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John
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Saturday, May 8, 2004
So one time I was bored and was viewing an profile of mine on an online "matchmaking service" (which I joined just for kicks). There are certain features that can be unlocked temporarily by registering for certain websites, one of them being Poetry.com. In order to register, one must write a poem (following certain guidelines, pretty much "no haikus") and submit it. Now, as I was just doing this to unlock one of the features, I barely was actually attempting to try. However, I did base it off something I wrote randomly in a school notebook once. That little excerpt was also based of a picture I randomly drew (but really liked).
I do not remember when I did that, but I received some mail today from Poetry.com claiming it to be an "Excellent poem," and they want my permission to publish it for something called Enternal Portraits. The following is a portion of the letter I received:
"Dear John,
After carefully reading and discussing your poem, our Selection Committee has certified your poem as a semi-finalist in our International Open Poetry Contest. Your poem will automatically be entered into the final competition held in May 2004. As a semi-finalist, you now have an excellent chance of winning one of the 104 cash or gift prizes--including the $1,000.00 Grand Prize. You may even win the $10,000.00 Annual Grand Prize! We wish you the best of luck as you compete for these prizes in the coming weeks (a complete list of prizes is enclosed).
And that's not all . . .
John . . . Imagine Your Poem Featured
on a Page by Itself in a Beautiful Coffee-table Edition!
In celebration of the unique talent that you have displayed, we also wish yo publish your poem on its own page in what promises to be one of the most highly regarded collections of poery we have ever publish . . ." |
o_O I would like to remind everyone at this point the I pulled that poem out of my ass, lol. I spent my time counting syllables and such, but that is it. It was completely improv otherwise. I think it would be the balls if I won something at that competition they mention, especially if it was money. I could use some of that right now.
I had to hold back hysterical laughter when I first read this (considering my 2-year-old neice was sleeping in the next room). I am simply shocked. I mean, I liked the poem when I finished it and all, but I imagine there are some who put a lot more effort into theirs.
That is generally my nature, though. At some point I just do something extremely well at random, whether it be graphics or whatever - poems in this case. So I think this is all pretty damn cool, lol. I am really interested in what their (or anybody's o_O) interpretation of it is.
Anyway, here is the poem for all of you to read. The first three lines are the original three that I used as a foundation to start it.
Cycle of the Absurd
© John Kendall
Now begins this walk of miles.
Along the path gleams those darkened smiles,
Mocking.
Mind of a child.
Eyes blinking mild.
Want to be wild.
Shocking.
Then ends that trek of ups, downs.
Around the maze fades those shimm'ring frowns,
Blocking. |
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