musiclover: I will :-)

PowerPygmie, I have been dealing with that site for almost 3 years and some of what you say is true. They have to, by law, award prize money as they state on their site so each person still has a chance to win. But thanks for the info even though I agree with some of what you say.

It looks like very much this site: www.poetry.com... I sent in a poem almost 2 years ago and then they sent me a letter in which stood I won $20000,-- !! I would be nominated.. :-))) Awesome, right! But they phrased it very clever and invited me for a symposia for which I had to pay my own flight tickets and entrance tickets and it looked still very promising; but I learned that its all a very clever way for commercial and so I just decline every offer they make towards me..

But musiclover, I don't want to discourage you to send in your beautiful poetry :-)

Go ahead and enjoy,
~*Radiant 36:9*~

Radiant, I have had all those letters and more from them. Yes, the National Library of Poetry's website is www.poetry.com. But if you go to the site, you can view who wins the daily prize, the monthly prize and when the big won should be awarded. If they do not honor the prizes, they are in BIG trouble with the law. I appreciate your input and the info you are giving me.

Yes, if they state they are awarding prize money, they have to do so, or else it is fraud. However, that doesn't stop some people from committing fraud. The posted winners *could* be part of an elaborate deception, perhaps even with "winners" paid to testify that they won prizes.

However, as long as these people have been around, I doubt they take it to that extent. I would hope not, anyway. I personally don't like the greasy way they do business... I'm not even sure I trust them to honor copyright law, but I wasn't about to lay to $50.00 for one of their books just to make sure they omitted the poem I asked them not to print.

That said, by all means--take a shot at the prize money. I'd love to hear a positive story about these guys that wasn't solicited by Poetry.Com. If you win, be sure and tell us all about it!

:)

Good luck, musiclover--and to whoever else wishes to enter as well.

Thanks PowerPygmie for your good wishes. I will definitely let you know; in fact, I will let the WHOLE WORLD know!! LMAO But I doubt if I will.

Now that the conflict is over,can we foresee it's outcome? Which ripples like little waves on the waters of time?No. I don't think so. It is an unforseeable future that we can't fathom. As sisters goes, is there still love there?A sense of belonging. You say let's not talk for awhile. I need time to heal and lick my wounds. I turn away tail tucked and defeated. I hate the taste of humblle pie, is at times most bitter, but I feel I did what was best I removed myself from the battlefield. A seasoned soldier in flight, wishing that there was no casualities. I only find the wounded. Shall we carry it to the infirmary? I turned away from the scene with tear stained eyes. Wishing that things could of had a different outcome. Battle worn,torn and sworn to protect that which is ours.

It is the night of the full moon. A night of song for wolves,but at last the night is still.No wolves sing their songs of lonliness to the moon. There isn't even a chirp heard from a cricket. It is dead silence:Everyone and everything is settled in for the night's slumber.In the house here isn't even the sound of footsteps in the corridors. They too are silent and dark. Only the lowly moon shines in the night sky as a cool breeze blows up.It shines, but it still looks lonely.

A canner, exceedingly canny
was heard to remark to his granny,
"A canner can can anything that he can,
but a canner can't can a can, can he?"

;)

wow you said a mouthful! l.o.l.

here is the first poem they promised as being published. I have yet to see my name on their lists for published Authors and I have had 5 offers of the 6 or 7 I have posted to their site.. Each offer comes complete with an order form for my own copie of the book.. Which is rather pricy.. I don't believe I have ever seen the finished product sold to the public..

TODAY WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY

~To My Lovely Daughter Bree~
Today was your Birthday, 18 you turned..
Candles on the cake, forever they burn..
Memories of years, how quickly they passed..
Crawling to walking, an Halloweens 1st mask..
You breathed in life, six minutes to noon..
Laughed at funny faces, stared at the Moon..
Today's your Birthday, eighteen you must be..
Taking your future, a woman now I see..
Celebrating in a city, Far away you roam..
Soon off to college, miles away from home..
We celebrated with barbecuing..
Just like we always do..
One thing was different..
It was celebrated without you..
A Trip to New York..
With your father you went..
What a lonesome firework show..
Your Momma has spent..
Happy B-Day Bree!
Cathryn Ann Higgs
Copyright ©2003 Cathryn Ann Higgs
Found at www.poetry.com under search authors as Higgs, Cathryn

