# We Need Your Votes!! in the Anthology Thread of the February 2012 SDMB Poetry Sweatshop!

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It is 9 PM EDT on Monday, March 12 - the February 2012 Poetry Sweatshop will close an hour from now. In the meantime, I will start posting the poems I’ve received thus far, and I’ll start the poll at 10 PM. As I write this, interested poets still have one hour to submit something.

Past poets (and I) have greatly appreciated people’s comments and feedback on the works presented here. I have one simple request - please wait one hour until the Sweatshop officially ends at 10 PM before posting anything else. That way, the first replies are all just the poems. After 10 PM - yes, please, we welcome your input!

I just want to emphasize the importance of voting - the poets are depending on you for an outside opinion of their work. The poll is by secret ballot, so no one need ever know how you voted. As we have done for the last few months, I will make this a multiple choice poll.

Please note that the poll is seeking your favourite poem - no special knowledge of poetry required. Whichever poems strike a chord with you, please give them your vote. And, though the choice will be difficult, please take the time to choose at least one poem.

I also want to mention that because of our working method, all of the following poems will be posted under my user name, which may lead people to think that I am trying to claim authorship. Only one of the following poems is mine - the authors’ names may be found in the spoiler boxes at the bottom of each reply.

The three words this month (randomly selected from my copy of the complete works of John Milton) are:

**Prophecy  
Give  
Wandering**

And so, allow me to present our poets’ work for this February…

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An oracle told me, “I give  
You only a few weeks to live”  
My life, since this prophecy  
Has been much less officey  
More wandering, more _joie de vivre_.

Appallinggael

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**Post date:** [March 13, 2012, 1:28am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/3 "2012-03-13T01:28:00Z")

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We with the gift of prophecy are given no honor.  
So I will give you what I gave to John Connor  
Close your eyes and keep your head down,  
no one will take you so don’t buy the gown.  
I told her you can’t be a good mother and be a bad wife,  
that wise hearths do not foment anger and strife.  
Has any one listened and has any one cared?  
The dark master approaches, don’t think you will be spared.  
Wandering minstrels now seem out of tune,  
It all seemed so easy that cold morning in June.  
My heart grew three sizes the day that we met  
in order to make room for the pain that I’d get.  
If not for contentment then why were we made?  
I don’t miss the tree but I do miss the shade.  
Never knew I was playing until I had lost,  
he numbers the days while I’m counting the cost.  
I am not like the others, I’m like crackers and jam.  
Doesn’t anyone here know how special I am?

puddleglum

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**Post date:** [March 13, 2012, 1:29am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/4 "2012-03-13T01:29:47Z")

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Not for me a quiet life of hearth and home!  
No, though I warned them I was not worthy  
of the burden they placed on my frail shoulders,  
it was decreed that I must take ship far away,  
leaving those fair shores, that ineffable light,  
and give my all to the cause of defeating the enemy:  
my time, my passion, my spirit, indeed my very life.

I had no gift of prophecy, no talent for battle then;  
what I acquired came to me only with difficulty.  
Neither king nor master was I, but rather a counsellor,  
wandering wherever I might, a sage, a friend in grey,  
kindling fires of hope and courage and resolution  
in those of great hearts and sinewy arms; and  
thus, through the lonely, hopeful strivings of long years,  
did I prepare the way for the dark foe’s downfall.

And while it was smaller hands which sealed his doom,  
I played my part, I think, and soon will return to the blessed West.  
Tired am I, weary to my bones; old, too old in body and spirit,  
though content to have done what I could to bring about  
this new golden age of which I have long dreamed,  
and for which I have long striven,  
but which I, alas, will see not.

Elendil’s Heir

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**Post date:** [March 13, 2012, 1:32am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/5 "2012-03-13T01:32:13Z")

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There was a prophecy foretold,  
Neither young or either old,  
That said the wandering man would give the world the sign.  
I have wandered at my will  
To find that man but still  
I wander aimlessy about and have no rhyme.

Lover, I beg you take my hand.  
I know it is no small demand  
That you help me find the way I cannot see.  
I am lost; no peace I find.  
What I take just dulls my mind  
And the cloudy haze no longer comforts me.

