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!
Though I cannot win again, I think I'll post one final poem. Possibly final. A quitting thought lingers. Be warned, it isn't about a day...more like a period.
Though I cannot win again, I think I'll post one final poem. Possibly final. A quitting thought lingers. Be warned, it isn't about a day...more like a period.
That's fine if you write about a "eriod". Sorry to hear this may be your last poem.
Wake up, groggy Get my uniform on, My cereal is soggy! Head to work, try to stifle a yawn.
Here at work, corner of Fifth and Main, Trouble brewing, action bubbling. Meet my crew, ignoring me in my disdain, This day is going to be terribly troubling.
Off we go, down Fifth Street, Sirens blaring, slashing the morning air. Lights flashing, red as a beet, The sun rises, content -- without a care.
We arrive to the scene, disturbing sight, Two cars, tangled together, like balls of yarn in a fight. Five casualties, slumped over, Life ticking by, their candle burning out.
But all was in vain, Two died at the scene, The rest, died later that night. A day in my life.
Like the theme this week. Though I don't think I will write a poem for it. (Every time I say that I end up writing one Tension much. Not much for me to say now that I am not judge except: Alt, its in the past and trust me no one really looks back on past weeks unless they won that one. And fourth is not bad. So many new comers but it seems we are losing some of our more longtime writers.
Yeah there are many newcomers. Regrettably, I used to write a lot when this contest started but have stopped a bit, and now I've written a poem for this theme I think the best I ever got was 2nd :S lol.
And yeah, fourth is not bad! Don't be down on yourself because of that, 4th is awesome!
I wake up in the day looking at myself Think of how I could have got in this horrid mess
My life is all a shame I fell the need to die
I don't belong here on this earth All I have done is hurt
I think I shall leave and go To my final resting place
Which is Hell, Heaven Who knows, all I know is that I don't belong here
This place has been great to me I have returned it shame and pity
Now I am utterly deppressed Having nobody by my side
Having this thought in my head is an ache Because I will wake up tommorow and have this horrible nightmare again.
I pulled this one p in about 2 minutes. Real life and things that happen really affect you and your writing. This isn't my best but it is what I came up with.
Thirty Seconds! Till the gate drops foward Putting us out on the beach
The cliff-face is silent No movement seen Maby they all ran away...
Twenty Seconds! The tension builds Whumps of shelling in the background
Ten Seconds! Then hell is unleashed On this god-dammed beach
Five Seconds! The bosun screams out And still the cliff are silent
Drop! The gate falls down And the cliffs come alive
Bullets ping off the sides And the men in front fall And the bullets still come
We burst into flame And jump over the side To stay alive...a bit longer
Wading through the waves Like sitting ducks We get picked off
The tide turns crimson The bodies float And we cower behind eachother
Mother! Mother! Some kid cries out He soon stops...
A LCT* explodes Raining shrapnel and Body parts on us
A man walks around Holding his disembered arm He ask us where it is
We make a break For farther up the beach Only three of us make it
We race up the beach And see some men Pinned up behind a wall
We dive next to them To avoid getting hit The guy next to me has no head...
Pshooooooowww! The Rangers launch there rockets At the point
Krauts drop grenades As they climb Blowing them off the ladders
Dirt puffs up And yet they still miss us Behind this wall
A guy dashes over And dives And hits a mine
It blows his chin off And moans out He's gone within the hour
A day in the life A life in a day On Omaha beach __________ *A LCT stands for Landing Craft Tank, and carried vehicles, and amphibious tanks --- Some of the cases used in this poem are gruesome, violent, and disturbing. I tried to capture the horrors of D-Day. I failed misurbley
