Post by Hellvis Azal Deathley on Aug 25, 2014 14:09:08 GMT
Well, what a fantastic turn out we had for our latest competition!
Thank you to all who contributed. You all deserve your Willy Shakespeare badges.
Now we come to the vote. You may only have one vote, so vote for your favourite, the one you think deserves to win P$ 500.
There are four places to receive a prize, and any ties will be decided by the forum management.
Winner will receive 500 P$,
runner up 200 P$,
3rd place 150 P$,
4th place 100 P$
Voting will close at 10 PM (GMT) on Sunday, 31st August
GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!
Az
Entry 1:
Like as the waves (by Garr)
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
So do Clara's episodes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Entry 2:
What have you done for me lately? (by The Polar One)
For a dead girl you do grin a lot,
could you stop, is that possible?
But Doctor time travel's so hot,
I will pop, I'm unstoppable.
I tire of constant return trips to earth,
take a berth, is that possible?
And give in my job, my self worth,
for your mirth, it's improbable?
You're so full of retorts and it aches,
take a break, is that possible?
I'm not a meek lady who bakes,
brings you cakes, you're incorrigible.
Would you at least polish the clock?
Of course when I'm done with your mock, John Constable
Entry 3:
Forsooth! It’s time, methinks! (by Sutherspeare)
Travelling in Time, hunt thou the K9's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet Ood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce Cyber jaws,
And burn the long-lived Clara in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love Clara's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine sonic pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For Time Lord's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite the buggery,
My love shall in my TARDIS ever live happily.
Entry 4:
Upon Walking Off Into The Distance With A Voice Over Once More (by Sutekhspeare's Bum Hand)
We travelled among unknown stars, in lands beyond the sea;
But, Clara! Did I know till now the tears they bored to me.
TARDIS past, that melancholy dream! Now will I quit thy show;
A second time, for Moffatt seems to foul up more, and how.
Among thy Daleks did I feel the joy of my desire;
But they I cherished turned to shite upon an English pyre.
Thy mournful Saturday nights contain the humdrum space age plays;
And thine shall be the last green fiend my jaded eye surveys.
A slumber did my spirit seal - I could not help but snore;
It seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly bores.
No motion has it now, no force; it does not pique nor please;
We’d rather look instead of course, at rocks, and stones, and trees.
Alas, the time has come for us to act on lessons heavy learned;
Now Clara pass thy hand and quit, as '89 is returned.
Entry 5:
Doctor Who and the Impossible Sonnet (by Sutherspeare)
Doctor Who and Clara were a-lying like star-crossed lovers in the hay
When Doctor Who asked Clara: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Clara stretched herself out on that lovely August eve
And said, "Oh my darling Doc, you do wear your heart on your sleeve!"
"There's the rub," said Doctor Who. "Please apply it to my back.
"Come what, come may, I'll nevermore be drawn to Amy's crack."
All of a sudden, those salad days were ruined by the Doc's sex addiction
With bated breath, neither here nor there, it spoiled his spotless reputation.
"Give the devil his due," thought Clara. "He's neither here nor there.
"Our wild goose chase is too much of a good thing. And besides, he has funny hair."
"Such stuff as dreams are made on," thought the Doc with a hint of sadness.
"The world's mine oyster. The naked truth is there's method in my madness."
"He has a heart of gold - or two in fact," said Clara, having a think.
"I'd best lie low. It's a foregone conclusion that I'll have not slept one wink."
"I'll send him packing," said lily-livered Clara. And giving a swagger, the Doc showed he didn't care
And with that the TARDIS swept the Time Lord away to vanish into thin air.
"Once more unto the breach, once more" he cried. "And thereby hangs a tale."
"Good riddance to the green-eyed monster. So why do I feel so frail?
"She's as merry as the day is long. As pure as the driven snow.
"Frailty, thy name is woman. And that's why I have to go."
The milk of human kindness caused Clara's tears to swell.
"More fool you," she thought. "Love is blind. Yet all's well that ends well."
Entry 6:
DECISIONS, DECISIONS (by Ogronic)
Come, Cyber-men and Cyber-wimmin,
I'll tell ye a tale of when Clara went swimmin'.
She swam in the pool of all time and all space
With a man, the last of an alien race.
Now, he owned a timeship he called the TARDIS
And she often did ask: "Doctor, Quo Vadis?"
"Ah doon't know!" would snap the irritated man
'Til the girl did realise he wasn't a fan.
So she upped and left, with barely a wink
And shacked herself up with one Danny Pink
A teacher by trade, from Coal Hill School,
With classrooms, a canteen, a gym and a pool
She gave up the Doctor to follow the rules
This was her choice, you think Clara a fool?
