Weekly Contest Results November 19 2018

Good Morning Everyone! A hearty congrats to our front page winners Poet
on the Piano and to Prince with two wining poems, and to all those who received
a HM. Well done everyone and once again thank you judges for your valuable
time and effort. Here are the results:

//WINNERS//:

Let beautiful be by The prince 10+10+10=30

Waning by Poet on the Piano 7+7=14

Salt by The Prince 4+10=14

//COMMENTS//:

Let beautiful be by The prince (10 points)

Wow I couldn’t stop reading this. Every word is so elegantly written and
beautifully crafted, this truly is a masterpiece and you should be very,
very proud of your work.
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Let Beautiful be by the prince (10 points)

This poem is mesmerizing, in all of my years on this site I don't think I have
ever sat open mouthed while reading somebody's poem. With this one I did. It
takes you on a journey away from this world and transports you into the authors
mind for a fleeting few moments. This is as close to perfect that I have seen. An
easy 10 points for me.

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Let Beautiful Be by The Prince (10 points)

I really needed to read something like this. Recently, I’ve been having trouble
letting things be. Instead of living the moment, I’ve been sinking into negative
thoughts. And instead of believing that all happens for a reason, I’ve been
seeking desperately to find the meaning in everything. This piece just tells us that
there are beautiful and ugly things in life. Some people will stick around, others
will leave. We’ll definitely make some bad decisions, and we will regret them,
and it is okay. We have to embrace this truth, live the bad days as passionately as
we live the good ones. We have to stop over thinking and over analysing. Those last
few words: ‘’Let flowers grow, bloom, rot; let beautiful be left.’’ make a really
inspirational and refreshing quote. If the poet allows, I’d like to use it as a
WhatsApp status. Well-written, and welcome back.
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Waning by Poet on the Piano (7 points)

This poem speaks to me on a personal level, being someone who suffers
from PTSD and depression due to living in a war-torn country for eight years.
How sad is that we need to hold guns and kill and terrorize and sacrifice our
own lives in order to belong somewhere? Humans are the most evil and
destructive and twisted species. How can we celebrate ‘’victory’’ where
blood has been shed?
‘’Worship uniforms,
consummate your position,
kiss the pledge,
follow the herd.’’
This part just says how much we’d been definitely deluded and brainwashed
to think in a certain way. I agree with one of the commenters; I’d like to hear
you reading this masterpiece out loud.
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Waning by Poet on the Piano (7 points)

Definitely a hard hitting poem which carries truth and anguish
along with it. I liked how you have penned this too and all I could see
is you speaking these words out with such force yet with much sentiments
tagged along with it...excellent write!
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Salt by The Prince (10 points)

I like the imagery you have painted and the write itself has this soothing
effect and at the same time something like an eluding mystery. I like the
choice of words and I’m still trying to link the title with the poem...interesting!
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Salt by The Prince (4 points)

This poem gave me an uneasy vibe. I don’t have a fear of water, and I swim a lot,
but picturing myself in the middle of a calm ocean with no land around always
makes me dizzy. I’m imagining the poet is grieving over someone who had been
sick and going through therapy, maybe? In their final days, their world became
cold and silent. The slow movement of waves indicates to a typical, calm life. And
even though this person was very loving and generous, something really disturbing
happened to them. I’m rambling here, and honestly, I don’t like to analyse poems
like this, because they’re much more fascinating when unexplained, and left to the
reader's imagination. Excellent work.

//HM’S//:
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... by Em 7+4=11

Pink Baby Blues by Courtney Hough 10

Whispers in the fall by Maher 4

November morning (haiku) by Jamie 4

When You Left by Meena Krish 4

The Pebbles by Bob Gallo 7

Vigil by Tony 7

//COMMENTS//:

.... by em (7 points)

Those who don’t love us will hurt us, but those who do will be able to
comfort us and melt all of the insecurities and shame we feel about
ourselves away with just a simple touch, or even a look. Short. Sweet.
Simple. And raw. Great job.