Very nice Dragonheart44 and Scarlet! Thanks for sharing :-)

thank you stardust,night of the full moon was also a poetry contest winner but like scarlet said they want an arm and a leg for the book they printing your poem in. so i just quit entering

ScarlettRose, I like your poem very much and found all 6 of them on the site under Cathryn Ann Higgs and one called "Or Do We Dare" under Cathryn Higgs; is this also yours? Have you ever gone to the library to try and find the books they claim they print? They tell everyone they have won to get you to buy other stuff they sell and conferences to attend which cost lots of money and when I inquired about it, they said that is how they get the money to pay all the contests for weekly, monthly and big winning ones. You could check with your Attorney General in your state to find out if a lot of complaints have proved they are scams or ligit. I purchased 2 CD's that have one of my poems in them and the plaques (3) that bear the only 3 poems I have written and submitted to them. I do not expect to win as I am not that good writing poems, chances of winning are too great even if they are ligit but had fun doing it to see it printed anywhere; even if it is on their site. I have read poems that have won and feel they were not good at all but I am not a ligit critic and have limited knowledge of what is good. Do not get discouraged as you never know. Look at people that spend thousands of dollars on the lottery and never win and some person bets $1.00 and wins millions. It is all the luck of the draw; right?

Yes.. that is me as well..

I probably would have put more of my poetry on their site.. but, every time I submitt one it has to be submitted through a contest.. and then they have a limited amount of space you can use.. so I end up having to reword the poem.. or chop it in other ways..

That "Today was your B-day was put on to CD as well as in a book.. I had 3 or 4 others that were to be published.. I never bought any of the items since I could never afford it.. I was also a bit upset that my name wasn't showing under the published pages they have on their site..

And like you.. some of the poems getting awarded the prizes weren't all that great..

Mostly I use the site so I can show others my poems and they are stored somewhere so I don't loose them totally if I have puter problems..

Have you ladies heard of starlitecafe.com. It's a good poetry site for all us amateurs LOL

yesterday i found poetrypoem.com and started putting some of my poetry on it they publish for free they give you your own site

I'll remember that one Dragon, Thanx

I was thinking of William Shakespeares "Julius Ceasar", remembering an impressive and poetic speech from that play. Brutus just delivered a speech justifying his actions, saying, "If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Ceasar, this is my answer. Not that I loved Ceasar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Ceasar were living and die all slaves, than that Ceasar were dead, to live all freemen?"

Mark Anthony had a different opinion of the matter:

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interrèd with their bones.
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest --
For Brutus is an honorable man,
So are they all, all honorable men --
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me.
But Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And sure he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause.
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O Judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason!
Bear with me.

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

I need advice on whether I should give this poem to somebody that I've liked for a while or not. I wrote it for him...

"Words Aren't Enough"
I've never had a boyfriend
Or someone who seemed good enough
For me to share my feelings with
When life's troubles got too tough

You can always make me laugh
Or even show a smile
I love spending time with you
For just a little while

Who has the perfect face
and feelings that are so true
No one that I know of
Can half compare to you

People said so many things'That turned out to be lies
I don't care about the details
Of looks shape, or size

I'm writing this poem for you
Because you mean so muh to me
Words Aren't enough to express
What I hope is meant to be

...We used to be so close, but my frien is kind o taking him away, so should I give it to him as a last stitch effort, or no? Please help, thanks!

It's a nice sentiment, footballgirl, and it conveys your feelings fairly well. He may not realize how you feel about him. Sometimes what girls assume that a guy thinks or feels or knows is so far from what is actually going on in his mind.

Communication in a relationship is very important. I don't know the situation, and it's ultimately up to you, but he needs to know how you feel if he doesn't already.

My advice: If the guy is mature enough that you can trust him with your feelings, then give the poem to him. If you have reason to think he may just turn around and use this to hurt those feelings, then you might not want to share it.

Thank you for your advice PowerPygmie, it means a lot to me. I'veknown him my entire life, but never said two words to him until last year. I don't know that he knows I like him, but people have said he does. Like I said, we were becoming very close until one of my supposed friends came in and I don't know how to describe it. Long story short, he hangs out with her all the time, and even though she says he's annoying to her, I like him a lot. Sorry for burdening you with this issue of mine, but if it's okay with you, you can give me at least one more tip!:) Thank you so much!

