MIKE'S INSPIRATIONAL KONTEST EXPLAINED
We're very excited to announce the next in a long line of Phish.net giveaways! We're giving away 2 tickets to any show on the upcoming Mike Gordon tour!! The rules are simple: just write an acrostic poem using any song title from Mike's newest album "Moss." Choose a song and write a poem using the first letter from each word in the song title. It can be humorous, dramatic, adventurous, melancholy... even a short morality play. Whatever your chosen genre, your peers will get to vote on your comments. We'll close the thread on the evening of March 4, then we'll take the 3 highest rated poems at that time and a small circle of old, beaded, crusty phish.net admins will convene in a dark room and subjectively select a winner. The grand prize winner will get two tickets to any show on the upcoming tour, the two runners up will each get a signed copy of Moss on vinyl.
We took a little liberty with the title of this blog post, as you no doubt noticed, but we hope you'll take the challenge seriously. Contests anytime need to satisfy typical appeal: never devalued, sometimes thoughtlessly invented, lovingly lauded.
Please note that in order to qualify, you must have a Phish.net account, you must post between now and March 4, 2011 at midnight, and you must have a valid email address attached to your phish.net account.
You may enter as many times as you like. Also, don't forget to check out our Phan Food contest going on in the Phish.net Forum. Good luck!
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The Mockingbird Foundation
Overwhelming
Reverberations
Is
Zero-cost
Oops
No
Luck
I'm
Not
Eligible
Lavish
Average
Suckers
Heretics
Bask
Away
Cool
Kaleidescopes
Outstanding
Talent
Always
Will
Alter
You
A dread filled my head
No sound but the Yeti
The scene was quite heady
So naturally, I gathered myself
Tidbits of gear reassembled
Attempt will have to stealth this I know
Nothing should wake the Yeti below
Death will be mine if I stumble
Suddenly the Yeti awoke
The time to escape quickly ended
I grabbed my machete
Lunged for the Yeti
Luckily, a happy ending
what
heart
attaches
truth
to
honesty
in
new
grounds?
surrendered
serene
elated
entangled
miracles
I will
Rid you of Pain
Every Note I play
Fills you with Joy
Roundly
Ornately
Musically
Alas
Shocked
Taken
Instantly
Cooler
Kind
Irritation
Rethink
Epic Thoughts
From
Rome
Okonkwo’s struggles are
Mentioned
Aqua
Stem from
The
Indigo
Crab...
Kindness
Homer’s
Language
Having a piece of wood with strings in my hands
Or a bell at my foot
Rather seems a little silly
In this time of autotune madness
Zimbabwe would be a good place to get away from this
Or sail in the sea of Black
No, I'll tour across America
Live Mike is where its at
In Santa Cruz or Falls Church
No one is safe from the bombs that are dropped
Enter the terrordome of Mike with his stack
Theology and politics cast away, clarity left
Heroics and vice shed, the noise becomes hush
Everything is no longer, mighty jaws without bite
Vociferous emptiness fills me, and mazel tov!
Open at last, I embrace the vertigo
Infinite all-consuming stimuli
Definition and answers appear within my void.
Dreaming, wheel barrow winding down the crooked path to the leaning Mill
Evermore will that its creaking form someday shudder, someday fall
And in peace may drown,as we in simple rowboat watch, breaching rippling moonlight still
Angry from a bout with the Colonel,
Bring forth, a slithering edifice of a toothless comb.
Ye merry gentleman, arise and seek solace in my mind.
Leave me alone or die trying.
Omnipotent egg whites, sleeper hold.
Now it's bedtime for Bonzo.
Bring back the Colonel.
A rudimentary scalpel makes do.
Bring back the Colonel.
Yes.
Lonely
Angry
Stinky
Hippopotamuses
Bite
Around
Cooked
Kumquats
Albatross
Bound 'Round
Your
Life
O
N
Balmy
Afternoons All
By
Yourself
I stagger back onto the boardwalk
Ready to pounce on the first one I'd seen,
Easily the least diseased of the angels.
Focussed as she was on her iPhone,
Removing all her unfriended contacts, and
Oblivious to the sting of salt on the wind or
My words in her vacantly beautiful face,
All my stumblings went unnoticed.
She left the touchscreen untouched
To take me in for a moment.
'I've never been to the sea,' I say finally,
'Can you walk me down to where
Knowing sleeps and wondering dreams?'
(Have I told you I do?)
