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!
OK everyone who has been patiently waiting for judging. I got the OK from Carlie today to judge this "weeks" poetry contest. However, I am soon leaving for work, will come home very late, get a few hours of sleep, and then back to work tomorrow for a double. Therefore, I will not be able to judge until this Saturday. I wrote a note to Parsat (our current judge) to let him know that he should judge if he logs on before Saturday. If he doesn't however, I will judge sometime on Saturday, so please be patient. Thanks so much!
OK People, before I start the judging I would like to let everyone know that Parsat will not be judging anymore. He apologizes for his tardiness in judging but is quite busy with his personal and professional life. With that being said, we are looking for a NEW JUDGE. If you feel you are qualified, please message me and Parsat. In turn, we will contact the appropriate people and hopefully we will have a new judge soon. Personally, I can not take judging on again because I am entirely too busy working these days. With that being said ... here goes the judging!
A huge THANKS to EVERYONE that participated in this "weeks" contest, and if your name wasn't mentioned this week, and you would like a comment on why, please message me and I will get back to you as soon as possible (please be aware that I am currently quite busy and it might take a few days to get back with an answer).
A round of applause to all this weeks participants as I truly had a hard time placing any poem since the majority of these poems were quite good.
The WINNER this "week" is . . .
Ernie15
The Man in the Sky
For ages on end, I've looked up at night To spy what the eye could spy, And how lovely it is to imagine the sight Just to visit the man in the sky.
As the truth be revealed, this man is not small; He is actually bigger than I, But alas, the illusion is actually nothing at all; He is quite a large man in the sky.
He sleeps in the daylight and wakes in the eve As in light he can't open his eye, How I want to reach up with my hand and retrieve The little round man in the sky.
But his distance is great and the trip would take years And I know I will probably die, Though a great evil thing, it's not death that I fear; It's neglecting the man in the sky.
While whipping white whispering winds flow west I dream only that I can fly, If the wind carried me I would try all my best To shake hands with the man in the sky.
An impossible state of unhappiness starts And as time isn't far going by, 'Cause I know that my days left are just numbered charts Though is not true with he in the sky.
A silvery, glisteny man, oh he be! And this quite far from a lie! Though it isn't quite clear why the man watches me Like a man who's afraid of the sky.
Oh I wish I could jump up and grab that old man, Just to show him around the dry Earth that is, there is no way I possibly can; I'm a ground man and he's in the sky.
The road to unhappiness isn't too steep And I know that I'll probably cry, 'Cause I know I will never be able to meet With the little round man in the sky.
~ Although many poems this week took the approach of "the man on the moon", I liked yours the best because you "layed" with the "man" in many facets. The flow and the rhyme of the poem was quite appealing also. In addition, I really felt as if you wanted to meet the "man on the moon". Very well done!
Second Place goes to ...
ubertuna
Delicate orb above the world, asunder, Its dim vestige visible on the dew-damp grass, Harbinger and gaurdian of the night.
Half light high above, It shines, yet fails to illuminate, Necrotic reflections of its brother.
Thin slip of silver, Shallow cut in night's vastness, Fixed to heal and open anew.
~ Simple and complex. Writing a a short poem with this much directness and creativity in such poem is quite a hard feat. In addition, you revealed a whole life-cycle within a few short sentences. Nicely done.
Third place goes to . . .
Moabarmorgamer
The beautiful moon Our mother, our friend Like a stormy monsoon But this one won't end
As it gleams within the sky Controlling our fate A sin in our eyes Bring us love, not hate
The seasons, the tides The moon watches our Puny, pitiful lives Walking close, seeing far
But still we stand alone The moon guards our flesh, our bone But our blood still spills And it's a bitter clash of wills
Why must it leave us all Just to die, just to fall The moon's silvery grace Upon our unworthy face
And we can never stop asking why Why must we cry Why must we die The moon is our mother There is never another So why does she leave us To rot alone, in the dust
A beautiful, silvery gleam Within the sky Our mother, that is But it's naught but a dream Within the stars, with a sigh So what is this? The moon
Our friend Our rival Or our end
Ends too soon The guardian moon Seeing us Leaving us Killing us
~ I liked your assertion that the moon is our guardian and our foe. Nice play on the "two sides" of the moon. Well done.
Fourth Place goes to . . .
Reton8
Two Sided Moon
A two faced sphere slips through the sky; Never showing its far side.
In one face a man is seen; Smiling, frowning, kind, or mean.
The rhythmic force that pulls the tide; Comes from this sphere of the night.
Sending the oceans high and low; Not caring where the waters go.
For this sphere acts with great defiance; Never staying in alliance.
~ Simple and eloquent. I liked the rhyme and rhythm of this poem also. Nice!
Fifth place goes to . . .
SomeKidsSoDealWithIt
When day fades to night, Blanketing the world in sheets of grey, The Moon's silver light, Seems to rub the sins of man away.
~ Sometimes the most simplistic and direct poems are the most beautiful. This is one of those poems. Well written.
Now, for this weeks theme ... this weeks theme is "Fragility" . The deadline will be Monday, September 2nd. Good Luck to all of you and Happy poem writing!
Oops ... Ernie15, you need to contact Carlie in order to receive your merit, please include a link to page 162 on this thread when you message her. Thanks and Congrats!
~ I liked your assertion that the moon is our guardian and our foe. Nice play on the "two sides" of the moon. Well done.
Thank you. Third place...isn't that what I got last time? Shucks. No, wait, no, third place is better than what I got last time, just slightly. Funny,because I definitely thought my Numbness poem was better than my Moon one. Oh well.
One choice can break it One chance to make it Look around, open your eyes We think we are strong Or at least, everyone tries The facade won't last long
One person tips the scale It could save us all Or doom us to fail Our sensitivity, fragility Give us the ability To break and to build But which will occur As we wait in the hills
Shatter! And run for our homes Go faster! Just to find we're all alone Collapse! To be born again Relax! Just to fall in sin Elapse! Just to weaken again Prolapse! Just to live in the end
Building Shattering Building again All our work blows away Once again in the wind Not tomorrow, not today But maybe we can move forward Instead of just back Of our own accord To find what we lack
Breaking down Falling down Fragile as ice Back to the ground It's all so precise Anything can make it fall But nothing can return it to tall
Crying again Dying again Or at least, inside So you think you're my friend Then why have you lied Anything can break me down But at least I don't break others Just because I'm broken now
Not very good. I made it in about five seconds, so what did you expect? P.S.- THANK YOU! We've been waiting for judging for an insanely long time now!
Thank you. Third place...isn't that what I got last time? Shucks. No, wait, no, third place is better than what I got last time, just slightly. Funny,because I definitely thought my Numbness poem was better than my Moon one. Oh well.
It may have been better in my eyes also ... however, I wasn't the judge for that one ... different opinions, different judges.
<yelling for someone to please judge this contest>
