think, and for being outside the mould. I also like the stranded last line, though I don’t know why you’ve called it anarchic when it is Anjani’s coronation.

Mickey_one says
This was a freestyle comp. I rather liked the anarchic stranded last line.

Manna adds now
I didn't much like this one on first read.

[Manna]

I think everyoe who had the balls to anaymathongly enter should get all three prizes.

[lizzytysh]

Oh, this is just TOO perfect, Manna and Mikey !! You both won in the recount of that politician thingy. Thanks for the explanations. All's well. No hanging chads !!

[To some anonythongy out there... I rest my case .]


~ Lizzy

[mickey_one]

it's all my fault, I saw the Guvn'r had written no 11 as theWINNER (ta ra, hooray etc!) but as she had never mentioned this to me in our hotel room I reverted to no 6 and blamed her typing. Bloody hell, we could make them joint winners (the joints are on their way to you, smoke them slowly and enjoy) or we could take the logical approach

11
+
6
=
17
divided by 2
=
8 1/2
so the offical winner is no. 8 1/2
but we have a sale on
so it's reduced to
no 8.
no 8 IS THE NEW OFFICIAL WINNER
but it is disqualified
there's a hole in my bucket
oh fuck it
dear Liza
dear Lizzy
there's a hole in my bucket
oh, fuck it
a hole

[lizzytysh]

Next time, we may need to insist that the judges leave the bottles of booze outside their hotel room. Obviously, the temptation is too great having them inside, 'ready to go' for celebration.

It has been declared in its final form that Number Eleven is the Winner... correctamundo?? To quote a friend, is Number Six going to demand a recount? There was question enough for me at the time I first read the comments regarding #6, when it seemed that the declaration of its being the winner was part of the dialogue that took place between you two. My comments regarding #11 being the winner have NOTHING to do with the merits of #6 [which I LIKE and which required multiple sendings to Drunken Judge #1 by the way]... but rather the situation surrounding #11 and its writer. Nope. The bottles will have to go under lock and key until the winners... the TRUE winners... are announced and then you guys can call for room service. And 'consensus' prior to announcement might be a good idea, too .

You and your holy bucket, Michael .


~ Lizzy