A reminder comes, a cue:
The moon, or Jeopardy.
Then you are present,
Held fast in my soul like
I'd never known it otherwise,
Never again to be dismissed.
Gradually though, and even as I write,
Something slips, my slippers, sipping,
Strip the switch and twitching face
Erase the taste, i'm nearly paste
Even though I ache, I'll take
Moon for 200, Alex.
Over
Today
Aim
With
All
Yesterdays
Parrallelegrams
Interweaving
Rare and mystical
Algirythms
Lost in Time
Casually
Aside,
Never
Still,
Schlepping
Tapes
And
Now
Discs
So
Tomorrow
I
Learn
Love
From o'er the distant mountain tops arose;
In dreary and dark caves they called their home,
Ruddy little men with horns for a nose
E'er watched the land where the Bangaloons roam.
Friendly, beautiful, but not quite that smart
Runs like an cheetah, but sleeps like a bear.
Only cares about movies, music, art;
Might seemed stressed, but it doesn't have a care.
Attacks deer by day, sleeps soundly by night
Scares all men, women, and children alike.
The Bangaloons are ruled over by fright
In fear they live from the men with the spike
Can they be saved from repetitive fate?
Know something, Dave? It's starting to get late.
Composure of the sun
Aligns the stars
Navigating the followers
To the journey of music
Sun sets in the distance
Temperature starts to fall
Alas "They" take the stage
Nerves begin to silent
Destiny is awoken
Sound fills the mind
Teaspoon by teaspoon
In unity harmony flows
Like water down a river
Lasting a lifetime
Death is looming.
Ease the sufferring.
Abolish self.
Bad
Ass
boys
you
love,
only
now
back
and
better.
yes!
And embrace
Behind the fence.
You'd know a
Lovely love if
Only you had
Never increased their rents.
But it's not too late.
All of us can wait.
Bet you thought we'd all be gone instead
You've got a party on your lawn!
Whirled colored skies contrasting the pine
hues of blue and yellow lovingly combine
attachments wither into the infinate net
the moss beneath toes is melodically wet
Truth in the spectrum is found never taught
humbly notice that meaning is naught
intricate being spun soundly its web
nebulous movements of flow and ebb
gifts of curiosity condense on our vision
solution of soul dissolving all with precision
Sight full of wonder an organic game
empirically passed through reason's flame
emerging a world of fractured duress
must be welded back together by the cosmic press.
On
Rhine,
I
Zipped
Overnight
Lost
In
Notorious
Equine
Stuck on the lawn
Pirouettes Jersey Mama
In the the midst of a Song
Recalls it is Llama
All the way down, she charges her way
Laughs at us suckers, for pavilions we pay
Piñata, boom! Party favors reign.
Inspiration everywhere... moving us brightly.
Rally to restore our sanity.
AC from DC. Frankenstein to NY see. Brain shockwaves.
Lokah samasta sukhino bhavantu
Has consequences as grandiose as doubt.
Every sign on every road,
Video stimulation to every node.
Once I needed, but it couldn't be.
I see now that you can set me free.
Desire, I yield. Overwhelm me.
Foolish was I
Looking at the world with
A false sense of reality
So sure that I knew it all
Had I only known then what I know now
Back in time to change that me
Although as much as I try
Can't flashback so I just
Keep on moving forward instead
Henry has a creepy face
Empty space
Voodoo is the end of us all
Observe the fall
I thought I was fine
Do a line
How
Are
These
This
Heady?
I
Never
Got
So
Shitfaced
Ever!
Eat
More!
Like I never felt before
As they
Start to make sound.
He plays a mean
Bass, while his companions
Are playing guitar, drums, vacuum, and piano.
Capability of changing your mood in a positive way.
Kind of them to give the world a joyful sound.
Flinging fibs
Lying in order to restructure the argument
Asinine left field conclusions
Sensationalism in connection with a direct agenda
Holistic collusion amongst those of power and persuasion
Becking and Calling for attention to "the message"
Attack Attack Attack
Change the channel or,
Kill Your TV
Donkeys
Exist....
