The Versenators Forum Versenators' Challenge # 16

Versenators� Challenge # 16

Beauty and Death by Scott Frady

The House on Memory Lane by Yira Simone

The Dream Catcher by Babbette Francis

Crimson by Nihad

Who I Am by Nihad

Destiny by Blessed Bee

Beauty: Stripped by Kate B.

The Shape of Things to Come by Gandre

For Austin by Jessica Hartig

Liquid Like Me by Brian Rogers

Web of Life by Tj

Haiku # 4 by Jonathan Weiss

Moccasin by Christina Maria

I Want for This by Victrola Belle

The Beauty of Life by Jeanmarie Marchese

Indelible Ink by Sarah Williams

Webby by Erin Hogan

The Temptress� Web by Ashley Christen

Ancient Mirror by David P. Eckert

Come into My Parlor by Moonlight

What�s Happened to Andrew? by Caroline J. Bloom

Web-death by Typhoid Kelsey

Passers-By by Edward Beaman-hodgkiss

Vixen vs. Victim by Leah Simone

Samsara Spun by Paul Grimsley

For Austin by Jessica Hartig

Don�t Expect Fresh Roses by Dentro De Tus Heridas, Oc�ltame....

Mirror Me by Jill Martin

Delicate Beauty by Kristan Strietzel

Ruminate by Linda Crawford Ortiz

see my poem at



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here is my poem for Versenator's Challenge # 16....

Web of life (2/18/07)

A spider was sitting above the porch
weaving a thin but large spider web in the rain.
The spider weaved it into a jagged circular web,
filled with little beadlets of water,
reflecting off in the dim light of the dark.
Then the spider crawled off its web,
out into the wilderness,
and never came back,
leaving only his dew filled web.

Well it's similar to life isnt it?
us humans wanting to weave our web,
hoping to have an impact,
hoping to influence others?
And before we know it,
we're gone
leaving only the dew filled web
of accomplishments and memories.

though, we hope that when we leave this world,
we hope that a web remains where we used to reside
on this very Earth, instead of nothing in its place.

#16 Beauty




I WANT FOR THIS...


where the mind leaves
and branches off into form,
I am there to muse deep in it.
I don't care which ditch it crawls from
or what torment persuades it to
fling outward and latch. I don't want
some dingy Victorian reflection
of living,

I ask for this world -This beauty!

This damage,
where trend tills in turmoil then blooms to towers,
sublimed shape. I'm not hum-drummed by our plagues
or God leaning, God wanting, ruthless symmetries-
I'm for the delicate miracle of mouths and their counterparts.
Lean hungers. Power vanity. We are all like
in dreaming, in fault, despair,
in exult, where the self stands on top of the world
and says I am

for the fragile zones and the brazenness
of spawn and womb. I reap and revel in the fear
of it's green bladed splendor. Indelible truth of experience
churning out to be freshets that ultimately wheel
the Dawn and the Dark. Fine lines, Big LoVe!
I'm for the way you cant erase.


� 2007 Victrola Belle

On Life and Destiny...

My poem on beauty or life and destiny. The choice. It's found at

my poem on life and destiny

Here's mine on beauty, "Don't Expect Fresh Roses."