We've seen amazing works in all spectrums of art and prose in the MK Summer Competition, the first two rounds have been won so here enter six entries to win the coverted MK Summer Competiton 2006 Winner Award. Here are the two winners and the four runners-up of the two previous rounds. So same drill as last time, who deserves the trophy? Vote for your favorite entry now: you have TWO votes this time.
Here's a recap of the entries:
Naked by AkelaCategory: Unrhymed Poetry
Beads of purple perspiration
Trickle down from bald pate
Traversing eye lids
The salt burns my eyes
As does this crazy dancing orb
My body.
The heat squeezes me
Droplets chase each other
Down my chest, my back,
My torso!
My legs
to my toes!
They tickle
(I like the thrill)
For as they run down
and splash down from
my extended finger tips onto the top
of my hill of Madness
They wake me up!
The heat now gone
The cool summer breeze
Blows gently over my body
Like a lover's tender kiss
Cooling me.
Warming me.
Turning me on.
As I stand naked
On my hill
Melting into
Steamy summer
Madness.
Wanting
Needing
Waiting in this heat
Opposite
You!
Journey by Lori S. Maynard Category: Poetry
Life's journey has once again found me around another twisted bend
of false hopes, joys and sorrows - I've reached the pavement's end.
No more trials lay before me and only memories serve as the sign
reminding me that I once had lived...that into nothing, I had resigned.
Stumbling with only slight hesitation as I dash head first into this world
staring deer-like, confused, scared...just a simple midwestern girl.
Following the monsters across my state and marking the map with each
time that I found them and settled within their arms' sweet reach.
Dreams ending and fading as another dawn erases the darkness from my eyes.
Wondering how to move on with my journey when there's no hellos, only goodbyes.
And that is where I've found myself...here...sli ghtly lost and knocked off course.
Screaming at myself silently...too hard on myself...my heart is calloused and hoarse.
I've reached the end of my journey - there is no more road left to take
without causing some sort of frustration...in unknown courses, hearts can break.
I do not wish to cause myself pain, my soul is bruised and barely clinging there.
Sometimes I wish to close my eyes and pass away quietly in life's final tear.
But the monster keep me here - they've helped me get through this season.
Even though people judge me unfairly and scold me as though they have a reason
to trash my soul into not existing. Why judge a heart you've never felt?
That's like betting your life and losing on a hand that's never dealt.
So, here I am...at the end of my journey...how do I stand? Do I stand alone?
Looking at the trail that I have conquered - looking over the life that I have grown.
Nothing is what I have at this time that gives my soul any greater value.
All I have is my word, my heart and truth when I can finally say "I love you"
But sometimes journeys end and sometimes we meet those who wish to cause us grief.
There is no rhyme nor reason in what causes us pain and delivers us sweet relief.
I believe that all must happen for a reason though sometimes that's not always clear.
And I knew there was a reason that fate and time delivered me back here.
Back here with the monsters, of which, so many are afraid to go around
at the end of the pavement in this sleep, northern, farmer's town.
Why am I here? Why am I still alive after all the harm that I had wished?
Is there a reason why to Reaper's scythe, so many times, had missed?
I'm to the end of my journey wondering if there is yet another road to take
or if I've reached the last and final bend before my heart finally coughs and breaks.
Right now, the sun is setting - the park is growing silent and slowly dim
and I pray for a longer journey before my road delivers me Home to Him.
Baby's Breath by DoveCategory: Poetry
Into the world, I began;
into the world, I became.
The sky is reached for
with open arms,
aching to reach even higher,
as the Sun warms my petals.
Into the light I shall push
and breathe in lilac scents!
Meadows of lavender
bouquet around me.
My vase has broken
and now I'm free to sway
with the summer breeze.
Prairie winds threaten,
floods attempt to swallow
until I stand alone
in a field of green leaves
stretching open arms
to blue skies!
In the world, I begin;
in the world, I become.
Babies Of Summer - Leah Category: Digital Art
Queen of the yard - Running Wolf Category: Photography
Surrender - Jeannerené 
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