So I wander evermore  
Hoping each and every door  
Would but lead me to the one they say is here.  
Yet each time I make it through  
I find no other, save but you,  
Could you be the he? Please help to make it clear.

First I cry, then I demand  
But you only take my hand  
And lead me back to what I’ve always had and known.  
Now with sorrow I resign  
Nevermore to seek the sign;  
Instead to harvest all the wicked seeds I’ve sown.

melodyharmonius

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The woman at the counter notes my ravished face,  
Presents my change, eyes averted and touches my finger lightly,  
Sliding the ticket beneath the glass.  
Continuing, I exchange an untorn token  
For half of it back and a nervous glance.  
“Thank-you-theater-eighteen-to-the-left?”  
I keep moving so as not to spook the youth,  
High shouldered in ill fitting jacket,  
Indistinct as I am certain, timorous as I am brash.

New. Brimful as I am spent.

The concessions smell of entanglements:  
Bright sweet candies to set a hook in my soul;  
Rich greasy meats to reel me in, slathery buttered popcorns  
And cheese laden nachos to anchor my soul and stay my wandering;  
Cool gurgling liquids promising bouyancy,  
Providing a strong current toward the proper alignment,  
Directing my attention to the allowable passions  
And the acceptable interests for a consumer of entertainments.  
Smiling friendly faces to assure my comfort and inattention.  
I have not come here to be entertained.

The seat is stained but clean, my shoes do not stick to the floor.  
I sit alone in the first row, waiting for the credits to roll,  
The lights to rise and the crowd to thin.  
There is no message, no meaning I can take, no gift of knowledge.  
I have been denied, or I have failed again, and I cannot quit this life,  
Again. I must return.

I must wait for a clearer prophecy.

xenophon41

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dr valdez  
was my best and most  
treasured tutor.  
what would i have learned  
without his steady,  
fluid influence  
on my awareness?  
his was a phd  
in awake, and whenever  
i close my eyes  
to reminisce  
about what he was able  
to give me,  
the prof i see  
spread seeds of alertness  
like magic beans.

this was  
all i could give  
to juan during  
our collegian era:  
petty relics of morgana.  
her wand, her ring,  
i found in the commons  
beneath the dean’s window.  
it was  
a super office he  
had the gall to transmute,  
give the royal treatment  
and resplendent renovation.

the magic is mine,  
now, and the prophecy  
i give to the wandering  
soul of an adolescent:  
you will be fine.

Dr\_Doom

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Gathering in din and gloom,  
fire sparks illuminate quick  
faces. The wandering  
diviners assemble thoughts and  
reasonings to a heartfelt beat.  
Old stoners repeat the prophecy of  
a time when naysayers give way  
to a better day, a better way; comprehend a  
philosophy of Yes.

Becky 2844

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**Post date:** [March 13, 2012, 1:40am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/9 "2012-03-13T01:40:03Z")

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She was like a prophecy in flesh,  
Some darker omen given human form  
To curl about my spirit, to enmesh  
My very essence in the growing storm  
Of doom and portents dwelling in her eyes  
As sweet distractions beckoned from her thighs.

For like Cassandra, tearfully ignored,  
My eyes were blinded to the warning signs,  
My ears were deaf to sirens as the roared  
My fingers could not feel the dark designs  
She had for me, and wandering there on  
Her wicked curves, my lust became her pawn.

Such sweet oblivion upon her lips,  
So lightly flavored with the burning heat  
Of stars so hot, no form could dare eclipse  
Their raging fires, nor any shield could beat  
The great intensity of blows that rained  
Upon my soul with every darting touch  
Of her soft tongue, that leaves me weakened, drained,  
As putty in her soft but gripping clutch.

And like a prophecy ignored, she sowed  
Such chaos in her wake, and yet the truth  
Is that was nothing more than what was owed  
For basking in her wild, lustful youth.  
Aye, no lover left destroyed could claim  
They weren’t forewarned at what her kisses cost;  
But they ignored the signs, in passions name,  
And like a sirened sailor, they were lost  
To seas of deepest blue, her drowning eyes,  
Though wicked, never once gave life to lies.

