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DFC Winners!

There were four people who completed all 31 pieces for the 2014 DFC and thus I have decided to feature 4 of their favourite pieces in this custom box.

1. LaBruyere


Fleeing RedI run red lights without regret.
The road: a winding, dark roulette
And night sky falls on upraised arms.
Here I am, remotest stars,
And ends of earth is where you are.
I'm smothered in ten thousand charms.
The rushing wind hides warning; I
Will risk a glance and battle cry.
The road ends suddenly. Disarmed.
Hail FireOh fire, thou art destructive to thy core;
An elemental force reducing all
To elements original. Before
Thy blazing path must all who touch thee fall.
And yet thy flames do carry me and stir
A hope for dawn, a comfort for tonight,
Engulfed in spreading heat from head to toe.
Thou rest content behind thy grate, good sir;
A mighty force contained to shed thy light,
And grant thy gentle warmth as friend, not foe.

T.S. EliotI remain cold and wooden, blank and dull in the face of giants
And the crashing of planets, it stirs not a chill on my spine.
How long must storms rage, and the universe tremble before I live?
Forced to look on you,
I disturb the universe
With my pen at last.
HereafterI find such comfort in the way you see
Into the future, past and present now,
Here all at once, and still you let me be
As if you trust my strength. I will allow
That when I turned to you I made a vow
To give you all I am: my past, my all.
So here I stand on thresholds, feeling small
But ready at your mark to bypass fear
To take each day by storm, whate'er befall,
And make you everything this coming year.



2. Parsat


Ode to KoiA murky canvas stained with blue and green
Would hardly seem a medium for color,
Much less the glossy and metallic sheen
That brushstrokes of your motion painted fuller.
No haze of bending light nor algal murk
Could keep your white from pale, or red from crimson,
Your black from ink, or blue from azure sky;
Against the lilypads your colors perk
Up scenes of peace and quiet inner vision,
To see the charm a hue can underlie.
IndebtedWhen memories slide down my face in tears,
And faint realities might slowly seep
From mindwells I had never guessed were deep
And bottomless, I find I'm in arrears.
Your kindness shown was kindness stood alone,
And now you've flown, and live in distant spheres.
My eyes are closed, I'm drifting off to sleep
As memories slide down my face in tears.

TimestreamAre we cosmic brothers
in starlit seas afloat?
Destiny's grip smothers
another outcome's throat,
and leaves one survivor
without a pause to gloat
at the broken striver.
For all our thwarted dreams
(like a shallow diver)
a single hope now gleams:
Redemption might be real
in time, as joining streams
from other springs ideal
run their raging courses
and roar their great appeal.
From deceptively random sources
the riverbed is fixed by forces.
FallenWe fell, and there was none to pick us up,
Divided in the darkness, eyes obscured,
We thought this loneliness was but the cup
To drink alone and merely be endured.
         We fell without a friend to pick us up
         And ached for healing, that we could be cured.
She fell, and there was none to stand upon
When seared her conscience was, and bound in chains,
And I fell too, my strength completely gone,
For I could weep no more, nor soothe my pains.
         She fell, and fresh new battle lines were drawn,
         For loss had bloomed where once was glorious gains.
I fell, and though light shone I walked in shade,
My soul revolting at the thought of food.
With nowhere left to go, what kind of aid
Could I expect? What solace to conclude?
         I fell as hard as desperately I prayed
         For evil to be overcome by good.
You fell,



3. MagicalJoey


PopcornPopcorn
16-12-14
Popcorn pops
Kernels that get stuck ‘tween
Holey teeth with too much wisdom to
Grant, too little wisdom not to eat such sweet things,
And too far gone to even care enough.
It’s homemade, this treat. The
Popcorn sticks.
Ode to JamesOde to James
5-12-14
My darling boy, your momma says hello
And wonders if you do remember me.
My angel boy, ‘twas not my time to go
Though I tried to join you on your journey.
My little lad, you’re missed and you were loved,
And loved you still are though you’re far from here.
I see your face in children on the street,
And wonder why the loving God above
Chose that specific time to draw you near,
And leaving me a great wait ‘til we meet.
I dedicate this poem to you my boy,
For as of late you’ve been upon my heart.
I’ve got no doubt you are a little joy
Up there in Heaven, where we are apart.
I’m sorry for the person who I chose
To be your dad, for soon before he left
He chose to have you not there in his plans.
Forget him, my love for you daily grows
As being without you leaves me bereft
And longing just to hold your little hand.
I think of you throughout the brightest day,
I think of you throughout the darkest night.
Oh God why d

Faith Like MineFaith Like Mine
6-12-14
I am Your Caterfly, that’s me,
Taking up space, sharing glory.
Blind and wishing that I could see
Ways out of these chains, to be free.
Forgiven, yes, but what comes now?
I’m full of where’s and why’s and how’s.
I am Your Caterfly, that’s true,
Stumbling in faith, worshipping you.
Stuck and not knowing what to do;
My faith receded and doubt grew.
I play at Church each Sunday night
But when I’m home I cannot fight.
I am Your Catterfly, You know
Me inside and out, in Your glow
I’m supposed to live, to love, to go
Outside into the fields and grow
Disciples with a faith like iron,
But their faith comes out more like mine.
Battle of the BardBattle of the Bard
7-12-14
Come pick up your sword, your shield and your lance
And prepare to fight for yourself this day.
Take action, prepare, for now is your chance
To beat this foul monster in their own way.
And when he is beaten, we all will say...
...Praises, praises to the master of pen
And paper, Oh Yes, so Shall It Be Then.
All it takes is just but one single word
To get out, to get out, to live in me,
And then this word, being heard, being heard
For the first time, and all ears open wide
And the message of song whispers inside.
Call it a curse or call it what you must,
But it’s in my penned sword that you need trust.
Put trust in the ink that bleeds on the page,
As they put trust in ink that bleeds on theirs.
In this Bardic Battle I’ve come of age
In this Bard’s duel it’s said that I will fare
Better than those who will not their soul bare.
Only by putting your heart into verse
Can you win prizes and coins for your purse.



AND NEW ARRIVAL TO DFC!

4. tanafeyroyale


EponinePoor rose
Lost and alone
Life chose
Love lost
He’s out of reach
What cost
It’s death
Your life for his
Last breath

A Writer's WorkA writer’s work is never done
It’s a battle that is hard won
And through it can be truly fun
There are times we just want to run
But we always come back again
Because writing is our best friend
Pen to paper computers too
Makes no difference what we do
As long our intent gets through
On the pages that get to you
All of those books on the store shelves
Is the reflection of ourselves
That is why we write all day long
Be it poems, novels or songs
Cause there is no right or no wrong
Whether it’s King Lear or King Kong
Dickenson or Shelley, or Keats
Their works are quoted on the street
The Guilty VampireThe lone vampire hunts in the night
Craving the woman he will bite
A woman that does not know fear
Or that death is wandering so near
She keeps walking on, not knowing things are so dire
Or that she is in the sights of the lone vampire
He will take her and make her his
Cruel perhaps, but that’s how it is
He’ll take her life with his dark kiss
And she will give into the bliss
He craves human blood, the taste is like sweet liquor
And once she falls into his trap he will take her
One more lost life that he’s taken
He wonders why no one’s staked him
For the list of crimes on his head
The countless masses he’s made bled
Sometimes the guilt cuts deep, like the blade of a knife
He holds the woman’s body close, one more lost life



Well done to the four of you. Beautiful writing and perseverance.

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Congratulations to all who entered our FFF 2015 contest. It was a resounding success.

The results are as follows:


:bulletpurple: The Mirror Sestet

1st: HuntingForHappiness with ControlGrind your teeth and clear your tattered mind.
Mind your business; get back to the grind.
Project indifference, don't be the reject;
reject the notion that you're our project.
Hear the whispers, but have no fear–
fear the things you do not hear.

2nd: MagicalJoey with Can I Love?Can I love?
3-2-15
Care for me, love me, I want to know that you are there,
There with romantic gestures, holding my hand, showing you care.
Miss me when I’m gone, complete me when we kiss:
Kiss me deeply, strongly, make me miss
You when you scamper off, as what needs doing you must do.
Do what you need to do, but be at rest ‘cos I will miss you.
I want to know your love, want to see it in your eyes,
Eyes so full of romantic ideas and plans for you and I.
Cling me close least I drown in earth’s lonely ring.
Ring in a new day for us, a new romance on which to cling
To with my heart dying for company with you.
You, my love, it’s you I love and want to cling to.
Scared of being alone forever, scared of only liking you, my boo bear
Bear with me in my fears and I will take upon my heart all of which you’re scared;
That’s what friends do, and friends can turn ‘like’ into ‘love’ with the turn of a hat,
Hat tricks aside,