Are we human?
when the moon
has left the cloud
and all you fears
turn to
the west
having nothing left to
injure in you
now it’s time to
go, go
stand beside the
stop sign because
evening words are waiting to
enter the only
mouth you will ever be
Westward bound we rode that day
Hats pulled low on our brows
Another day’s ride behind us lay
Texas is where we are now
That’s when we saw the riders there
Hiding behind a knoll
Instinct stopped us dead in our tracks
Not knowing precisely our roles
Guns were drawn into the air
Showdown begun, God bless our souls
Silently we looked back and forth
Every man thinking the worst
Eli lit out upon his horse
Many a cartridge did burst
Before we knew it the riders were dead
Anyone breathing we killed
Be warned you fools the last one said
Your victory will quick turn to dread
Last one buried was holding a sack
Only contents a bill
Notice due, your soul it read
Before us an deafening shrill
Across the knoll the devil did head
Bewildered he looked upon us and he said
You’re not who I thought, but you’ll do instead
Battered
And
Bruised
You
Linger, confused
Ointment
Not available
Bieber
And
Beyonce are
Yetis
Crustaceans
Are
Numbskulls
They
Suck
The
Antidotes
Nearly
Dry
Superfluously
Tender
Is
Lumpy
Lichen
Hyena
On
Rye
I'm
Zealous
Oops
Nevermind
Lobotomy...
I
Not
Egghead
Flamingoes
In
Rhode Island
Elephants
For
Rumbles
Of
Mike
Alpine
Stream
Took
Ill
Chastised
Kalamazoo
Wombats
Hate
Aardvarks
They
Took'em
Hostage
If
Nobody
Gets
Salt,
Sugary
Eels'll
Eat
Me!
Bad
Ass
Broseph!
You're
Lying
On
Norwegian
Babies
And
Boring
Yachts
Flimsy
Lingerie
And
Suckish
Hoe
Bags
Act
Crazy
Krazy
Thunder
Huntin'
Eaglet
Varmint
On
Idiot
Day
God
Only
Tickles
And
Wickles
All
Yaks
Spun
Punched
Inundated
Rampaged
Annihilated...
Licked.
Izzn't
Dat
Ecstasy
Ass-Kickin'?
Deaf to everyone's ideals, my mind was,
Extremely closed, no thoughts coming in,
And now it is open, from the inside within.
High or low
Airplanes scream
Too high
Too slow
Have enough gas
Is it in the flow
Neglecting time
Growing old
Saving space
Showing control
Every mountain moves
Even oceans stand still
Making things seem real
Looking down,
Always dreaming,
Seeking sound.
Having visions
Blue baroque,
All through the
Cosmic
Kaleidoscope.
Heavily observed by his enemy, he is the one we thought of
Ending in a blast of plasma spheres shaddowing the atmosphere...........
Vacating to the Milky Way he began
Orbiting was the key, and the sun was the energy
Intercepting gravity with dark matter, and finishing the project
Day one of Earth began
Does
Exist
Afterall
soaring serendipitously everywhere, eventually, moss
I think
Demented Gordon
Envy's
Anastasio
More of an evil joke/bad idea than an actual entry
I Think it was you who said, "It's all been said and done",
Don't fret, you're probobly right,
Except, there exists a chance, that,
At times like these, more should be done than said.
Have
A
Thing
That
Has
Intentions
Never
Spoken,
Secluded
Egotism
Equals
Meaningless
Hovers behind your ear
Endlessly whispering...
Voiceless reminders, which
Obscure the Present, and
Inflame the poisons from your Past;
Darken any promise for the Future.
Analysis
Neuroses
:
The
Sea
Told
Anastasio,
"Nitrous
Does
Spiritual
Time-warps
Into
LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa
Land"
Could it be?
Another Mike Gordon tour
N
’11?
Terrific.
Sadly,
Tours prior passed me by,
As I had not the funds,
Nor the time.
Damn College.
Serendipitously,
This kontest came along,
In which I might finally see Cactus.
Lest my savings will abate;
Let the judges decide my fate.
Act
Now
Tela
Sexy
Tela
As
Now
Drowns
Someone
Totaling
Icy
Lizard
Loss
---------------------------------------
Hopeless
Old
Ranger
Is
Zoro
On
Narcotics
Loves
Indians
Needs
Ecstasy
--------------------------------
Fishman
I
Really
Expect
For
Ride
On
Meatstick
A
Shock
That
Is
Chubby
Kind
------------------------------
Which
Hats
Are
The
Talking
Heads
In
Now
Guess
Something
Smart
Every
Estimation
Matters
--------------------------------
Babies
Are
Babies
Young
Little
Ole
Newborn
Babies
Are
Babies
Yeah
--------------------------------
Fishman
Lobs
A
Stick
Hits
Bitch
And
Cold
Kills
--------------------------------------
Trey
Harnesses
Each
Vibration
On
Instinctual
Delight
-------------------------------------
Good
Old
Train
Always
Wales
And
Yells
-----------------------------------
So
Phish
Is
Real
Audio
Liquid
---------------------------------
Some
Phish
Inspire
Rock
Audiences
Live
--------------------------------
I
Dare
Eat
Ass
---------------------------------
I
Drowned
Esther’s
Ass
--------------------------------
Ideas
Do
Evolve
Always
Another crimes of the mind, mike-ified
Bustling down my ear drums to inner ecstasy
Yo Gabba Gabba hearts MGB too
Little does the Kung Fu master understand
Or does he? That...