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.....by Em (4 points)

It felt like the heaviness which crunches your heart and
mind finally falls away from you or melts away when you
rest upon love’s arms...the ending sure did bring a smile..a touching
write yet I’m glad it ended with a happy note.
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Pink Baby Blues by Courtney Hough (10 points)

Courtney has written a beautifully honest piece, not only highlighting the
struggles of prenatal depression, but brutally real with something almost all
expecting parents feel: secretly, most parents hope for a baby of the same gender
as their own. This as a way of being able to feel like the best parent, able to guide
their child the right way through tumultuous emotional and bodily changes as
they’re growing up, ones that their partner (be it husband or wife) might not have
masterful knowledge of. Courtney is having a boy, which everyone will tell her is
beautiful and amazing and exciting, but she shares her innermost thoughts with us:
she’s scared, and she feels like a bad mom already for experiencing these common
thoughts. I do not have the solution for her fears or worries, but I have to say it is
very brave of her to share these layers of emotions with the world. Other mothers
out there might do well to read these words and know they are not alone; often, being
alone is the worst part of the battle. I do hope you are able to overcome these wars
in your head.
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Vigil by Tony (7 Points)

A perfect time to pay tribute to our troops as we have just celebrated a veteran’s
day and held ceremonies for the anniversary of those who served/died in WWI
(a commemoration of 100 years), “Vigil” is a great rhyming piece with a strong
flow whose sentiment is universal. In his poem we are brought to a candlelight vigil,
where we recognize the lives taken by war and given in servitude with the utmost
respect; particularly, Tony highlights the reasons why people joined and his
understanding that sometimes they never made it home to their wives, to their
children, or to their families. For some, that better life they joined for never actually
came to fruition; instead, they’ve provided us with the better lives we get to enjoy
every day. A great poem, thank you for sharing!

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When You Left by Meena Krish (4 Points)

I had never heard of an Eintou before I read this poem, even raising an
eyebrow a bit when reading the title for the first time. Kindly enough, Meena
included the syllabication scheme at the bottom of the poem. It is admirable
that someone is able to fit such a potent concept to such a rigid structure, but
Meena surely succeeded. Squeezing wisdom into a mere 32 syllables, just one
sentence, we truly feel the anguish of a relationship disintegrating over a “sharp
tongue”, as many do. The line “Grief entered my home when you left the door
open”, a portion of which is emboldened by the title itself, really spoke to me. I
have the mental image of that open door and the feelings of grief mentioned.
Though a mere sentence, this poem really does tell the reader a story, albeit
a sad one.

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November morning (haiku) by Jamie (4 points)

I do like a haiku, if I see one nominated I am a happy person. Then I
scrutinize the syllable count, is the final line a turn? Is it really a haiku and
not a senryu? Jamie ticked all the boxes. Love the word choice, loved the
subject and that last line is worthy of an HM on its own.
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The Pebbles by Bob Gallo (7 points)

I loved the erratic flow of this piece, almost as erratic as the subject. It almost
rhymes, it almost makes sense, there is almost a form to it. The tone is unusual.
Yet pieced together it works and is very clever. It gets you thinking. It had me
smiling and nodding. A clever write from Bob.
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Whispers in the fall by Maher (4points)

What an elegantly written piece. Flow and rhyme are on point, as is
imagery and emotion. Great work.

Congratulations to all the front page winners and HM's! Awesome writes all around. Meena, thank you for hosting and all the judges for your hard work and time.

Thank you so much for the incredibly humbling feedback and well done to the other poets. There was a lot of great writing this week! It’s always nice to share the front page with an awesome writer like Mary Anne too :).

Many more thanks to the judges and Meena, on a general level. Your comments and work on this website are vastly appreciated!

Whoever wanted to change their WhatsApp status, you’re welcome to haha! I charge royalties though ;)

Kidding obviously. Have a lovely day guys (and don’t forget to enter my contest) :P

Thank you Ranina for the nomination and thank you judge
for the vote and comment.

congrats all.

Well, a mighty big congrats to you, Danny! What a way to come back to PnQ, and thank you for the kind words :)

Thank you to the two judges for taking the time to read, vote and give your thoughts. Thank you also Meena for hosting. Congrats to all HMs!

Happy for the winners and HMs
Grateful to the judges for showering so much love on all of us.
Thanks to our hardworking Moderators and to all the beautiful members for their time to read, comment and obviously nomination.
Much love for pnq family..

S

Thanks to Meena the host, thank you Sunshine for nominating me. Thank to Meena again for other nomination. And a voluptuous thank to the judge and the use of oxymoron to complement my piece.
Being erratic in such positive context that was used, makes me feel that I at least am being innovative, in oppose to fallowing pasts mechanically.

Congrats to Prince (welcome back indeed) and to MA as well as the HMs. Thanks, judges and to Meena.