Entry 7:
What a pair (by The Polar One)
Through time and space we frolic and save
humanity, aliens, kings and knaves,
even each other in a tight squeeze.
Please do not ask my name it carries
all manner of powers from legend and myth,
in case you did wonder I don't mean John Smith,
revealing the truth I'm as big as a God.
Of course it's no license for riding roughshod,
friends keep me in check and I have a lot.
Clara's the latest, was quite the subplot,
undead or a clone she had me most baffled,
never have a guessed how her life had been scrambled,
to help me because we are both so amazing,
so onward and backward we continue blazing.
Entry 8:
Demand The Impossible (by Fanny)
Life's map stretched before me a clear unbroken parchment
Made unsmoothe by the hands of Fate who
In sentiments undetermined
did lift it up and tear it each way
A pattern made most discordant like the music of a fool.
A maiden unimportant espied each segment of the damaged parchment
And imagined herself within each one
Thus confounded I endeavoured to follow each path
Separate yet conjoined
In doing so, so seeking a wench most impossible,
And thus I had her hand to hold when my parchment finally ended,
the eleventh segment leading hence to the twelfth.
Entry 9:
We'll dance all night to the Worst Sonnet Ever! (by Comrade Kaled)
Clara is most insecure, decreed Dr Who.
But he doth not know what for.
As sooneth as Ms Clara enters throughth the door, turns heads she does (or is that too Yoda-ery?)
Dr Who does most notice that Clara does not wear make up.
Most happily for Dr Who, there's no-th covering up by the make up.
The wayth Clara is is enough-uf-uf
All in the TARDIS dost observe it
All in the TARDIS except for YOU!!
Clara dost enlighten Dr Who's world most unlike anybody else
The way Clara ficketh her hair gets Dr Who most excited
Judging from the way that Claradelia lears at the ground, it is most simple to deduct,
that she dost not know
"Clara, you dost not fuckin' know that your are doth most fucking beautiful!!" yelled Peter Capaldoc Tucker (Oscar winner)
"Clara, you dost not fuckin' know that your are doth most fucking beautiful!!" yelled Peter Capaldoc Tucker (Oscar winner)
Entry 10:
Best i can do at the mo - i'm still half asleep (by Crispin Wah)
Spake the Doc to Fe-Line "Stop purring!"
For he knew not what was occurring
His quest for knowledge kept on spurring
Him on to New Adventures.
From his blackboard Clara's learning
That Time's not linear, twisting turning
Once he lay in San Fran gurning
Turning into McGann.
He holds her with hands big and brown
Tempts with recipes of renown
Lures her under the eiderdown
And gives her a good bumming.
With his eyebrows bushy and hair of quiff
Clara thinks she smells a whiff
'Pon his breath of Toilet Duck and Jif
He's drank them - he's frae Glasgae.
Entry 11:
Clara's bare-faced cheek (by Sutherspeare)
As there faded away the Murray Gold theme
Doctor Who was having a midsummer night’s dream
Oberon, Titania, Puck - well, sod’em
For all he could think of with Clara was Bottom.
At tea at the vicar’s she tore off her knickers
Explaining she felt much to hot in’ em
And the Doctor exclaimed “Well, ‘pon my hide
“But this companion of mine is bigger on the inside.”
Entry 12:
More Than A Companion (by IHVH Azal)
Confus-ed, confus-ed, this new Dr Who
'Twas the twelfth, but in fact be thirteen
And as for Clara, that impossible girl
Did compound upon the issue
And splinter through his time-stream
She was always there, from beginning to end
To save our beloved time-traveller friend
A Dalek, A governess, a modern day babe
Betwixt the folds of an entire age
The Doctor, himself always bold in spirit
Would search all time and space
For an answer to Clara, where to
To the end of even his own existence
The answer, more than a companion, doth stay
Entry 13:
The Sonnet of Peter and Jenna (by The Retsam)
The day is upon us, þe mice and men
That Dr. "Who" will riſe again
Phoenix alike, regenerates he
Now 'tis thy turn, P. Capaldi
A darker Doctor ſets the tone
Though Moffat still ſits on the iron throne
Darkneſs into now go we
Leaving a hint of J. Pertwee
But what will become of Clara, the laſs
Who much better off with the laſt Doctor was
Will she get fed up and leaf the man
Who ſhow'd her the univerſe when ſhe was but a nan'
(And will ſhe get to-gether with Pinky Dan?)
From the hands of the bard who wrot'd "The Big Bang"
Hence follows a new tale with the Pater-Noſter Gang
Brace thyſelves, hold each other tight
A might-y paleo-saur a-loose in ol' Blight'
Will the new Dr. "Who" be alright?