One more tip? Um... don't eat the yellow snow. ;)

Seriously, though, I'm not sure what more I could tell you... except to advise you to be prepared to let go if it becomes necessary. He may not be the kind of guy you think he is. Some people turn out to be real jerks. Even if he's the sweetie of your dreams, he may wind up liking the other girl better.

Just pay attention to what's going on, and don't let anyone snow-job you. Once you've clued him in on your feelings, you've done what is reasonable. He'll have a choice to make.

Thatk you so much! I'll let you know what happens!:)

Well poetry.com may be a scam, but I found a valuable tool on their site.

Every day they have a contest, but you can use it as a tool. There are a number of words, and you use some of them to write a poem. Since the poem is limited to only 20 pieces, it's a good way of learning to express a thought in only a few words.

When I discovered and tried it early this year, I had not written any poetry in 20+ years, and I thought that part of me was dead. But in looking at all of the words and trying to pull something meaningful out of it I discovered that that wasn't true after all.

Most of what you may get will be free verse.

(I'm tempted to share some examples of ones I've written. :) )

Please do. I love to read poetry. :o)

hey currentriver,i got a poetry site at www.poetrypoem.com/wolfheart2000 yoou might like some of the poetry there

Why thank you Dragonheart.....
I'll check it out. Thanks so much.

Have a great day.

Here's a poem I have always liked.

Let me grow lovely,
growing old-
So many fine things do;
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;


And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?


- Karle Wilson Baker (1878-1960)


I know a woman I love and admire who exemplifies this poem. I don't think it is just a matter of physical beauty, but of warmth, character and a positive outlook.

I love this Poem' It's beautiful..... I've got the two poem's I like best. Please post them.

1. Remember grandpa

2.When soft green
spring days come,

Wanda

O.K., Wanda. Thanks so much for your input. :)

I mentioned before Poetry in Motion. The length is limited to 20 pieces (words or parts of words).

Here are a couple of my past entries:


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Remember grandpa
soft-spoken, kind
firm hands

off to work
at ninety
on his bike.

***************

When soft green
spring days come,
forgotten memories of
you return,
shining the sun
on my heart.

Dragonheart,

I like "Cherokee Blood (Tsi-tsa-la-gi)". Are you Cherokee, then? :)

Hello Cathy1, yes i am half cherokee

Cathy1, you should enter the poems to Poetry in Motion. You are very good at it and could very well win. If you are entering them, excuse my butting in and have a nice day/night depending on when you read this. I have entered poems in the big contest and enjoy doing it. Some of what they do is to raise money but people do win; so not a total scam.

I contracted Crohn's Disease in August of last year, and it led to depression that eventually was brought to a head in November, when, after parodying Poe's "The Raven" with my poem "The Pigeon," I got hit with a 10-month case of writer's block. In May I had abdominal surgery to relieve symptoms, and on August 30 of this year the block was ended by this mysterious poem I wrote at 12:15 am, which I can't even remember how I wrote and could not write it again if stripped of my memory of it and then asked to do so. Its words are simply etched into my brain and despite having scribbled it out in only 15 minutes, I can't bring myself to revise it. Anyway, tell me what you think, and be kind since it is after all my first writing in a LONG time. Consider the symbolism too!

The Rose, by AP
Aug. 30, 2004
For all who've stood by me through bad times and good

One day beyond all clarity,
A special Rose was born
From out the soil, a rarity
Without a single thorn.

So I heard from mother dear
In bedtime tales ago,
When light of day could drive off fear
And ever-present woe.

I look still for that Rose today
In Gardens of the skies;
Where tranquil, cloudless meadow lay
No thornless flower lies.

Yet I shall not see clarity
Until with eye forlorn,
I see that precious rarity
Without a single thorn.

But mother says I search too far
By travelling the skies;
For with us, not upon some star
The finest flow'r resides.


I'm also thinking about writing this in a birthday card for a female friend I met a few days before who was probably the inspiration for it. Good idea or bad?

APolaris, very nice work and yes send it to your new friend. I am sure she will appreciate it and enjoy it as I have. I am sorry to hear of your illnesses and I hope you will continue to recuperate on your way to better health. I will say a prayer for you.

That's a very nice poem,and yes! write it in her card! She'll love it and appreciate it :-)
Thanks for sharing

Thank you for the kind words, but the Crohn's symptoms, although I felt light internal pain last Sunday (not even enough to make me keel over), will not be returning anytime soon. Maybe in 2 years or so, if ever.

