Phaeties and Budsilver battled it out to a full house and when the votes were counted- Budsilver was the winner!
Bud will receive a Poetry Tag Group " I Won the PTG Slam" Shirt and he will compete in the Slam-Off for a prize worth $50.
It was a very close contest and we'd like to thank and congratulate Phaeties & Budsilver for a wonderful night of Improv. Thanks also to Hostess Imapoettoo & Tally Redking44! A Special Thank you to those who attended- and voted!
The First Topic :
BudSilver: "The Third Door"
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: My eyes are closed, I can feel the sound
BudSilver: Heart's palpitating, I've lost too much ground
BudSilver: Always yearning, searching for more
BudSilver: Nothing appears behind the first door
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: Silence screaming, I'm starting to shake
BudSilver: Every second a decision, that only I can make
BudSilver: My soul is floating, two feet off the floor
BudSilver: Nothing appears behind the second door
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: The time is now, I must take a chance
BudSilver: Too much at stake in humanitys dance
BudSilver: Finally what I've sought, tears start to pour
BudSilver: My future was found behind the third door.
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: the end
Phaeties: The third door....
Phaeties: Behind the presence of this wandering lustre
Phaeties: Are the stars that crowd overhead in bright glowing clusters
Phaeties: Silver ribbons of light gleam down on the living labrynth below
Phaeties: Three doors to enter the winding paths, each framed in natures splended wrath
Phaeties: One covered with rust, time and misttrust
Phaeties: Its door handle broken and shattered, hinges weak and materials tattered
Phaeties: The second door, rises up a series of steps
Phaeties: Its make is of translucent black glass, etched in the middle is the face of a laughing art nouveau lass
Phaeties: Higher yet is the door upon the balcony, old vines make for a rope like climb
Phaeties: Of sorrow and reverence, which door would one walk?
Phaeties: The more concealed, the divine, or persay ravaged with grime?
Phaeties: Perhaps one would walk through that presented to them, each its own gem
Phaeties: The values of fine things, easy steps to climb, or the path less traveled by?
Phaeties: Assiduously one paces, no like to the choices more or less offered
Phaeties: Conjecture then that there is more that what there appears to be, an illusion of choices
Phaeties: Follow the one inner feeling, the silent call of voices
Phaeties: Steps then are mustered to pry at the very walls of stone
Phaeties: Settling then, is the adventurer to make entance of his own.
Phaeties: -end
The Second Topic:
Phaeties: Sand and glass..
Phaeties: -
Phaeties: As the mixture swirls through the atmosphere
Phaeties: Colors collide before our eyes, spectrums of love and lust
Phaeties: Sins bleed through the living sands, melting into a spetrum of elixors
Phaeties: Vision is lost through a dry druken haze, as wicked lips blossom
Phaeties: Into a dessert of fading embers and burning whispers upon lover's ears
Phaeties: Raptures persperiation courses down the curves of moving shadows
Phaeties: Mired in light, lips mingle upon petel soft skin, a whirlwind
Phaeties: Of sand, our bodies writhe in the heat of reverberating desire
Phaeties: In an unholy dance of divinty on stained glass, we devour one another completely,
Phaeties: Eating each other ashes, leaving no trace, of the bleeding sounds or laughing echoes
Phaeties: I like your lips with no disgrace, using my tongue to build a temporal temple to passion's throws
Phaeties: Inside this sanctum, have faith that our flesh will lust
Phaeties: Trust in me, as we walk in the darkness, that the pillars of morality may crumble
Phaeties: Hence once so that our languid bodies may thrash and tumble
Phaeties: Scorching each others heart, damned lost and adrift to clutch each other
Phaeties: through the reflections of our eyes, -d
Phaeties: and that "lick your lips with no disgrace"
Phaeties: end
BudSilver: "Sand and Glass"
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: Surreal images, woven in hues
BudSilver: Artist's hand, paint a delicate picture
BudSilver: Nuances and feels, hands to the clay
BudSilver: Displayed on a canvas of an intricate mind
BudSilver: An illusion twisted, by sand and glass
BudSilver: Nothing like this has been formed before
BudSilver: Dainty, disfigured, a collector's delight
BudSilver: Glassblown figurine, dancing in stars
BudSilver: Lady has now stepped out of time
BudSilver: An orchestra plays her lone silouhette
BudSilver: Spinning in circles, to a symphony's tune
BudSilver: Sand and glass, have now come to life
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: the end
.
