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Now it becomes clear. Laurie (alias critic2) sets up this contest and manipulates herself into the position of Judge. Laurie (also alias lizzytish) then rejects any half-decent poem on spurious and probably actionable grounds. Laurie (also also alias Dr Freud injects herself with a flu virus as an alibi) and lies low only to return tomorrow to announce the winner as Makera (also also also alias her).

Oh, yes. It is all clear to me now.

You are all losers anyway, you little feeble poets. Who gives a damn who wins??
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I love you, Avalon. Youa re so warm and cuddly. Hooray for Avalon. She is by far the nicest person here.

Some people in here are really quite mad. I think it makes for a great distraction amongst the pearls of wisdom and appreciation that are written by other users. May both co-exist with a reasonable balance.

Well, Outraged Competitor ~ What could anyone say, to reasonably, much less adequately, address your posting and complaints ? I appreciate your creativity, to the max !

I think i'm in love
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There were several poems that stood out above the rest for me; one in particular, for me, wherein the cream rose to the top ~ however, I sent it and all the others on to Laurie, without prejudice or comment. Though, I must say, I was sorely tempted, I maintained my position of intermediary with regard to trying to influence the Judge. If/when she requests any input from me, I'll be happy to share my perspectives. I, of course, have no idea who you are, but my strong suspicion is that a poem of yours was rejected . For the moment, however, don't you have distraction enough with the release of "Dear Heather"? I have no idea how Laurie could begin to concentrate on all those delightful poems, since October 26th . However, I have faith in her....and she will come through for us all.

I still think it is a scandal that my entry was disqualified.
Censorship still is rife on this board.

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Hey Impatient Ones and Two and...i AM s.i.c.k. with the flu. Good things will come to those who have no option but to wait. My ears are ringing my head is pounding and i can just about breath through my nose again, so things ARE looking up. Stay tuned...love, Laurie

Ah, Partisan, look at you to seize upon an opportunity, wherein you can claim having been abused . Speaking of opportunity, I believe the term is opportunist.

Yes, Laurie ~ I can attest to your being truly ill, as you have been throughout the gathering process for the poems. Take your time and focus on your health. The poems can wait.

I personally couldn't give a damn who wins either.
Especially since I didn't enter.

Poetomachia has never been of any interest, or inspiration, to me.

However, I do know how much fun hosting a contest is. So I think Lizzy and Laurie are the ones having the most fun - and the real winners in this.

Hope you feel better soon, Laurie.... before the 'madness' starts spreading.

~ Makera

Oh no, Makera. I can assure you that those who wrote poems had fun doing it. It was very apparent in the outcomes. 'Fun' struggling to assess all those poems? Sounds like a tough job to me, and I'm vastly relieved that it's Laurie's and not mine! I can attest, as well, to your not having entered it. "Madness"? Are you saying that Laurie is "mad"? Nah, I can't believe that. Please rearrange that comment, somehow, so I 'get' it. Thanks!

Poetomachia?

You are being a little patronizing, aren't you? Which surprises me. I have been to the All Poetry site. And the contests there all have themes. They all have parameters. All have deadlines. If our little contest is "poetomachia" the exact same can be said of All Poetry.

I fully expect that some good poems were written here. And all those who wrote a poem (including myself) had fun trying. You sound as though you have a bad case of sour grapes.

Is "Poetomachina" a made-up word? It seems to include the element of "macho'. I agree with what you've said regarding all the necessary parameters that any contest has, poetry or otherwise, Charles.

Makera has combined poet and machia. Machia meaning war. She means it as an insult. I thought the Seedy Hotel Contest had brought us all closer together. In a weird sort of way. It seems I was wrong.