If you want to read more of my work, check out http://www.sunysuffolk.edu/~perea61/anthony.html
That page doesn't contain any of my best works (most of it is ameteur in my terms), since I would find it more pleasant to surprise people with my best if and when they read it published, and the two passages from "Perfect Rows" are passages I liked for an idea on a novel I've long since abandoned (my current work, "Fallen," will not have any previews, unless I change my mind).

I think your poem is beautiful. I think your girl would be proud to receive a poem from you.

APolaris, I went to your site and your dog Brandy is cute. I enjoyed the images of London and the other photos you have there. They are just beautiful. I also will be reading your poems as soon as I have more time to concentrate on them and enjoy each word.

There are a lot of words in some, especially Commons Street and A Genocide Memory. If you're capable of enjoying these two (not many are), enjoy their messages more than their not-so-eloquent speech.

If you want enjoyment, check out the Pigeon. But make sure you've read Poe's Raven first and are familiar with its form and its manner of narration, or my mocking will seem more like raving stupidity than glorious madness.

Twas the night before Charley
the weather was dead,
He was only a 2 when we climbed into bed.
The plywood was nailed to the windows with care.
With hopes it was strong enough to hold back the air.
The next day was quiet,
Just peaceful and calm,
not even a breeze to flutter a palm.
When out of the south there arose such a roar,
It was Charley's birthday and he just turned 4.
We were all watching now,
as he churned up the coast;
hoping our county would not be the host.
Then suddenly turning,twenty minutes it's said,
was the difference in time that we would have been dead.
He went after charlotte,abundant with rage,the worst storm in years for the history page.
Punta Gorda,Arcadia,were both laid to waste,then on to Orlando in Mickeys Face.
The carnage,destruction,and lives pulled apart,
will pull back together to make a new start.
But those who lost loved ones and the price they paid will never forget that thirteenth day.
God bless all in Florida.......

Not bad

There was something that was missing
for a long, long time for me.
It wasn't a need, a feel, a want;
whatever it was, wasn't meant to be.

It wasn't something I could name
or put my finger on.
I thought I might of found it
but already it seems it's gone.

You touched me in a place so rare,
so deep, so real, so fine...
A place that belongs to no "man"
a place that's only mine.

My voice you may never hear again,
that smile you may never see,
and whether it matters to you or not,
you'll always have part of me...

If there really was a "God"
would the world be in such shape?
If there really was a "God"
could we never need escape?

If there really was a "God"
would people live in fear?
If there really was a "God"
could life be held as dear?

If there really was a "God"
would ghettos never be?
If there really was a "God"
could ALL mankind be free?

If there really was a "God"
would no man be in pain?
If there really was a "God"
could the world not act insane?

If there really was a "God"
would there be no thing as war?
If there really was a "God"
could there be no word as poor?

If there really was a "God"
would we all love each other?
If there really was a "God"
could ALL men be my brother?

If there really was a "God"
would He understand my query?
If there really was a "God"
could He know I've grown too weary?

A clear misinterpretation, the commonplace "God can't exist because evil is incompatible with his goodness." This has been disproven in so many books I've lost count and the ideas expressed in that are badly outdated. No further comment except relativism: if there was no such thing as evil, there would be no such thing as good, because if everything was good it would be nothing but the norm. Without evil to compare good to, good cannot exist as there is no basis for comparison. What would you call good in a world in which evil didn't exist? Not simply good, because there is no relativism. No, I'd say that the existence of evil is absolutely necessary FOR good things like God to exist.

indeed have a certain poetry also. ~*~

Can anyone please help me giving the website which Aragon made with regards to the Poetry Challenge, which got started up last year? I would like to read those poems once again and forgot the site!

thanks!!

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quando andrai a scarborough fair
salvia, menta, prezzemolo e timo
tu porta il segno del mio rimpianto
alla donna che allora io amavo

vorrei in dono una camicia di lino
salvia, menta, prezzemolo e timo
tu dille che non voglio ricami
ma che sappia che ancora io l'amo

per me basta un acro di terra
salvia, menta, prezzemolo e timo
quella casa tra il mare e le dune
e la donna che allora io amavo

tornerò a coltivare i miei campi
salvia, menta, prezzemolo e timo
e distese di erica in fiore
perchè sappia che ancora io l'amo

I hope you realize that there is no word "fair" in Italian. But given the context, I guess it's acceptable to use, since it's the name of a specific place. Just remember to capitalize it next time as such, lest you confuse someone like myself who knows Italian.