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!
Rattle Rattle Rattle an idea in my head Tap Tap Tap a pencil on my desk Blink Blink Blink an image upon my sheet
Grind Grind Grind lines onto paper Stare Stare Stare the shape I drew Erase Erase Erase scribbles and smudges
Loathe Loathe Loathe imperfections I see Crumple Crumple Crumple into a ball my paper Repeat Repeat Repeat drawing until I am better
I dunno if it has a pulse but everything has some sort of pattern to it and we repeat these patterns usually a pulse can be found in something that repeats itself.
My pulse was always steady until the one day It was just before dark The first day of May Ignited a spark
The birth of a new emotion would start to play On the way to their park Here I want to stay To go was a lark
Planets collided the universe on display When our eyes met would mark Our future foray How will he remark?
Work on the 'morrow demanded him to delay His words were kind not stark Nor pushing away This wasn't a bark
Throughout the night my thoughts continued to replay Guarding me in the dark Wait for light of day Escaping the sharks
Ideas were born new beginnings on its way For his voice I did hark Our friends had their play Now follow our hearts
So serious this love I left one day I could not break our arc Packing the old that stay Leaving him caused quarks
By July we promised to always stay Together we embarked Unpacked move in day Kissing in our park Later that evening a sweet foreplay Our hands held as we arced Unison in sway Kissing in the dark
Our first July fourth fireworks were displayed But our very own sparks Did outshine the bay Split atoms apart
Our families came together to say Warm welcoming remarks A wedding some day In our special park
Do any of you guys read the rest of the judging post besides the results? I always give it two weeks. Next person to ask me when the judging is gets an automatic DQ (jk).
So, the deadline is this Friday, and the judging should be on Saturday or Snday.
The unbearable beat is sickening In the murky darkness of life's water I've been here for as long as I've been living Given food, food for thoughts meager
Feeling faint touches, hearing faint sounds But nothing to cover the uniquitous pulse Grinding down my sanity of a few pounds A tic-toc; a plic ploc in this red dulse
Until finally I'm cramed into another life Pulled by a gloved hand out of this gloom I can hear voices as I slowly loom Air flows my lungs, vivid as a knife
But the coffin I abhorred for so long Gave its soul to let me be The organic drum, the surrounding heat I miss them now, where are you mommy...
Did my best in a few minutes, please advise me of any incoherences since I didn't reread myself ^^. I hope you like it!
A doleful soul is rocked by a pulse; