Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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II Tournament Poetry Blogs (combat final) IMAGINARY PLANET AWARD

Honorable Knights, Maidens and Distinguished Commoner. You might not have noticed, but the rivalry between the Knight and the Maiden Twilight Chaos Anabella is great, and both can not wait to the final. No, have decided to meet in a duel. First, we encourage them in the comments of the last entry to launch the final challenge, they accepted, but not only did the challenge, but a poetry duel. Here's the challenge:


Knight Twilight
I MEN'S TWILIGHT, all in the Maid ANNABELLA of chaos, fear the edge of my sword and knows he would lose, perhaps that does not answer my challenge concrete form. He is running out of time while hiding his fear. Knight of the twilight. Anabella Maiden


Chaos Knight of Twilight, my absence from the castle and the time zone that separates us think they are being an inconvenience to the challenge that never comes. If retáis me, tell me what: Dueling dueling verses or stories told?


Twilight Knight Dear Maiden's right, we're making it difficult to match the time zone. Let's go verse for all to enjoy with the sword of our letters.





*** Finally, they decided to brandish their weapons in the post of poetry and have given us this match. But calm has only been a warming of their feathers for the final that is approaching ...


Knight of the Twilight:
do not love you!
If you reach my soul with the fury of hurricanes, I think if you wrap
vortex, if my insomnia
kisses at dawn.
do not love you!
night after night If you're rocking my skin with your touch,
waking dream with your voice and your smile.
do not love you!
If every morning you aurora filled with lights my whole soul, your breath
If I get the dew, if your eyes rest, leaving between mine,
a poem of tenderness that soothes me.
If you always leave the mark of a boundless love,
tramonto an infinite love, a giant, unfinished.
That love which rises like the wind in the air spelling out your beauty,
your joy, your cadence, your sweetness, your desires with my desire in a puff of
love and tenderness.
do not love you!
if I want to melt in your past, your day in your morning,
your here in your blessed beyond forms and gives you time.
If my skin called skin with beautiful memories of nights they spent,
you in me, I am in you, boiling in a flame
blessed with cravings of a mouth saying as he loves.
If I look and I take your eyes, your smile I get
in closed hands and hide hide your eyes and your smile ... but you know nothing.
do not love you!
if the quiet serenity of nostalgia, perhaps
street not the pangs of death and die
silent ... the desire to have you. Maiden


Anabella Chaos:
Not bad, Knight of the Twilight ... Contigo
came to horizon. Soft green
come to my eyes
tireless silences
sounds wet, clear wishes, well-defined cycles,
spirits draw abstract shapes. Winding
dense
curves approach a little strength left

after sinking feeling in this earthquake,
who we are when we look for new ways together,
new spaces within the dark shadow of hiding
where we live.


Knight of the Twilight:
My Fair Maiden, his lyrics and my flying in the air near the castle.
More thoughtful;
different we really are in the mist
when our eyes turn
landscapes covered by the mist of so many emotions.
From as they kindle the fire
in the pleasure and enjoyment shines on us
and feeling in the dark, golden ecstasy that consumes us.
In as
tribulation in the heartbreak and the passion that consumes us,
what grows or decreases perhaps as
a wave forming
our longing.
In every soul there is a tissue of secrets, sorrows, verses, sonnets,
want to fly like kites
to watch the world looks at us
in a way that disturbs egomaniac.
We ourselves wanting to be outside,
dreaming our dream from the nest, looking at the eternal
divine
dancing on bar mirrors.
Kisses for your soul. Maiden


Anabella Chaos:

Bailemos well ... And as the fog covers the battlements
warm your hands in the fire with blankets
your tired legs.

Surrender to the night rain and rocks the moon ungrateful. Lose yourself in my eyes

while running away from my soul and shake
words on your lips. You thought you believed

overcome to achieve the space does not exist. You thought

reach the bedroom of a girl who went hunting.