Woeg

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This morning I invited the wind  
into my kitchen and the offer  
was accepted after curiosity  
overruled the etiquette  
of dust. I tell you, whole ghost

cultures bolted in defiance  
of tact: a simple prism hanging  
above the sink, which threatened  
to give offense by splitting the sun  
into prophecy, by means of welcome.

I searched the daylight  
for hours and believed I would  
recognize the wandering hazard  
when it cast its baleful cape  
around our genial cabal.

It is a riot out there now, a brawl  
of silica surging across my forbearance  
in challenge to the sun, to the crystal facets  
that color my walls with the sparkle  
of amity and then dissipate

before the obligation.

Koeeoaddi

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**Post date:** [March 13, 2012, 1:43am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/11 "2012-03-13T01:43:24Z")

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The snow falls like my thoughts  
uncollected  
unconnected  
uncorrected.

This day is like any other  
and yet, it has been  
fourteen hundred and fifty one days  
since the last leap year;  
the one where I can’t remember where I was,  
just like the one before,  
or the one before that, where  
I can’t remember where I was, but it was  
either Calgary  
or Victoria.

Am I Schrödinger’s cat?

Precipitation has its personality quirks -  
rain falls in a straight line,  
gives up like a resigned depressive.  
Hail is an anger management drop-out,  
and wants to take somebody with him when he goes.

Snow dances its descent,  
waltzes with the chimney smoke,  
an updraft here, a downdraft there.  
Even at ground level, its wandering  
fakes me out,  
deking at the last moment to hit me  
instead of my neighbour’s.  
A celestial pie in the face.

Snow reveals the shape of wind,  
the patterns of prophecy  
without direct meaning.  
Snow’s individuality is too  
subtle for us to see;  
it collects in a blanket  
like a magician’s handkerchief,  
concealing the earth’s workings until  
Hey, Presto!  
Spring.

Le Ministre de l’au-delà

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pleasant prophesies of  
peppy playmates  
labor saving  
flavor flaying  
super soldier  
building bolder  
mighty men  
that penmen pen

gives way today  
with much dismay  
as the dreamers dream  
is led astray

the possible made pragmatic  
when a personality automatic  
artificially from schematic  
is married to the man mechanic

yet marvel not  
for this cybernaut  
he is no dashing autobot

they left a chink  
in his interlink  
and now this drone is error prone  
drowned in drink and over think  
playing pervert with his heat sink

schizoid android  
perpetually paranoid  
always accessing the abyss  
wandering wayward towards the void

melancholy mental machinations  
scientifically unsound sensations  
routinely running infinite summations  
inevitably only finds cessation

of this toil, trouble, and terror  
when dividing by a zero error

what hope for our robotic neurotic?  
take a hint from his panoptic

open your eyes  
and realize  
we now need wise  
eliza

jackdavinci

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**Post date:** [March 13, 2012, 2:06am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/13 "2012-03-13T02:06:45Z")

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The poll is established. Now comes the fun part - reading, savouring and commenting on everyone’s work.

And, of course - voting!  
Enjoy!

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**Author:** ![jackdavinci](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/jackdavinci/32/3259_2.png) [@jackdavinci](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/jackdavinci)\
**Post date:** [March 13, 2012, 1:15pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/14 "2012-03-13T13:15:43Z")

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Some great poems here. I’ll comment more after there’s been more votes. I was amused by the serial use of “hearth” - had there been one or two more I might have wondered if it was a secret bonus word or something 😉

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**Author:** ![Woeg](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/w/df705f/32.png) [@Woeg](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Woeg)\
**Post date:** [March 13, 2012, 1:33pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/15 "2012-03-13T13:33:11Z")

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As usual, I am delighted by the talent of our SDMB poets - the following speak to me particularly:

**Olórin:** I didn’t need to click the spoiler box to know the author. Delightful, evocative, very neat. The good Professor would be pleased.

**Scrying in the Dark:** I love this one - there is, for me, an underlying tension here, a deeper feeling of paranoia and…well, I hesitate to say it because it sounds negative, but creepiness, that rather than being negative really works for the piece. Loved it!

