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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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Here goes mine:
In every knight
there is some might
from within
everything is drivin'
into a warrior's spirit,
a sword's mighty slash
comes from the holder's will
while the dragon breathes fire
it is very dire,
an army's march
can only be best
when the rest
has been beaten from their test,
If you are weak,
beleive in your friends
'cause you'll meet ends
when the next world comes,
and always remember
have a warrior's spirit...
Well that ends my poem.
continuation from my last poem
...so say thanks
to those who sacrificed
their lives for everyone
As Thanksgiving Day rolls around,
It brings up some facts, quite profound.
We may think that we're poor,
Feel like bums, insecure,
But in truth, our riches astound.
We have friends and family we love
We have guidance from heaven above.
We have so much more
Than they sell in a store,
We're wealthy, when push comes to shove.
So add up your blessings, I say
Make Thanksgiving last more than a day.
Enjoy what you've got
Realize it's a lot,
And you'll make all your cares go away.
I may make alterations. I have never celebrated Thanksgiving, nor have I done any research, don't stone me!
An Old Man's Thanksgiving
Red candles and orange flames,
Draw up the chairs, make merry,
Fine gentlemen, young dames,
Roll the barrels, pour the sherry.
Rusty Roman candle holders,
Creaking bones in a rocking chair,
Cobwebs hang, the mice grow bolder,
Glass of wine, old and rare.
Let's chant the soothing prayers,
Swoon over the butter and sweet gravy,
Fine suits from Virginia's best tailors,
Silver platters all laden heavy.
Hollow words in a frosty hall,
Empty pantries, dirty dishes,
Clothes unfit for a pauper small,
Tray with some rancid fishes.
Bright warm hearth fires,
Hearty laughter, carve the turkey,
T'is the night for culinary desires,
Good Sir, pass the chutney.
Soot and dust come and sneeze ,
Sharp coughing, pick at the scraps,
T's the night for past memories,
Good Sir, pull the thin drapes.
Amen, let's all begin the feast,
Thank the gracious Lord for our food,
Shelled green peas, roasted geese,
Alcohol to lighten the mood.
Amen, make do with what He gives,
Thank the devil for plagues of fleas,
Cans of beans, use the sieve,
Alcohol, to wash the grease.
Heavy goes a full being,
Sleep comes easy on soft pillows,
All give thanks for blessings,
Dream of serene waving willows.
Heavy goes a broken heart,
Sleep comes not on hard tiles,
All give thanks for ale, another quart,
Dream of the past and forgotten smiles.
Give thanks for what you have,
Give thanks for everything,
Give thanks for your loved ones,
Give thanks when you can.
Give thanks before the past catches up,
An old man broken for years,
Toast the present in grimy cups,
Thanksgiving for what you hold dear.
Okay. Here goes the judging. As I said before, if you would like your poem to be critiqued, you may request it on my profile.
Bronze Medal
Thankful for family.
Holiday with the most food.
Already happy with each other.
Not selfish or single-minded
Kind to the each other.
Smelling the food.
Giving to others.
Inviting the warmth of family.
Very special holiday.
In taking the smells of food.
Never insulting each other.
Gravy on turkey.
by jkmadman
Silver Medal
With a Hi! and a Hey!
We wake up in Thanksgiving one day,
and a High! Ho! Hey!
And a Dooby! Doop! this time of the year.
With a beat and a bop,
with no hurries,
we eat the stork,
eat without worries.
So with a:High! Ho! Hey!
and with the body in a stool,
we eat the turkey,
and the temperature's cool.
And a High! Ho! Hey!
for today's Thanksgiving day.
You know it this day,
for the turkey,
and the stork,
and the knives, and the forks,
and with a Hi! and a Hey!
Today's thanksgiving day.
A child comes by,
asking questions of time,
saying how did that got started,
who made this celebration be celebrated,
and you would say,
with a Hi! and a Hey!
that long time ago was it made,
and that they were happy,
and the natives were helpfull,
as they helped the English,
the Dutch, and the British,
as they said,
with a Hi! and a Hey!
that they happily helped,
for they were happy,
as the bread was baked,
and you said,
"Child, this started a long time ago,
ehn no light or computer was used by men,
when the bread was baked by hand,
and the food was made from scratch,
and with a Hi! and a Hey!,
saying:
"Have a happy day!, with a Hi, and a hey!"
We're happy today!
by OperationNilo
Gold Medal
As Thanksgiving Day rolls around,
It brings up some facts, quite profound.
We may think that we're poor,
Feel like bums, insecure,
But in truth, our riches astound.
We have friends and family we love
We have guidance from heaven above.
We have so much more
Than they sell in a store,
We're wealthy, when push comes to shove.
So add up your blessings, I say
Make Thanksgiving last more than a day.
