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!
Eyes closed, he sat for centuries Behind a grove of sacred trees; Face blank, he was not here with us To feel the sandy summer gust, For he had reached that human height, Nirvanic soul now filled with light! Detached was he, even his face Had transcended both time and space.
But in my mind I saw but death: A man who plumbed the bloody depths Of man, his arms stretched to their breadth Who struggled still to gain one breath And screamed up to the stormy skies The final words of his demise. He lived as he died, a mortal man With no one there but his own plan.
And from the pain of humankind Have we two ways to peace of mind: To live aloof, and thus escape The wheel that bends us out of shape; Or to confront, and die so we May live to immortality.
One high, one low, which way to go? To flee or die, which way best knows?
Been away for months and nothing has changed here :P
hope I still get on this round
Fly away Magicians hat stands alone, wonder who it appeared in my home. Something weird starting to emerge a pink mist where I will myself submerge.
The mist start to take shape, what is that, maybe an ape? But finally, it has a shape of a cloud, I scream of joy to the world, out loud.
I hop on the cloud and fly through the window, souring in high above with my sweet fluffy pillow. But suddenly the cloud bursts like a broken ball, and down down down...down I fall
Something quick and simple :P hope you like the poem
Fly away Magicians hat stands alone, wonder how it appeared in my home. Something weird starting to emerge a pink mist where I will myself submerge.
The mist starts to take shape, what is that, maybe an ape? But finally, it has a shape of a cloud, I scream of joy to the world, out loud.
I hop on the cloud and fly through the window, souring in high above with my sweet fluffy pillow. But suddenly the cloud bursts like a ball, and down down down...down I fall
yup. still alive..have had little hurry at the university and haven't had time to drop by...
and beastahayes...I saw that the deadline was 23rd :P but 'cos the judging is missing so I thought to try to get into this round...worked earlier that way but if I'm not qualified for this round...so you all can still enjoy my poem
If Moat does not show up tomorrow, then I will perform an emergency judging as a former judge. Not the first time I've done it for him, so I don't think he'll object.