3rd: classic-poet with BlissWho knew things would turn out this way? I've always had an inkling, but no, not you.
You and your reckless thoughts and your ruthless words, spat and screamed out to the world, directed to who...
I never really know. Is it me, is it her, is it him or is it them- and then you ask, "Why"?
Why, oh, why, does the world treat you so? But I can never really answer you - how could I?
This world hardly ever treats us right. So, tell me, just what is bliss?
Bliss? A blessing from Heaven? A blessing from the world? A warning to tell us, "I'm sorry, but you know what's coming after this."



:bulletpurple: The Rime Royale/ Rhyme Royal

1st: Parsat with Great-GrandfatherI never knew the man whose book I held,
Those pages filled up with his tidy scrawl
And steady characters. The hand that held
The pen and wrote as deep as he was tall
Lives on, beyond the passing time and pall
Of death that he bore witness as a youth
In wartorn times, both pierced by loss and truth.
They tell me that his gift, which lived in lines,
Was now in me, three generations passed.
Alas, would that I match his skilled designs
Not forged by intellect, but heartaches past!
And yet I sense his anguish did not last;
His hope could not be contained in pages,
But looked beyond for joy in coming ages.

2nd: MagicalJoey with Don't Use Me PleaseDon’t Use Me Please
3-2-15
What strength one holds within a simple gift
To another? Can the gift of a heart
Given freely mend all the broken rifts?
Is it likely that this gift is the start
Of something new? Things that should never part.
Oh I so wish it were but that simple
To mend rifts with hearts that are like thimbles.
Love me, please love, don’t make me beg again
For I cannot be alone anymore
In this world filled with lovelessness and pain.
I’m scared to die alone, that’s what’s in store
For one like me, whose had her love all poured
Out to the breaker and the abuser;
The one who cannot love but can use her.
I live to find a love that mirrors mine,
One that would show love in simple gestures
Like a cup of tea and love note, so kind,
But with more meaning than bolder measures.
Love comes in other forms, other fixtures,
But once a romantic falls they fall flat
And hard; walls break – can you imagine that?
Love me, that is my cry, my

3rd: johnthesavage8 with WoodlotIn the holy season of December
To the suburbs to buy a Christmas tree.
The sky was steel-gray, a covered ember
Waiting to flare up and shake itself free.
A day like that brings out the life in me.
I grinned, hands in my pockets, and looked hard
At every tree that leaned up in that yard.
I tapped one on the shoulder as a friend;
A pagan tree to bring back home to hearth,
A fellow traveler in this strange land,
A fragment of the holy barren earth
Naked in the time of death and rebirth.
Not quite majestic, but a Christmas tree -
Weedy suburban wood, a thing like me.



:bulletpurple: The Symbi

1st: :devfangirl-45; with MurderSufferer is dead.
Wrists dripping bright red.
Torture gave him the lungs.
Highbloods laugh at screams.
No chance for his dreams.
His love is speaking in tongues.

2nd: Arthisa with au pont mirabeauI look down the bridge
bent over the edge
at the water so pretty
the water so tame
tranquil and aflame
with the lights of the city

3rd: MagicalJoey with Small LumpSmall Lump
5-2-15
A small lump was found,
Turns lives around,
In six months you must go back.
Why six? Why not two?
What else can you do?
Here you can’t afford to slack.



:bulletpurple: The Inverted Refrain

1st: Parsat with MysteryOn rushing thermals hidden from the eye
The eagle soars, and who could know its way?
In circling, swooping, or in gliding high,
Its sojourn stretches on throughout the day.
A mystery too deep to fully say:
The way an eagle flies up in the sky.
In crags too cavernous to truly map
By anything except the rattlesnake,
It sidewinds til it finds a proper gap
To slither in, and gives its tail a shake.
The way a snake crawls on a rock, perhaps,
Is quite the mystery too hard to break.
As waves rock past, and breezes high up blow,
Its creaking timbers amble towards the shore.
And borne by currents in their unseen flow,
The wanderlust of mankind can explore
The mystery. I cannot claim to know
The way of ships on sea, by sail and oar.
Is it in sparkling eyes that melt the heart
Or grace in words that paint her fair in fair?
Regardless how a romance finds its start
Or end, the way two souls unite to share,
The way of men and maidens, how they fare
In love or hate is mystery in art.