Lamb, relax, t'will be quite a ſight
Just don't forget
To take a
Deep Breath
Thank you to all who contributed. You all deserve your Willy Shakespeare badges.
Now we come to the vote. You may only have one vote, so vote for your favourite, the one you think deserves to win P$ 500.
There are four places to receive a prize, and any ties will be decided by the forum management.
Winner will receive 500 P$,
runner up 200 P$,
3rd place 150 P$,
4th place 100 P$
Voting will close at 10 PM (GMT) on Sunday, 31st August
GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!
Az
Entry 1:
Like as the waves (by Garr)
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
So do Clara's episodes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Entry 2:
What have you done for me lately? (by The Polar One)
For a dead girl you do grin a lot,
could you stop, is that possible?
But Doctor time travel's so hot,
I will pop, I'm unstoppable.
I tire of constant return trips to earth,
take a berth, is that possible?
And give in my job, my self worth,
for your mirth, it's improbable?
You're so full of retorts and it aches,
take a break, is that possible?
I'm not a meek lady who bakes,
brings you cakes, you're incorrigible.
Would you at least polish the clock?
Of course when I'm done with your mock, John Constable
Entry 3:
Forsooth! It’s time, methinks! (by Sutherspeare)
Travelling in Time, hunt thou the K9's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet Ood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce Cyber jaws,
And burn the long-lived Clara in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love Clara's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine sonic pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For Time Lord's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite the buggery,
My love shall in my TARDIS ever live happily.
Entry 4:
Upon Walking Off Into The Distance With A Voice Over Once More (by Sutekhspeare's Bum Hand)
We travelled among unknown stars, in lands beyond the sea;
But, Clara! Did I know till now the tears they bored to me.
TARDIS past, that melancholy dream! Now will I quit thy show;
A second time, for Moffatt seems to foul up more, and how.
Among thy Daleks did I feel the joy of my desire;
But they I cherished turned to shite upon an English pyre.
Thy mournful Saturday nights contain the humdrum space age plays;
And thine shall be the last green fiend my jaded eye surveys.
A slumber did my spirit seal - I could not help but snore;
It seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly bores.
No motion has it now, no force; it does not pique nor please;
We’d rather look instead of course, at rocks, and stones, and trees.
Alas, the time has come for us to act on lessons heavy learned;
Now Clara pass thy hand and quit, as '89 is returned.
Entry 5:
Doctor Who and the Impossible Sonnet (by Sutherspeare)
Doctor Who and Clara were a-lying like star-crossed lovers in the hay
When Doctor Who asked Clara: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Clara stretched herself out on that lovely August eve
And said, "Oh my darling Doc, you do wear your heart on your sleeve!"
"There's the rub," said Doctor Who. "Please apply it to my back.
"Come what, come may, I'll nevermore be drawn to Amy's crack."
All of a sudden, those salad days were ruined by the Doc's sex addiction
With bated breath, neither here nor there, it spoiled his spotless reputation.
"Give the devil his due," thought Clara. "He's neither here nor there.
"Our wild goose chase is too much of a good thing. And besides, he has funny hair."
"Such stuff as dreams are made on," thought the Doc with a hint of sadness.
"The world's mine oyster. The naked truth is there's method in my madness."
"He has a heart of gold - or two in fact," said Clara, having a think.
"I'd best lie low. It's a foregone conclusion that I'll have not slept one wink."
"I'll send him packing," said lily-livered Clara. And giving a swagger, the Doc showed he didn't care
And with that the TARDIS swept the Time Lord away to vanish into thin air.
"Once more unto the breach, once more" he cried. "And thereby hangs a tale."
"Good riddance to the green-eyed monster. So why do I feel so frail?
"She's as merry as the day is long. As pure as the driven snow.
"Frailty, thy name is woman. And that's why I have to go."
The milk of human kindness caused Clara's tears to swell.
"More fool you," she thought. "Love is blind. Yet all's well that ends well."
Entry 6:
DECISIONS, DECISIONS (by Ogronic)
Come, Cyber-men and Cyber-wimmin,
I'll tell ye a tale of when Clara went swimmin'.
She swam in the pool of all time and all space
With a man, the last of an alien race.
Now, he owned a timeship he called the TARDIS
And she often did ask: "Doctor, Quo Vadis?"
"Ah doon't know!" would snap the irritated man
'Til the girl did realise he wasn't a fan.
So she upped and left, with barely a wink
And shacked herself up with one Danny Pink
A teacher by trade, from Coal Hill School,
With classrooms, a canteen, a gym and a pool
She gave up the Doctor to follow the rules
This was her choice, you think Clara a fool?
