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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

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
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
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
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.


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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A :clap: of acclamation for all of those who participated in DFC last year. The four who completed it fully are tanafeyroyale who is a new member with us, MagicalJoey, Parsat and LaBruyere. Your work was astounding and I'm glad I was able to help you realise these pieces by giving you a platform. Please check out these four artists and their favourite four pieces of DFC to the left of this blog entry.

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February Form Fiesta has really become a tradition. While DFC has been going since 2008, February Form Fiesta has only existed since 2009. It, with a lot of our other challenges, have become a fixture in this group and I am really excited to introduce the forms which will make up this year's contest.

These forms are:

:bulletred: The Mirror Sestet

The Mirror Sestet was created by Shelley A. Cephas. It comprises of one or more 6-line
stanzas. The guidelines are as follows:

Line 1: First word and last word rhyme.
Line 2: First word = last word of Line 1. Last word = first word of Line 1.
Line 3: First word and last word rhyme.
Line 4: First word = last word of Line 3. Last word = first word of Line 3.
Line 5: First word and last word rhyme.
Line 6: First word = last word of Line 5. Last word = first word of Line 5.

This can also be done without rhyme so ignoring all rhyme on odd numbered lines.

Example:   DFC 2014 10: NGC 5195Abide with me where galaxies collide,
collide with mammoth force as stars abide
bright as a pulse of inundating light.
Light that erupts to make the whole sky bright.
Crash and explode, we watch as as they smash;
smash into fractals when you and I crash.
and EucharistRed the wine they shared and blood he shed,
Shed like pieces of my heart stained red,
Living by his grace, his hand forgiving,
Forgiving all the wayward ways I'm living.
Bread and wine as blood and body dead,
Dead to living by my self-won bread.

Entries thus far:
CapstoneBuilt with power by the living stones,
Stones with which His temple's strongly built.
Rejected once as worthless to the worldly,
Worldly standards now by God rejected.
Crowned with glory, Christ the capstone stands,
Stands atop the stones He newly crowned.
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."
Can I Love?Can I love?
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,
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.
That Poor GardenOne and two, the royals who are mean,
Mean the world to the dandelion-headed one.
Purple insults the rose for its thorns, and pink plucks it, saving it only to doom it.
It is a shame, how the sunflower grows tall but cannot earn the respect of the purple.
Pink tries her best to rescue, tries to be heroic,
Heroic stands won't stop the cruel from picking on the pink.

:bulletred: Rime Royal/ Rhyme Royale

The rhyme royal or rime royale is an old English form popularized
by Geoffrey Chaucer. It features one or more 7-line stanzas, each 10
syllables long. The rhyme scheme is: ababbcc

Examples:   Scale Splotched (DFC 2014)In curling branches, frayed red ribbon blows;
splotchy scales in dark pond slip out of sight.
In night-painted sky, only the moon knows
owls watch, hooting calls--fish in soft light.
Twitching long feathers, they fall one by one;
snatching quick breakfast, owls on the run.
Red ribbon above pond, empty in sun.

Entries so far:
Don't Use Me PleaseDon’t Use Me Please
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
It Could Be A Candle InsteadHatred is a flame, sets people ablaze,
But for me, it brings warmth throughout my soul,
Some people get trapped, stuck inside a maze,
Some people get buried deep in a hole,
My fire is small, under my control,
Loving everything is impossible,
Saying you can is simple denial.
EnamouredIt had been a long while since I last saw
The moon lighting the sky up with glamour.
Splattered blots - frosty clouds waiting to thaw,
Bright stars winking in the sky like a stammer,
Fading, glowing… I was soon enamoured.
But the cool wind was pulling me away,
Warning me softly that I could not stay.

:bulletred: Symbi

The Symbi is a form that combines Western and Eastern
influences to create an engaging set of messages. It is a sixline
stanza with the syllabic count 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7 with the
bolded lines (Lines 1, 3 and 5) being either a haiku, senryu or
katauta. You can write this in italics to emphasise it.

The rhyme scheme is aabccb.

Example:    Contemplating the Futurelaid to final rest
past the foregone crest
never again to draw breath
ever consuming
the future looming
there is a life beyond death
and RegenerationThey are hard to slay
Men of Gallifry
Time Lords able to come back
Twelve times duration
But this his companions lack

Entries so far:
This Nagging Unrestrestless in the night
though black fills my sight
and sleepless during the day
though wearied within
wounds from closest kin
burn deeper than I might say
Small LumpSmall Lump
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.
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
SummerCold chills come at night
With shining moonlight
While dawn brings the morning song
And the burning heat
The cue to retreat
Knowing well where I belong

:bulletred:   The Inverted Refrain

The inverted refrain is, by no surprise, another invention by Jan Turner. This one features a paradelle like ending to each stanza. There are four 6-line stanzas with no specific meter.
The first four lines of each stanza rhyme like abab and the last two lines summarise the content of the four lines before them and they can be either ab or ba depending on your preference. So it can be ababab or ababba with obviously 3 more stanzas afterwards. The last two lines are tabbed for emphasis.