Bud will receive a Poetry Tag Group " I Won the PTG Slam" Shirt and he will compete in the Slam-Off for a prize worth $50.
It was a very close contest and we'd like to thank and congratulate Phaeties & Budsilver for a wonderful night of Improv. Thanks also to Hostess Imapoettoo & Tally Redking44! A Special Thank you to those who attended- and voted!
The First Topic :
BudSilver: "The Third Door"
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: My eyes are closed, I can feel the sound
BudSilver: Heart's palpitating, I've lost too much ground
BudSilver: Always yearning, searching for more
BudSilver: Nothing appears behind the first door
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: Silence screaming, I'm starting to shake
BudSilver: Every second a decision, that only I can make
BudSilver: My soul is floating, two feet off the floor
BudSilver: Nothing appears behind the second door
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: The time is now, I must take a chance
BudSilver: Too much at stake in humanitys dance
BudSilver: Finally what I've sought, tears start to pour
BudSilver: My future was found behind the third door.
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: the end
Phaeties: The third door....
Phaeties: Behind the presence of this wandering lustre
Phaeties: Are the stars that crowd overhead in bright glowing clusters
Phaeties: Silver ribbons of light gleam down on the living labrynth below
Phaeties: Three doors to enter the winding paths, each framed in natures splended wrath
Phaeties: One covered with rust, time and misttrust
Phaeties: Its door handle broken and shattered, hinges weak and materials tattered
Phaeties: The second door, rises up a series of steps
Phaeties: Its make is of translucent black glass, etched in the middle is the face of a laughing art nouveau lass
Phaeties: Higher yet is the door upon the balcony, old vines make for a rope like climb
Phaeties: Of sorrow and reverence, which door would one walk?
Phaeties: The more concealed, the divine, or persay ravaged with grime?
Phaeties: Perhaps one would walk through that presented to them, each its own gem
Phaeties: The values of fine things, easy steps to climb, or the path less traveled by?
Phaeties: Assiduously one paces, no like to the choices more or less offered
Phaeties: Conjecture then that there is more that what there appears to be, an illusion of choices
Phaeties: Follow the one inner feeling, the silent call of voices
Phaeties: Steps then are mustered to pry at the very walls of stone
Phaeties: Settling then, is the adventurer to make entance of his own.
Phaeties: -end
The Second Topic:
Phaeties: Sand and glass..
Phaeties: -
Phaeties: As the mixture swirls through the atmosphere
Phaeties: Colors collide before our eyes, spectrums of love and lust
Phaeties: Sins bleed through the living sands, melting into a spetrum of elixors
Phaeties: Vision is lost through a dry druken haze, as wicked lips blossom
Phaeties: Into a dessert of fading embers and burning whispers upon lover's ears
Phaeties: Raptures persperiation courses down the curves of moving shadows
Phaeties: Mired in light, lips mingle upon petel soft skin, a whirlwind
Phaeties: Of sand, our bodies writhe in the heat of reverberating desire
Phaeties: In an unholy dance of divinty on stained glass, we devour one another completely,
Phaeties: Eating each other ashes, leaving no trace, of the bleeding sounds or laughing echoes
Phaeties: I like your lips with no disgrace, using my tongue to build a temporal temple to passion's throws
Phaeties: Inside this sanctum, have faith that our flesh will lust
Phaeties: Trust in me, as we walk in the darkness, that the pillars of morality may crumble
Phaeties: Hence once so that our languid bodies may thrash and tumble
Phaeties: Scorching each others heart, damned lost and adrift to clutch each other
Phaeties: through the reflections of our eyes, -d
Phaeties: and that "lick your lips with no disgrace"
Phaeties: end
BudSilver: "Sand and Glass"
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: Surreal images, woven in hues
BudSilver: Artist's hand, paint a delicate picture
BudSilver: Nuances and feels, hands to the clay
BudSilver: Displayed on a canvas of an intricate mind
BudSilver: An illusion twisted, by sand and glass
BudSilver: Nothing like this has been formed before
BudSilver: Dainty, disfigured, a collector's delight
BudSilver: Glassblown figurine, dancing in stars
BudSilver: Lady has now stepped out of time
BudSilver: An orchestra plays her lone silouhette
BudSilver: Spinning in circles, to a symphony's tune
BudSilver: Sand and glass, have now come to life
BudSilver: .
BudSilver: the end
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