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First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.

Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:

It must fit the week's theme.
It must be submitted by the deadline.
It cannot have inappropriate language in it.
It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).


Also:

The poem must be created for this contest
A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!)
Only one submission per user will be accepted

As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.


OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!
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lets see you do one man

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Heres mine I dont have a title.

Our fearless hero
Lays in wait
His guitar by his side
As he thinks in haste
A shadow wanders by
His golf clubs sitting still
His lizards watching nil
Chickens in the yard all day
Sleeping at the coop at night
They take a lot of work today
And do not have any fright
Too many things to do
Chores,pets,golf,guitar too
All around mocking him
And as these things fade away
Reality becomes more clear
I am still at school right now
Yet at the same time in my room
I am having fun with this, sitting here writing
Its very exciting you should try
But you know what bothers me?
I wrote this all yesterday
And here I am back at school
Wishing to be home today

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I am not that good of a poet, but I thought I'd at least try my hand at poesy.

I actually started writing about one thing, but then I realized how each one of the segments had one thing in common, so I expanded on that. I was originally going to say what I am day by day, but I found a better ending that is more applicable to my life. You'll see what I mean in a bit.

I'm not sure if it might be off topic, since it is not really epic.

Even if it does not qualify, please give me any comments you have, probably on my page to avoid spamming this topic.

Thanks,
Andreas J. Renberg

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A blazing fire, raged out of control,
The smell of home turning to ash,
Crying families,
Pointing fingers,

One person still trapped inside,
A mother calls out for her child,

A man in red, clothed in courage,
Appearing from the flames, child in his arms,
Saving yet another life,

This is not me



The woman beside starts to cry,
Narrating the horrific events that aspired,
A drunken husband,
A frightening bout,

The edge of a bridge, wanting to end it all,
Asking the watery deep below to set her free,

The man beside smiles,
Assures that everything will be alright,
Saving yet another life,

This is not me



A bare white corridor adorned with doors,
An unconscious father, pushed on a stretcher,
Two sons,
One daughter,

Motherâs embrace, an attempt to comfort,
Trying to hide the tears she feels inside,

A man in white working hastily, before it is too late,
Walking into the waiting room, face arrayed with a smile,
Saving yet another life,

This is not me



A far off land, abound with famine,
Hungry eyes, not more than four years old,
Ragged clothes,
Skinny arms,

Mother embraces her only child,
Wondering if he will live to five,

Men and women on top of a truck,
Unloading packages, feeding a motherâs treasured child,
Saving yet another life,

This is not me



Day by day, she goes to work,
Coming home only to clean and comfort,
A roof over our heads,
Food on the table,

Thanking for her concern the only way a child knows how,
A warm embrace, wrapping appreciative arms around her,
Saving yet another life,

This is me


Copyright 2008 Andreas Renberg

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That was very good, totally created a good picture.....

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IqAndreas, really, great job. Do you like writing poetry because that poem is truley a great job.

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Actually, I don't write poetry that often, unless I really feel like it or if it is assigned for school. When I write for myself, it mostly depends on my mood. It swings severely, and when I'm in the mood to write, I usually do so very well and in extreme amounts. Otherwise, I can only stare at a blank page unable to think (like right now ). This is especially inconvenient when sitting in school unable to do the most basic problems or write a basic story.

Thanks for all the comments. I really appreciate them.
That is the first draft, so are there any changes that could be made?
Should I make it rhyme better or something?

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Rhyming would make it flow better, but it would do no good if it took any feelings out of the poem. if you can still create the whole feel and rhyme then i vote do it.....then again it is very good the way it is....it is all your choice...

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These are all coming along great! I don't know if I'm going to be in over my head here, haha. Also, I noticed a few that didn't necessarily follow the rules I put in place, I'm only going to consider ones that followed the theme. Next week's theme will be a bit easier, promise!

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Was one of the rules that it had to be a PARODY of an epic, so does it have to be funny cause I know mine isn't :P

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This is my real poem, the one i want you to consider, i fixed all the symobls and wording problems here it is.....



What is the price you pay, to be the hero of the day?

You proudly walk down the street
Head held high for all to see.

You are the hero of the town
You are given glory and gifts.

But at what price.
You heart and mind forever scared
By the memories you now harbor.

Asleep you fall on a bed, worth for a king
But the comfort that it brings is far away.

As your mind brings you back to that fateful day.
The cold pricing your armor as you walk
Through the empty streets of a empty town.

A dark figure fly's past, you dash to fallow
Your heart is racing at the excitement.

You draw your sword as he draws his.
The clang of steal echoes loudly in your ears.

The criminal now in your hands.
The voices around you, tell you to
Bring him to justice and in a moment
Of weakness you do...

The cry or pain now burnt into you head.
Your pride now turning to shame.
The color of death now forever stains your mind.

You wake with a fright...

A hero, a knight, and a savior they say
But nothing could be farther from the truth.

I hang my head in sorrow, tears falling
One by one you're so called hero, crying.

But tears will not erase what I have done
the errors of a sinful son.

The price I paid for glory and fame.
Is to be for ever trapped in a
Prison of sorrow and pain.


By, Adrecka

Hope you like it, its a sorta different perspective on a hero....

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I am from gardening in the springs,
Flowers, shrubs, and tomato plants
Growing from small seeds
Covering the garden blues and greens and reds
The bubble bees fly to them then to there nest


I am from skate boarding in the summer,
My deck of blacks and blues,
Miss a trick and it might just break clean in two,
My body covered in bruises and scrapes,
Each from a different mistake.
Skating with my friends in the streets
Saying hi to those we meet.


I am from apple cider in the fall
Sticky on my lips
From thanks giving turkeys
Eating apple and pumpkin pies
Filling the house with cinnamon smells
From raking up all the leaves, making big old piles
Jumping in them brings to our faces big smiles.


I am from winter, and the snow on the ground
From building snow man and angels littering the yard
Sledding down the biggest hills,
Till my face turns to blue
Drinking hot chocolate, sending warmth down to my toes
Presents on Christmas morning,
With a sweet Christmas ham
Spending the day with family, fun to be had.

i don't know if that really fits here...it was a poem I just kinda wrote down. Sorry if it dosnt belong here.

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Was one of the rules that it had to be a PARODY of an epic, so does it have to be funny cause I know mine isn't :P


It doesn't have to be funny, though I'd like that too... what I wanted to show was that it doesn't have to be an *actual* epic poem, where a third person writes about a hero for pages and pages and pages. Most of the submissions here are great. Just a few days left!!
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Oh okay good... because I sure didn't write for pages and pages :P

Anyways I think submissions are closed... it is September 13! *cries with joy* :P

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Yup, submissions are now closed! AND I'm going to post this next week's theme... I'm going with a theme again for now, and we'll see how things progress.

I know it's a little late, but now that we've all gotten back into the swing of things, the theme will be school! I've seen a lot of great poetry about this in the past, and I'm sure you can all come up with something great this week. Any style, any rhyme scheme, etc... and since it's such a broad topic, you can feel free to be as creative as you'd like. I'm going to judge the submissions now, so I'll be posting here shortly!

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