2nd: MagicalJoey with To FriendsTo Friends
6-2-15
I speak to the friend who found the lump there,
How terrible it must be to wait for six
Before finding out what you need to bear:
Has it grown? Must it be nixed?
     Go in six, with prayer and thought, and down at them stare
     For ‘twas their idea to make it so when two would have it fixed.
To the friend revelling in newfound love and joy,
Oh how wonderful it is to find your “to be”
Upon these rocky times. Girl met boy
And it didn’t take long for love to seed.
     Go, my friend, though life be coy,
     Go and treat her out of want and need.
Oh, teacher darling, I trust you so
To teach me what you would.
I trust that as deeper into poetry we go
I will learn things that I should.
     Come into my world of noes,
     Enlighten them with new talk of yeses and coulds.
To the one with whole worlds resting upon her shoulders,
They are not you

3rd: Fangirl-45 with AuspisticismRose doesn't edit her drunken text
Sent to a lover with green cheeks
Describing what she would do next
When next they would meet.
    Miss Lalonde sends a sext
    Then gets so dizzy she must weep.
Miss Pyrope used to hang criminals
And read from law books.
Now she dulls her senses with chemicals
Gotten by dating crooks.
    Terezi can't help it, she trembles
    And can't stand to see everyone's looks.
Gamzee Makara constantly requires pale or ashen
Since he stopped eating pies.
Insanity, withdrawal from drugs, violence,
When he used to be so nice.
    He kills if left alone, my good men,
    Don't believe his lies.
Gamzee and Terezi were bad for each other
So Rose sobered up and stepped in
She stopped the hurt, healed over and over
And kept things peaceful between the two grey-skins.
    She taught them how to live with one another
    And got them to forgive every sin.



:bulletpurple: The Pentelloum

1st: Parsat with My Heart, Your HomeIn the weary stillness of my home
I thought of you, and found such solace
Within your every prayer. My heart could roam,
My mind could wander where a promise
Bloomed on stormy waves like ocean foam.
I thought of you, and found such solace
Sweetly, how you soothed my suffering!
My mind could wander where a promise
Waits to make my life an offering,
With winter's clutches weak and clawless.
Sweetly, how you soothed my suffering
Bloomed on stormy waves like ocean foam!
I wait to make my life an offering
In the weary stillness of my home
To thank you for your heartfelt comforting.

2nd: MagicalJoey with Marching With PrideMarching With Pride
6-2-15
Hey you with that placard standing over there,
Promoting death and destruction for all who are gay.
Do you really think a father with arms open to hug like a bear
Would kill someone because of how that someone was made?
Yes, I march with them. Why do you stare?
Prompting death and destruction to all who are gay
Is like bringing hell’s wrath upon those with brown hair.
Would you kill someone because of how that someone was made?
I wouldn’t, it’s stupid and certainly not fair.
So come one and come all – it’s time hatred was stayed.
It’s like bring hell’s wrath upon those with brown hair.
Yes, I march with them. Why do you stare?
I wouldn’t, it’s stupid and certainly not fair.
Hey you with that placard standing over there,
We march for freedom, for unity and for you...cos we care.

3rd: LaBruyere with Written in the Color of My LoveBlackest ink, the color of my love,
Has carved the snowy footsteps in the night;
Compelled to venture where the land grows rough
And wrapped in breathlessness like candlelight,
Composing notes you may find good enough.
Be carved in snowy footsteps of the night
And melting snow. With ink as warm as blood,
Come wrapped in breathlessness like candlelight.
I am in search of truth in cedarwood;
A wanderer enamored of the right.
Melted snow with ink as warm as blood.
Composing notes you may find good enough,
I am in search of truth in cedarwood.
Blackest ink, the color of my love:
I write and yet remain misunderstood.



For simplification, the prizes are as follows:


Parsat - 6 month sub + 200 points + extra 3 month sub for being awesome.
MagicalJoey - 2 x 3 month subs + 300 points + 100 extra awesome points.
Fangirl-45 - 6 month sub +100 points
HuntingForHappiness - 6 month sub
Arthisa - 3 month sub
classic-poet - 100 points
JohnTheSavage - 100 points
LaBruyere - 100 points


You guys are amazing :D :heart: Love to all of you! Your prizes are coming next week when I get paid. :highfive:


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AAA is back to dA :D. Amazing Alphabetic April celebrates the tortuous alphabetic pieces that inspire and kill us. They help to broaden our minds and tear them to shreds. We have 3 forms again this year: The Abcedarian, Alphabrachic Verse, the Absammydarian and the Abcadab. The only requirements for this challenge are to try at least one. No prizes will be awarded but I hope you have fun tackling these interesting forms. I know I will :D.