Nebulizers and Moss complete me.
Bid you adieu, until the Cactus multiply in the musical desert
Are you purple pantsing it this fine morning?
Bed-wetting by my two year-old
Yikes, back to reality for me.
Pointed to a single point
In the strange sun of the spiraling house lights
Reveals a human moment--
Arms raised, bodies moving to the same beat
Living in the tube together for another short while.
Ate
Nellie Kane's
Trousers
She
Took
A
Noble
Doctor
She
Turned
Into
Land
Lady
When I remember all the horizon lines I've seen
Hanging between the sky and the sea
Almost immediately I spiral to the ground
To hang on before I fly away
Time and time again
Highways meet my feet
It's hard to think i never knew them
Nor paid any mind to myself
God, it's all to funny
Seeing you share yourself with us
Sometimes you forget what happened
Evenings on the hill or
Events you'll never live again
Maybe it's better that way my friend
As anvils dropping from the sky flatten free will
No alterations can be demanded by good reason
Even begging like a pooch leaves one the empty dish
As anvils dropping from the sky flatten free will
No alterations can be demanded by good reason
Even begging like a pooch leaves one the empty dish
Laced with ribbons of the pattern
Astronomical dimensions
Scattering about my space
Hushed tones
Beckoning me to fly
Aloft in my dreamtime
Caught in psychedelic moments
Kindness finds me
Drifting through space
Elegantly careening
American Idol beaming
Horizon Line makes me incline
Fire From A Stick through the pic
What Things Seem may only be a dream of a
Babylon Baby that we know is crazy
Flashback to where its at teleport with
The Void till we
Got Away to the
Spiral the
Idea spirals
Oblivious to the bi-rational aspect of the norms
Ready set “Hey Hey, don’t go”
Intermingling of the Zappa family at the reunion
Zen and karma have fulfilled its role
Onwards and upwards amigos
Nothing left to do but smile, wink, and smile.
Laughable at best
In the moment I remember exactly what I meant
Not so true for that time in Kalamazoo
Exhale and re-read Huffington’s Post.
It
Remember
Everything
From
Recollect
Or
Memory
All
Stories
Told
In
Confidence
Kindle
Foam
Llama
Antelope
Silent
Horse
Buried
Alive
Contact
Kung
Along the shore and the rising tide
No one may hear you call my name
Though you have said it just the same
Shout your love for me from the trees
Through the breeze
And from the sea
No one may hear your love proclaim
Don't believe your mission is in vain
Stand by my side till the end of time
Till time stands still and we entwine
Infinite souls we will be
Loving you has rescued me
Loving you has rescued me
Spinning
Propelling
Indefinitely
Round
Again
Loops
THIS ONE:
@Fees_Nipple said:
GIVE IT TO Tela5000!!!
I did think it was cool that they had a double acrostic poem however and wanted to give them props.
However I still haven't posted my poem!
A FREE Mike show?
Nothing is free they say.
There's no free lunch either.
Sitting here writing my random thoughts.
Too disenchanted with chanting.
Another thought pops into my head and swims around in my brain.
Never say never is one of the most interesting things you can say.
Doh!
Somewhere under the rainbow, phish will swim.
Take me away to the land of the phree and the home of the baked.
Ice cream, ice cream, if you scream, I'll give you a time out with NO ice cream!
Lollipop lollipop oh lolly lolly lolly
Lollipop
@Waterboy said:
Horizon Line makes me incline
Fire From A Stick ignites a eternal bliss
What Things Seem may only be a dream
Babylon Baby we all know is crazy
Flashback with
The Void till we
Got Away to
Spiral the
Idea
i
don't
envy
anastasio
trying to make up for crappy unfounded joke when we all know mike is the true heart and soul of Phish
Laboring not for riches but for the common good
All in a hard days work
Surely, they must be held in high regard.?