Knight of the Twilight:
Beautiful poem that comes to my poetic soul, but I can not abandon me, or think I'm going ...
'll get to that place before you go
And gather the beat of your heart through your eyes.
will pick up on your skin still craving salt drenched star
light filling me as I can.
Before you go write on your skin off my fingers craving
In my nights without you, silences and my fears;
of the things I said to sleep with no hopes charged. I'll let you marked
caresses between moons
dream when my lips kissed the pillows, I'll let
marked
passion and tenderness while dreaming of your body is always dark.
not let you go without my kisses are moistened
also your thoughts
With the embrace that I have repressed for so long.
Before you go steal your hips with my hands
And I will fill with aromas with subtle belly rub yours
I will keep your smile and spasms in the breeze sing
like a lullaby.
No more waiting for everything, everything will be mine.
Your cravings, your moans, your lips, your heartbeat,
You think playing in my temples,
Your Voice confused with my breath,
Your hands tangled in my hands
And your soul is your soul, be my thought.
With kisses for your soul. Thank you for your letters. Maiden


Anabella Chaos:
The arrow tore my heart your poems. But before I retired to my room ...
was with the music of the soul's soliloquy
and whispering trees at dawn. Your love
surprised disrupt the joys sorrows. He gave life to

hopes and sang all the songs in the sun.
front of the stones in front of the earth,
on the leaves, on the blanket of dried flowers and love
night to die daily,
surprised, in praise.
We can capture every poisoned
aroma of shadows and sudden downpours.
drowning in the water and resurface
leftovers moist love the smiles
amalgam of colors,
your love forever.


Knight of the Twilight:
Thanks again for your words and verses.
Because for us it is not distant dawn
Neither rain nor storm, nor sleep,
Neither the wind passing touches us, or the death of the setting sun.
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Monday, April 5, 2010

Unknown Name, Unknown Number ??

YO, MEN'S TWILIGHT IN DEFENDING THE TITLE SECOND EDITION

http://loscaballerosdeladamadecristal2.blogspot.com/ Tournament History

in 2008 on a day like any other beautiful woman hidden in the universe of blogs published by his Post a question which appeared to be normal and referring to marriage. His intentions did not go beyond wanting to maybe show us a curious story. What nobody expected was that the question was not to be as normal as it ended up being a bomb for all that managed to get the "worst" and "best" of each of these. The question sparked

( evidence of the fact) one of the most terrible, strange and protracted legal battles that have been on a blog (long, as usual decades back when our grandparents used the word rather than weapons). Thanks to the jocularity and malice of some and the anger and the heat of others, managed to live a battle of comments and altercations that eventually ignite one of the towers of the castle of Queen: Lady Crystal . And because of these clashes, fights, profanity and discussions began as the brainchild of La Dulce Pena and your server this blog that spawned to mediate intolerance and excessive ego of those present was developed for this battlefield. Would not know how to fight, or rules, or that was produced at the end. At that time only wanted to fight, period, was voted and finally decided that the land through which the blood would run would be in the field of poetry.

"Actually, I think that we can not allay the heat of the moment, in fact, worse off .- ( The blog is the evidence ).

But all that happened is something that could not be denied at that time not now be denied is that all involved had to do with the success he enjoyed the most.

Such was the disaster that your server is offered to undertake the task of being a moderator. In my delusional mind I did not know what I faced, I had no experience in handling this type of activity, and managing anger of a gentleman made weapons. The war ended when the participants aggravated serious allegations including fraud, misconduct, harassment, cyber crimes (Hackers), preferito, desertion and slander (none was saved.) More than once he was about to leave the tournament to drift.

positive thing this time was that he managed to have a Champion (who knew?), After all something good came out of this first-time tournament. But the most pleasant and positive throughout the experience was, what was achieved shared by everyone from a cold computer. It was extremely fun for everyone. The ties of friendship still remain untouched until today and that is the great prize that we all get to have the initiative to participate. Champion
By Don Gerardo, my deepest respect and he has a great track in the blogs, both as an amateur writer and lover of poetry and the truth could not take another title. Because he represents the thousands of blogs that give his lyrics selflessly.

Then one of those many quiet nights blog someone threw the first stone, enough for the courage to rise and reached the point where these refute all, no matter who I was, no matter the idea, without try to understand who was right or if the arguments had some weight, is simple, that's how the war began and the history of the Knights of the lady of glass.

is why today remembering the time two years after the tournament to resume the project, perhaps this incident is over, but does not detract in any way to open a unique and exclusive for all lovers of poetry blogs in English, no regardless of country or origin. And so laying the foundations for future tournaments, opens to you the Poetry II Tournament Blog called The Knights of the Lady of Cristal. War Blogs.

I hope you enjoy and be entertained with space. Because sometimes the blog universe turns out to be too monotonous and boring.

And remember: Fear has no place here, the one with doubts and fears which are not worthy of being a gentleman but chicken.

(In memory of Lady Crystal and all the Knights who participated in the first meeting.)

Thank
© hannibal