The Abcedarian

The Abcedarian is an alphabetic poem which features lines or words
with successive letters of the alphabet. You can use just words or you
can choose to start lines with the subsequent letters.

DFC - Day 1: AbcedarianConfinement
alone, barring candles dwelling,
each flame getting heated.
immature joking kisses leaves
many nameless older people
quickly rummaging sacks,
though under vicissitudes,
wandering Xander yells "zoom!"


Alphabrachic Verse

This form was created by DragonsChest. It consists of 8 stanzas which have 4 lines each, and an ending couplet. The tricky part is that the first letter of the first word in the poem has to begin with (A). The last word in the second line must start with (B).
The first word in the third line must begin with (C). The last word of the stanza must begin with a (D). The first word of the next stanza must always begin with the last letter used in the sequence (D), with the ending word of line 2 beginning with a (E).
This formula must be followed throughout until you arrive at the ending couplet. If you followed the sequence correctly the couplet will begin with a word with the letter (Y) and the last word in the couplet will begin with a (Z).

Aword.....
.........Bword
Cword......
..........Dword

Dword....
.......Eword

etc...

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and last but not least.... Absammydarian

This is a form I created based on the idea of the Abcedarian. The lines go:

Aword.... Bword
Cword.... Dword

etc.

Always LurkingAlways lurking just behind
Corners of a mind deprived -
Every waking thought's a field
Giving way to scars fresh-healed.
Intercepting fragile jests,
Kid myself that you mean less -
Meaning's hard to find this night;
Only you can end my plight.
Questioning each thought to rise
Simply makes it hard to try
Understanding every vice,
Words I need to exorcise -
You're a twisting, whirling feather; effervescent dreams, a zephyr.


The example is rhyming. Rhyme isn't needed but is an added bonus.

:new: The Abcadab :new:

deinktvis just created a new alphabetic form called the abcadab.

This tutorial will show you how it's done.

abcadab tutorialthe abcadab is a form i devised while playing with alphabetic poetry forms. the syllable structure of this form is based on a form i derived called median.
the rundown:
     -rhyming is not mandatory, but is allowed.
     -the form consists of 6 quatrains and a concluding couplet.
     -the quatrains have a syllable-per-line count of 3/5/5/3
     -the couplet has a syllable-per-line count of 3/5
     -the first word of the first stanza must start with a word beginning in the letter 'a',
      and the last word in the second line must begin with the letter 'b'... this 2 line
      pattern progresses through the alphabet so that the concluding couplet's first word
      begins with the letter 'y' and it's last word begins with the letter 'z'.
in the following tem


An example is:

3 birds with one poemaspersions
tasting of rank bile;
caustic flasks of fear
decanted.
entropic,
sightless filaments
growing and choking
heedlessly.
instantly
the truth is jaundiced,
kind words now at best
lecherous.
meaningless,
fevered negations
only melt into
perfidy.
quarrelsome
misgivings rampage,
salvaging naught from
tragedy.
undoing
these shared volitions;
willing this sea to
xerotes.
you have made
our total zero.



Rules and Starting/Finishing Times

:bulletred: You can write however many you want. It isn't a contest.

:bulletred: Each piece written for this must link back to this journal and say what form is being used.

:bulletred: We will be collecting all entries. Please note us your entry to be included.

:bulletgreen: This challenge runs from now until the 1st of May 12.00am GMT.

ENJOY! :dance:
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Parsat Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2014   Writer
Crack that DFC 2014 folder open for submissions!
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2014   Writer
Done :D
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IrrevocableFate Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2014   Writer
Should be open for submissions now! :D
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Blacksand459 Featured By Owner May 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi! I just sent you a note with my May Mixup contest submission. Good luck to everyone! :)
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner May 30, 2014   Writer
Awesome, thanks :)
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You're most welcome! :)
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CelestialMemories Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I had so much fun with DFC this year :)
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2014   Writer
And we loved having you :huggle:
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:icondeyedplz:
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Or rather...last year! :giggle:
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