Heck, its who we are, in our blood, is it not?
Back to basics they say..
And what of the corporate juggernaut and the destructive wake they leave behind
Can we rise to them? Surely others will follow
Ketchup does in fact come from tomatoes.
How many surreal moments we've shared
Experienced en masse
Vermont we hold dear
Others draw near
It is our hearts that grow
Destiny Unbound..
Fearless radicals overcome monarchs.
A serious teacher inspires civilian knowledge.
Died
Even when he was buried, I still thought he was
Alive
*Author's note:
My friend Edward Marshall Cummingham actually died on this day (3/3/2007) along with his best friend Byron. They died in a fire right down the street from my house. Still gets me.
People
In
Russia
Are
Looming
If you've heard this before
Remember those days?
Ever wonder what's in store?
From day one we've been tiny
Round about 5 foot O
Only size is just the half of it
More than feet we had to grow
Always looking toward the next step
Sitting briefly on our laurels
Time moved slightly faster than we did
Indentured to our flawless amorals
Catch of glimpse of our fanciful civilization
Keep off the grass, this is a temporary installation
Pretending to be hangmen,
Irreversible omens of doom.
Really, they're doorways, mostly open,
Almost always darkened, but
Lamplit thoughts fill my head.
Powder flies in her mirrored goggles.
I'd follow, but I prefer the uncomplicated open
Rather than dodge her timber,
Anyway, I can still hear her in there -
Laughing from her gladed depths.
Hate
And
Try
To
Hide?
I'll
Now
Gain
Strength
Seeking
Ever
Enlightening
Moss
Heave a stick in with the fire
Aging but still ripe
The sky is a lumbering bear
Triangular lights flow through indigo
Heeding the cosmic sound of frozen pasts
Instantly dazed in a slop of dogged conch shells
Night turns into rows of bacchic freight trains
Greyhounds melt into a rage of speckled sorcery
Seizing the fate of a mindless wizard
Stymied by light at the of a long dark tunnel
Easily forced back into he void
Entered into the fellowship of nihility
Molecules take holed of the useless body
Lines
Adam
Scurried
Home
Before
Another
Cathartic
Kiss
Him
Everything
Vanishes
Originally
In
Dreams
Play
Inside
Readily
Available
Light
Polly!
Isn’t
Roger
Arriving
Late?
I'd rather say you can't compare!
Rabid dogs running everywhere
Evoke your fears and your despair!
Feel them bite you as you go
Run from them until you know
Or try to hide out in the snow
Making sure they'll never know
Alert alert one's found you hiding!
Sink's its teeth into your hinee!
Tickles as it breaks your skin
I'd rather not feel that again!
Come one come all down to the show
Keep your wits about you now!
Hindering
Elaborate
Valumtious
Overbearing
Indescribable
Development
Patterns
Indicating
Relatives.
Alas!
Labyrinth.
This is a great poem loved it start to finish
Abundant and Phlowing, the masterful slapping and popping of Gordeaux's
Basslines, Effortlessly enjoyed by amiable Phans and music aPhishionados,
Young and old alike.
Loved equally by all who care to listen to the Phat, Phunky,
Omnipotent, all-encompassing groovy basslines that
No human can resist once Cactus hits "the zone",
Baby!! Dancing and Phunky shaking all around!
Artfully textured, expertly layered and enhanced tenfold
By His supporting cast, nobody can deny that Cactus' Languedoc LolliPOP izz
YUMMY!! Thank-you, Mike!!
Incredible bustouts at Manchvegas last Phall, Phish has
Rocked my world for as long as I can remember.
Every time I go to that special place that can only be achieved through their music.
Fabulously phun times ensue, NO MATTER WHAT. Whether it's been a soaring
Reba jam like the Augusta encore that sent us all on a trip to outer space
On 10/19/2010, or the
Mounting tension of Miami's Bowie that sent me into
A euphoric,
Spiraling supernova during
The 2009 New Year's Extravaganza, every one of my Phish experiences has been
Incredibly amazing- spiritually mind-blowing! The Frankenstein encore from 12/30/09
Completely rocked my world, too! Page's
Keytar lit it up! The phun never stops and I'm ready Phor more-Let the good times roll!
@Hippiepoet said:
Insperation
Recapturing
Enegmatic
Falacies
Resting
On
Market
Anarchy
Still
The
Ideas
Convey
Knowledge