Examples:   Doth Cometh WhenceDoth Cometh Whence
Why doth the vampire feast at night,
When moon is out and stars are up?
From whence cometh his fear of morning light?
Why doth he only in darkness sup?
     Truth be told, he’d get a fright
     And burn in light from yonder blup.
Why doth the vampire speak so strange,
With vowels long and hisses so?
From whence cometh these sounds so deranged
That awakens snakes from hibernation’s glow?
     Truth be told its in the weakening of the age
     That sounds so sinister do go.
Why doth the vampire drink nought but blood,
Why not cola, or cool-aid still?
From when cometh this taste for human mud
And this wont to bend us to their will?
     Truth be told he’d be a vampire dud
     If he no longer felt blood’s chill.
Why doth the vampire look so pale,
So deathly white, not at all peachy pink?
From when cometh his looks within the vale?
and Old WinterWhen comes the old man winter in,
Comports himself like king and crown
There's naught to do but let him win
For bones have no defense deep down
    We might as well just let him win;
    There's no resisting king and crown.
Perhaps the host can bid him sit
Beside the logs in fireplace
Make him comfortable--to wit
Warm him through from foot to face.
    Perhaps he's happy just to sit
    If we warm him foot to face.
Perhaps his frosted hands will rest
And icy breath turn into steam
His head could lay upon his chest
And be enticed mayhap to dream.
    If we could merely bid him rest
    Perhaps his ice will turn to dreams.
And there, maybe, by fire's glow
He'll sleep until the winter's gone
Mild and warm, convinced to go,
And let the spring come early on.
    Oh let him mellow, let him go,
    And usher spring in, early on.

Entries so far:
To FriendsTo Friends
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

:bulletred:   Pentelloum

The pentelloum was devised by deinktvis and it is a combination of the
villanelle and the pantoum. Any meter or syllabic count is fine, just be consistent
throughout the piece. It features at least two 5-line stanzas with refrains and a strict
rhyme scheme. The first and last lines of the first stanza invert and are used in the last
stanza. The template below is a three stanza template.

A1, B1, A2, B2, A3 | B1, C1, B2, C2, B3 | C1, A3, C2, A1, C3

Examples:   EveningThe capillary rasp of tongues,
I know nothing but chattering
As warm air trades its place with young;
A shiver starts resurfacing
Within the walls of little lungs.
I know nothing but chattering,
Wintery gust I taste your braid;
A shiver starts resurfacing
As degrees fall in centigrade,
The weaving wind is circling.
Wintery gust I taste your braid
Within the walls of little lungs,
As degrees fall in centigrade
The capillary rasp of tongues
Will end all things that I have said.
and   You EndedYou Ended
The other day I played a ‘game’,
To try and keep you out of mind.
But once again it was the same;
That’s being emotionally blind.
All I have is you in frame.
To try and keep you out of mind,
When I think of you each day,
That’s being emotionally blind
For you will never go away.
If only God would be so kind.
When I think of you each day,
All I have is you in frame,
For you will never go away;
The other day I played a ‘game’
And tried to forget, as is my way.

Entries so far:
Marching With PrideMarching With Pride
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.
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.
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.

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:bulletblue: You can only enter one piece into each form. This means you can enter up to 5 pieces.
:bulletblue: The piece(s) must be new, original and in English.
:bulletblue: You must either note this group or kiwi-damnation with your entry for it to be counted.
:bulletblue: All entries must be submitted by March 7th  12.00am GMT.
:bulletblue: Have fun!

:new: PRIZES :new:

:eager: Each first place winner will receive a   6 month subscription!

:eager: Each second place winner will receive a 3 month subscription!

:eager: Each third place winner will receive 100 points.

If there are not more than 3 entries in a form category, the entrants will each receive 100 points.

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Parsat Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2014   Writer
Crack that DFC 2014 folder open for submissions!
kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2014   Writer
Done :D
IrrevocableFate Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2014   Writer
Should be open for submissions now! :D
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! :)
kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner May 30, 2014   Writer
Awesome, thanks :)
Blacksand459 Featured By Owner May 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're most welcome! :)
CelestialMemories Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I had so much fun with DFC this year :)
kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2014   Writer
And we loved having you :huggle:
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CelestialMemories Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Or rather...last year! :giggle:
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