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Post by rd on Jun 2, 2008 23:53:09 GMT -5
Our bon-diggety member Lord Victorino has come up with a brilliant idea for a KP POETRY contest! I'm LOVIN' this idea! Now that a lot of members are out of school, or just ending a semester into break time, let's do it! The rules are pretty simple, I guess. Open prose, Limericks, Haiku, just about any kind of poetry will do. Keep it clean, tho... Just PM me with your entry, and put POETRY CONTEST - YOUR SCREEN NAME in the subject line. Entries are open until... well, 'til I say so. ;D EDIT: Entries will be accepted up to MIDNIGHT JULY 4th, 2008.So, get busy and get to writing! You can pour out feelings, angst, happiness, and even love in this contest. No entry will be overlooked! Results will be posted and judged by YOU guys! The top 3 prizes will be a COLORED personal title under your Avatar, regardless of post count or time as member of RS! These are highly prized by members of RS, Gang, so get to PROSING! WOOOOOT! ;D ;D ;D HAVE FUN WITH THIS! RD
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Post by Firelady Nemo on Jun 3, 2008 12:02:06 GMT -5
So.. it has to be kp-related? i think i can do that...
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Post by dimaggiofan on Jun 3, 2008 12:09:27 GMT -5
omg. something i will be ACTUALLY good at! srsly, i suck at everything else.
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Post by rd on Jun 3, 2008 12:44:06 GMT -5
It would be very cool if it was KP related, Nemo.
Not necessary IMO, but it might make points that way.
Main thing is, have fun!
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Post by Guru Mandi (will return) on Jun 6, 2008 16:14:06 GMT -5
*screams*
YESSSSS1! FINALLY!
*gets writing*
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Post by The Nine Tailed Smiley on Jun 7, 2008 12:01:57 GMT -5
So,it has to be kp-related?
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Post by rd on Jun 7, 2008 22:17:38 GMT -5
It would be very cool if it was KP related, Nemo. Not necessary IMO, but it might make points that way. Main thing is, have fun!
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Post by drakkensgurl on Jun 8, 2008 14:57:50 GMT -5
Does it matter how long it has to be?
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Post by rd on Jun 8, 2008 18:57:46 GMT -5
Not at all. Short prose, epic length, anything in between is great.
Well, here we go... going to start off this contest with 2 wonderful pieces of prose done by the members known to us as JAKT, who I just learned is a father-daughter team that contributes and posts as 1 entity.
First, I give you Dad's offering...
Water Rising by ja of jakt
Had to find some higher ground Had some fear to get around. You can’t say what you don’t know Later on, won’t work for me no more.
So many times I’ve showed what lacked So well I almost missed your back. Yeah, your way is hard to find You going one on one with Shego Always blows my mind.
Square One, my slate is clear KP And you can count on me. It took a world in trouble. It took a world to save. It took a long time for that first kiss But in the end you believed in me.
I’ve tried so hard to stand alone Struggled to see past my nose. You’ve showed me I can do ‘anything’ But I could never wear your mission clothes.
It’s a victory of sorts I’ve won and lost and found. I’ve finally embraced my Ronness Whenever you’re around.
Square One, my slate is clear KP And you can count on me. It took a world in trouble. It took a world to save. It took a long time for that first kiss But in the end you believed in me.
WOW! I can't thank you enough for this, JA! Proof of your being a true-blue KP fan!
KT of JAKT fame is next, ladies and gentlemen...
Love in those Dark Brown Pools by kt of jakt
What can I say, what can I do, When I see your eyes? They trap me with their brown darkness And I'm caught by surprise.
I always want to see in them How much you care for me To see the times I’ve won your heart and whisper ‘Booyah’ for times yet to be.
I want you to be happy, Ron That's all I want for you And when you're happy in my arms I’ll say…
‘I love you.’
BOO-YAH!
Gang, I hope that these prove to start an avalanche of poems coming in!
I look forward to this! Grab your pens and let the love flow!
*'scuse me while I go grab a tissue... sniff*
More coming up!
Grandpa
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Post by rd on Jun 8, 2008 19:02:44 GMT -5
We have another entry, Gang! I give you our own... Drakkens' Girlfriend! YAAAAY! Where She Thrives
By Drakkens' Girlfriend
When I first saw KP, it was the best thing, Nothing could beat her, not even sharp razors.
'Til one day, it was too late, and she had to graduate, From Senior to College years, it started our KP-memory tears.