**Leap Year:** Such whimsy and delight! Snow really is the most upbeat of precipitations, and this piece almost makes me homesick for Colorado. I haven’t seen a real snow storm in years.

**neurotic robotic:** Alliterative beat poetry, man - I dig it! Seriously, this has such a cool undertone, a rhythm about it that makes the entire piece flow so well that it is almost easy to miss the depressive undertone, of the inherent flaws in man and mandroid. Way cool.

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**Author:** ![Dr\_Doom](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/0ea827/32.png) [@Dr\_Doom](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Dr_Doom)\
**Post date:** [March 14, 2012, 7:38pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/16 "2012-03-14T19:38:38Z")

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Rhyming goodness abounds! I voted. Secretly.

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**Author:** ![xenophon41](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/xenophon41/32/253_2.png) [@xenophon41](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/xenophon41)\
**Post date:** [March 16, 2012, 5:26pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/17 "2012-03-16T17:26:30Z")

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Very cool entries this time!

I usually vote these things on first impressions, because the more I read each poem the harder it becomes to not vote for all of them.

**Untitled (An oracle told me…)** Succinct counsel. I like both the message and its delivery.

**Advice** Some good aphorisms here, and a pretty nice one-liner too.

**Olórin** As **Woeg** said, easy to tell whose poem this is. Very nice small-as-life reflection written from the point of view of a character commonly seen larger-than-life.

**Escape** This gets better every time I read it. I love that it elucidates absolutely nothing with such economy. Does the title refer to the signifier or the seeker? Are they the same? Was the sign missed or never given? Does meaning escape all of us or only me? And is that the point of the poem?

**Scrying in the Dark** A word change or two, a punctation fix here or there and this one might be OK.

**post-secondary brew** Refreshing. This poem is a steaming cup of get-on-with-your-bad-self, kid. Best served strong and early.

**Altered States** Far out! This is a groovy and hippielicious stanza. Let the sun shine in, man. Peace will guide the planets.

**Cassandra’s Tears** It’s really hard to sustain meter and rhyme while keeping not only the sense of the poem but of each line, and while making the poem a sheer pleasure to read aloud. In one hour. This is the type of thing that makes me want to be a better poet.

**Haboob** In Illinois this week, spring has come and it made me invite the wind into all of the rooms in the house. Our windows high in the living room have a prismatic privacy film that throws rainbows on our walls. It was easy for me to love this poem.

**Leap Year** This made me glad there was no leap year or snowfall or “seasonal change” theme to the workshop, or we’d all have been outflanked.

**neurotic robotic** I bet this one was as much fun to write as it is to read. Well done!

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**Author:** ![Woeg](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/w/df705f/32.png) [@Woeg](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Woeg)\
**Post date:** [March 16, 2012, 5:45pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/18 "2012-03-16T17:45:01Z")

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On rereading, I noticed something else I wanted to callout, in **Advice**. The following stanza:

_My heart grew three sizes the day that we met  
in order to make room for the pain that I’d get._

Is absolutely brilliant. I seriously felt a stab within my own chest of rueful understanding. Brilliantly worded.

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**Author:** ![Elendil\_s\_Heir](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/7cd45c/32.png) [@Elendil\_s\_Heir](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Elendil_s_Heir)\
**Post date:** [March 18, 2012, 5:55pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/19 "2012-03-18T17:55:00Z")

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Impressive crop o’ poems - good to read them all!

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**Author:** ![jackdavinci](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/jackdavinci/32/3259_2.png) [@jackdavinci](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/jackdavinci)\
**Post date:** [March 18, 2012, 6:49pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/we-need-your-votes-in-the-anthology-thread-of-the-february-2012-sdmb-poetry-sweatshop/615607/20 "2012-03-18T18:49:05Z")

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I particularly like Cassandra which was very writerly and Scrying which was very mysterious. I’m still wondering what it was about exactly though other than going to a movie.

Actually I think it’d be interesting to hear from all the poets what they were trying to express in their poems and see how that compares with the readers initial impressions.

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