Enjoy what you've got
Realize it's a lot,
And you'll make all your cares go away.
by Devos12
Platinum Medal
Red candles and orange flames,
Draw up the chairs, make merry,
Fine gentlemen, young dames,
Roll the barrels, pour the sherry.
Rusty Roman candle holders,
Creaking bones in a rocking chair,
Cobwebs hang, the mice grow bolder,
Glass of wine, old and rare.
Let's chant the soothing prayers,
Swoon over the butter and sweet gravy,
Fine suits from Virginia's best tailors,
Silver platters all laden heavy.
Hollow words in a frosty hall,
Empty pantries, dirty dishes,
Clothes unfit for a pauper small,
Tray with some rancid fishes.
Bright warm hearth fires,
Hearty laughter, carve the turkey,
T'is the night for culinary desires,
Good Sir, pass the chutney.
Soot and dust come and sneeze ,
Sharp coughing, pick at the scraps,
T's the night for past memories,
Good Sir, pull the thin drapes.
Amen, let's all begin the feast,
Thank the gracious Lord for our food,
Shelled green peas, roasted geese,
Alcohol to lighten the mood.
Amen, make do with what He gives,
Thank the devil for plagues of fleas,
Cans of beans, use the sieve,
Alcohol, to wash the grease.
Heavy goes a full being,
Sleep comes easy on soft pillows,
All give thanks for blessings,
Dream of serene waving willows.
Heavy goes a broken heart,
Sleep comes not on hard tiles,
All give thanks for ale, another quart,
Dream of the past and forgotten smiles.
Give thanks for what you have,
Give thanks for everything,
Give thanks for your loved ones,
Give thanks when you can.
Give thanks before the past catches up,
An old man broken for years,
Toast the present in grimy cups,
Thanksgiving for what you hold dear.
by Nichodemus
I think you know the drill, yeah? Platinum Medal winner(Nichodemus), contact Carlie for your merit. Everyone else, good try, better luck next time.
New Theme: Technology
New Deadline: Monday, Dec. 7
Red candles and orange flames,
Draw up the chairs, make merry,
Fine gentlemen, young dames,
Roll the barrels, pour the sherry.
Rusty Roman candle holders,
Creaking bones in a rocking chair,
Cobwebs hang, the mice grow bolder,
Glass of wine, old and rare.
Let's chant the soothing prayers,
Swoon over the butter and sweet gravy,
Fine suits from Virginia's best tailors,
Silver platters all laden heavy.
Hollow words in a frosty hall,
Empty pantries, dirty dishes,
Clothes unfit for a pauper small,
Tray with some rancid fishes.
Bright warm hearth fires,
Hearty laughter, carve the turkey,
T'is the night for culinary desires,
Good Sir, pass the chutney.
Soot and dust come and sneeze ,
Sharp coughing, pick at the scraps,
T's the night for past memories,
Good Sir, pull the thin drapes.
Amen, let's all begin the feast,
Thank the gracious Lord for our food,
Shelled green peas, roasted geese,
Alcohol to lighten the mood.
Amen, make do with what He gives,
Thank the devil for plagues of fleas,
Cans of beans, use the sieve,
Alcohol, to wash the grease.
Heavy goes a full being,
Sleep comes easy on soft pillows,
All give thanks for blessings,
Dream of serene waving willows.
Heavy goes a broken heart,
Sleep comes not on hard tiles,
All give thanks for ale, another quart,
Dream of the past and forgotten smiles.
Give thanks for what you have,
Give thanks for everything,
Give thanks for your loved ones,
Give thanks when you can.
Give thanks before the past catches up,
An old man broken for years,
Toast the present in grimy cups,
Thanksgiving for what you hold dear.
To be honest, it's a pretty good poem. The rhythm is consistent throughout and the rhyme really gets creative, as well as the vocabulary. And though it doesn't really go in depth or make you think, it's more of a fun poem(or maybe I just can't appreciate the meaning fully because I'm an agnostic).
*high fives*
Natalie! Wipe!
I'm in a Monk phase right now xP.
Technology, eh? Should be fun.
Cool, cool. Techonologygy!
This probably won't be my final submission, but I'll just submit it for now. It's religious in nature, since it was something I wrote in five minutes on Thanksgiving. In tetrameter, of course.
Prayer
Dear Lord, I pray upon this day
That you may come and guide my way:
For on this journey of my life
I've found myself beset by strife.
But still I take this chast'ning blow
So my discipline can grow.
I give thanks for the troubles deep
That you have planned while I'm sleep,
But this I ask, to make me strong
Enough to help me last this long.
Hear my supplication, Lord,
And I shall stay upon your word.
Amen.
Sorry, you're meant to break the poem up, so it's like two sides of the coin, a fortunate family, and an old man
Err...did the judge contact a mod to change the title for the new theme?
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