But we remember she saved our lives, and in our hearts is where she thrives.In our hearts indeed, DG! Thank You for this beauteous work! Grandpa RD
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Post by rd on Jun 8, 2008 19:27:07 GMT -5
And so the poems begin to come in... Next, we have our own Luvsvelma! Enjoy! ;D ;D ;D [glow=red,2,300]Kim Possible is cool By: luvsvelma Kim Possible is Unstoppable She is dating Ron Stoppable They are awesome Better then Blossom Kim is a cheerleader Kim is also a leader Ron is a mascot He doesn’t wear an ascot Rufus is a mole rat He isn’t scared of cats Kim, Ron and Rufus make a good team They make me do a happy scream[/glow] Thank YOU, too, Luvsvelma. Beautiful work! Grandpa
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Post by captainkodak1 on Jun 9, 2008 10:07:49 GMT -5
Hmmmmm,
I think I'll give this a try.
RD, drop me a line when you can. Tried to get you a couple of times but no such luck.
The Captain
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Ran Hakubi
Pink Sloth
2008 Poetry Contest Participant!
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Post by Ran Hakubi on Jun 10, 2008 9:19:23 GMT -5
Quick question. Would a KParody of a poem be okay? Because that's sorta my thing.
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Post by rd on Jun 10, 2008 9:26:28 GMT -5
Anything goes, Ran.
Just keep it clean, LOL!
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Post by captainkodak1 on Jun 10, 2008 14:55:07 GMT -5
Here is one of my entries. In the darkest of night, in the brightness of day, In the deepest forest, in the largest city, In the scorching desert to the freezing arctic, There is nowhere evil can hide, Two souls, one heart, Two minds, one commitment, Each a part of the other, Two together as one, Team Possible
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Post by CJS: The Last Fender Bender on Jun 10, 2008 19:10:21 GMT -5
Love Lost
It's confusing How you can care and not care for someone At the same time
And yet That's how it is My feelings toward you
The past was as great as it ever could be No denying that But all it takes is one thing
All it takes is one thing One thing To destroy something so wonderful
Now the love that was once so strong So eternal Is now corroded into a puddle of bile and hate
I wish you the best I wish to not hear from you again I wish I had enjoyed the good times more
The future is hard to see When one is young and naive And that is what I was
I was a fool in love And I am not without fault We both made promises we couldn't keep
Now the time has come To let go of you And to not dwell on such malicious thoughts
Remember the good Forget the bad And remember how much we meant to one another
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Post by rd on Jun 11, 2008 16:56:06 GMT -5
Tears flow for more reasons than one over this, Chris!
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kaiokken
Pink Sloth
2008 Poetry Contest Participant
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Post by kaiokken on Jun 11, 2008 21:11:45 GMT -5
kaiokken here... just giving this a shot
"Without you KP"
A naco just isn’t a naco if you’re not here to share it with me Without you by my side it wouldn’t be even worth watching TV
My scooter‘s no fun without you riding with me wherever I go It then is just a piece of junk… crappy and slow
Camp Wannaweep would be fun… Shego beating me up would be pleasure in pain Compared to if someone said I’d never be able to see you again
I know it all sounds so awkweird… but it’s all so true My life would fail like Drakken’s plans without you
Without you, a booyah would be lame, my bon diggety would fail What little bravery I had fighting villains would turn tail
My words would have no meaning… my heart would shatter I’d be like last year’s clothing line at club banana
If they said one day I couldn’t be by your side, hold you, kiss you or look you in each beautiful emerald eye, I’d rather just lay there and die
Cause I just could never ever be Ron Stoppable If my life and side isn’t filled with Kim Possible.
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Post by Cody MacArthur Fett on Jun 11, 2008 22:40:19 GMT -5
Wow, stiff competition, but OK, I'll give it a go. I'm going to have a devil of a time getting my muse back though.
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Ran Hakubi
Pink Sloth
2008 Poetry Contest Participant!
Posts: 19
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Post by Ran Hakubi on Jun 12, 2008 1:19:34 GMT -5
Well, here is my entry.
The reason I asked if parodies were okay, is because this is a parody of "The Raven" called "The Mole Rat"
Please to enjoy.
Once upon a midday sunny, while I struggled with eyes so bleary Over many a hard and difficult volume of algebraic bore While nodded, almost sleeping, suddenly there came a beeping. As if someone gently buzzing, buzzing at my apartment door. “’Tis my KP,” I muttered, “Buzzing at my apartment door.” “Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the humid September As each crumpled paper wrought its wrath upon my apartment floor Painfully I was in sorrow; - vainly wished the marrow From my book, full of sorrow, - sorrow from the Zombie Lore From the fun and entertaining game whom the designers named Zombie Lore Played less here, forever more
And the harden mad rustling of the plastic window thing Shook me – spooked me with terrors never felt before So that now to calm down my beating heart, I started echoing ‘Tis my KP, wanting entry, buzzing at my apartment door. ‘Tis a midday KP, wanting entry at my apartment door. Yeah, that’s it – and nothing more.