Entry 7:
What a pair (by The Polar One)
Through time and space we frolic and save
humanity, aliens, kings and knaves,
even each other in a tight squeeze.
Please do not ask my name it carries
all manner of powers from legend and myth,
in case you did wonder I don't mean John Smith,
revealing the truth I'm as big as a God.
Of course it's no license for riding roughshod,
friends keep me in check and I have a lot.
Clara's the latest, was quite the subplot,
undead or a clone she had me most baffled,
never have a guessed how her life had been scrambled,
to help me because we are both so amazing,
so onward and backward we continue blazing.
Entry 8:
Demand The Impossible (by Fanny)
Life's map stretched before me a clear unbroken parchment
Made unsmoothe by the hands of Fate who
In sentiments undetermined
did lift it up and tear it each way
A pattern made most discordant like the music of a fool.
A maiden unimportant espied each segment of the damaged parchment
And imagined herself within each one
Thus confounded I endeavoured to follow each path
Separate yet conjoined
In doing so, so seeking a wench most impossible,
And thus I had her hand to hold when my parchment finally ended,
the eleventh segment leading hence to the twelfth.
Entry 9:
We'll dance all night to the Worst Sonnet Ever! (by Comrade Kaled)
Clara is most insecure, decreed Dr Who.
But he doth not know what for.
As sooneth as Ms Clara enters throughth the door, turns heads she does (or is that too Yoda-ery?)
Dr Who does most notice that Clara does not wear make up.
Most happily for Dr Who, there's no-th covering up by the make up.
The wayth Clara is is enough-uf-uf
All in the TARDIS dost observe it
All in the TARDIS except for YOU!!
Clara dost enlighten Dr Who's world most unlike anybody else
The way Clara ficketh her hair gets Dr Who most excited
Judging from the way that Claradelia lears at the ground, it is most simple to deduct,
that she dost not know
"Clara, you dost not fuckin' know that your are doth most fucking beautiful!!" yelled Peter Capaldoc Tucker (Oscar winner)
"Clara, you dost not fuckin' know that your are doth most fucking beautiful!!" yelled Peter Capaldoc Tucker (Oscar winner)
Entry 10:
Best i can do at the mo - i'm still half asleep (by Crispin Wah)
Spake the Doc to Fe-Line "Stop purring!"
For he knew not what was occurring
His quest for knowledge kept on spurring
Him on to New Adventures.
From his blackboard Clara's learning
That Time's not linear, twisting turning
Once he lay in San Fran gurning
Turning into McGann.
He holds her with hands big and brown
Tempts with recipes of renown
Lures her under the eiderdown
And gives her a good bumming.
With his eyebrows bushy and hair of quiff
Clara thinks she smells a whiff
'Pon his breath of Toilet Duck and Jif
He's drank them - he's frae Glasgae.
Entry 11:
Clara's bare-faced cheek (by Sutherspeare)
As there faded away the Murray Gold theme
Doctor Who was having a midsummer night’s dream
Oberon, Titania, Puck - well, sod’em
For all he could think of with Clara was Bottom.
At tea at the vicar’s she tore off her knickers
Explaining she felt much to hot in’ em
And the Doctor exclaimed “Well, ‘pon my hide
“But this companion of mine is bigger on the inside.”
Entry 12:
More Than A Companion (by IHVH Azal)
Confus-ed, confus-ed, this new Dr Who
'Twas the twelfth, but in fact be thirteen
And as for Clara, that impossible girl
Did compound upon the issue
And splinter through his time-stream
She was always there, from beginning to end
To save our beloved time-traveller friend
A Dalek, A governess, a modern day babe
Betwixt the folds of an entire age
The Doctor, himself always bold in spirit
Would search all time and space
For an answer to Clara, where to
To the end of even his own existence
The answer, more than a companion, doth stay
Entry 13:
The Sonnet of Peter and Jenna (by The Retsam)
The day is upon us, þe mice and men
That Dr. "Who" will riſe again
Phoenix alike, regenerates he
Now 'tis thy turn, P. Capaldi
A darker Doctor ſets the tone
Though Moffat still ſits on the iron throne
Darkneſs into now go we
Leaving a hint of J. Pertwee
But what will become of Clara, the laſs
Who much better off with the laſt Doctor was
Will she get fed up and leaf the man
Who ſhow'd her the univerſe when ſhe was but a nan'
(And will ſhe get to-gether with Pinky Dan?)
From the hands of the bard who wrot'd "The Big Bang"
Hence follows a new tale with the Pater-Noſter Gang
Brace thyſelves, hold each other tight
A might-y paleo-saur a-loose in ol' Blight'
Will the new Dr. "Who" be alright?
Lamb, relax, t'will be quite a ſight
Just don't forget
To take a
Deep Breath