Posts Tagged ‘poem’

First Sponsored Poem now LIVE!

Tuesday, June 17th, 2008

That’s right! The First Sponsor Button (ie, the very top spot on SINMinX.com forever) got received by its winning bidder on Saturday, we hammered out the graphics to use for the button and now a poem’s been chosen.

It’s actually the Project StumbleUpon poem, rude lemon! I’m extremely excited because this is the first bought and paid for poem to go live. If you click the link above you can see the button and if you click that button (based on one of the winning bidder, Rey’s experimental art photographs) then you’ll be able to read the poem! Be sure to stop by his site, as well, it’s worth a read!

 

In case I’ve not yet mentioned it enough, don’t forget that there’s an auction going over at E-bay for ‘The Defiance of Balloons‘ so be sure to take a look see.

PS - If you ever experience any errors, please be sure to let me know. Comments and questions are appreciated too so don’t be shy :)

Brand New Feature

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

As regular visitors to this blog have come to know, I feature fresh poems daily. I work to make sure there’s something new every day for each of you to enjoy, but I want to go beyond that because the road to a million isn’t going to be easy or quick.

With that in mind, I’ve initiated a new weekly feature! I’ll be auctioning off one poem each week on E-bay in order to raise more funds for the Million Dollar Poetry Project. Not only will the winning bidder receive the traditional button on the front page and link to a website of their choice, each of the auctioned poems will come with a handwritten original copy of that particular poem mailed FREE to the winner!

In case you’d like to take a look, here’s where you can find the latest poem up for auction:

The Defiance of Balloons

(click the link above to visit the auction)

One Fist Forward, Against Any Odds

Thursday, June 5th, 2008

One Fist Forward, Against Any Odds

by Wolfgang Nibori

June 4, 2008

12:49am MST

No one sees the future, each of us must guess

First shots fired for revolution don’t guarantee a victory

In the course of evolution all we know for sure is history

So we come to shining moments with shaking hearts and hands

Only visions guide us across uncertain sands

Sands shifting, burning like mirrors in the sun

Radiating images as often paradise as deception

Who wants to stand there waiting and wishing for water?

All creatures move forward, pulled by desire, blood-fueled fire

Every remarkable achievement begins as flittering fantasy

Distracting thoughts tugging the mind from concrete here and now

Asking the spirit, "When it comes down to it, will you give in? Will you bow?"

That’s the question fortunes are made from and lives changed by

While I never speak for everyone, I believe you might agree

If you choose a dream and follow it, that’s half the victory

Despite all opposition, brutal as it all may seem

When you finally make a dream come true, you change reality

 

Available for sale (with handwritten original copy), contact glowstormlion#happyhorror*com

(# = @, * = . for the email address)

Closing time has come

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

Well, after a rather long, drawn out day of writing and techie stuff.. I’m about to rest a while.. but first, as promised I wanted to show a poem I wrote right at the time of Million Dollar Poetry Project’s inception. It’s available for sale ($1 per line) so if you’re interested let me know. It may seem silly how I divided it (linewise) but it wasn’t intended to make it expensive. When I write a poem I divide it a certain way that I hear in my mind. I thought it’d give an example of something I’ve done and might work well if you’re not sure WHAT you’d like a poem about.

Title:
from underground
June 1, 2008 10:14am MST (Arizona)
by Wolfgang Nibori

beneath the face of this
twilight dawn
i sit waiting, strange
and all things
appear to be awash
in the milky green
shades of uncertainty
i’m not expecting growth
to happen
i’m pushing against myself inside
as seeds do
once they decide
to become trees
yet the mistake
at this point
lies in comparing myself
to the rest of the forest