So now my head grew clearer, the door getting nearer ‘Kim,’ said I, ‘or KP, truly your forgiveness I implore’ ‘But you see, I was sleeping, then gently you came beeping. And so quietly you came buzzing, buzzing at my apartment door. And I wasn’t sure I heard you,’ and now I opened up the door. Brightness there, and nothing more.
Deep outside the brightness looking, long I stood there, guessing, speaking Calling out a name only mortals have ever dared to call But the quiet was unbroken, and the brightness gave no token And the only words there spoken, was the childlike shouting ‘Zombie Lore!” This I muttered, and a child shouted back the words ‘Zombie Lore!’ Most def this, and nothing more.
Back into the apartment turning, oh my stomach within me hurting Then again I heard the buzzing, a good bit louder than before. ‘Surely,’ said I, ‘surely there is something at my window thingy; Let me see then what this sitch is, and this mission I’ll explore Let my nerves be still a moment and this mission I’ll explore ‘Tis a villain, and nothing more
Open here I slid the window, when, with much a grunt and bended elbow In there climbed a naked mole rat of the friendly days of yore Not the least of greetings made he; never pausing for a minute did he But with trash of beef and cheeses, sat upon my apartment floor Perched upon a wrapper of Nacos, upon my apartment floor Perched and sat, and nothing more.
This naked rat turning my upset fancy into smiling By the strange and strict of the attitude it bore ‘Though your body may be shorn and shaven, you,’ I said, ‘surely you are no craven Tell me what thy graceful name is, on the days humid like shore. Quote the mole rat ‘Play some more!’
Much I marveled at this bald and naked mole rat to hear it say so clearly Though his answer had little meaning – of little relevance bore; For we can’t help but agreeing that no monkey or roach-like being Ever was graced with seeing a mole rat upon his apartment floor Naked or hairy upon the wadded trash upon his apartment floor With a name like ‘Play some more’
But the mole rat, sitting lonely on the crumpled trash, spoke only, Those three words, as if his demands in those three words he did outpour Nothing further did he deliver – not one whisker did he shiver Till then I surely more than uttered ‘Like Rufus has dug before Oh, tomorrow he will leave me; like my hopes have done before Then the rat said ‘Play some more!’
Shaken by the quiet done broken by words so aptly spoken ‘Probably,’ said I, ‘what he said was only learned before’ Taught from some unlucky owner, whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his cash one burden bore Till the songs of his dwindling greenbacks burden bore Of ‘Play some - play some more’
But the mole rat still turning all my upset soul into smiling Straight I wheeled a computer chair in front of rat and trash and floor Then, upon the leather sitting, I betook myself to thinking Fancy upon fancy, wondering what this nakedness rat of yore Meant in squeaking ‘Play some more’
While I sat there, falling into thinking, but no syllable came speaking To the rat whose beady eyes now burned into my nylon coated core This and more I sat subtracting, with my head at ease relaxing On the high back leather lining that the sun-light gloated o’er But who’s leather purple lining that the sun-light gloated o’re It shall be played, nevermore!
Then, I thought, as the air got denser, much fowled by an unseen passer Swung by Spidey whose foot-falls upon the creped upon the stucco wall ‘Player!’ I cried, ‘Your programmer have lent you – by these creators he did send you! Respite – respite and nepenthe from my memories of Zombie Lore! Give – oh give this nepenthe and forget this Zombie Lore! Quote the mole rat ‘Play some more!’
‘Demon!’ said I, ‘thing of nasty! – demon still if rat or naked! – Be you programmer sent or be you programmers tossed you here ashore! Abandoned yet undaunted, in this apartment complex enchanted On this console by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore Is there – is there gaming on-line? – tell me – tell me, I implore Quote the mole rat ‘Play some more!’
‘Demon!’ said I, ‘thing of nasty! – demon still if rat or naked! – By that office that codes beside us, - by that programmer we both adore – Tell this gamer with sorrow laden if, within distant land of Aidenn It shall connect strong connection, who the designers named Zombie Lore Connect a fun and entertaining game who the designers named Zombie Lore Quote the mole rat ‘Play some more!’
‘Be that word of our good parting, mole or rat!’ I shouted up starting – ‘Get you back into the office of the day’s humid-like shore! ‘Leave no whisker as a token of that phrase you have spoken! ‘Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the trash upon my floor! ‘Take your teeth from out of my hand and take your body from off my floor! Quote the mole rat ‘Play some more!’
And the mole rat, never twitching, still is sitting, still is sitting Upon the wadded wrapper of Nacos upon my apartment floor Both his eyes have the seeming of a Zombie that is scheming And the sunlight o’er him flowing throws no shadow of his upon the floor And my homework from out that wrapper that lies there crumpled on the floor Shall be lifted, nevermore!
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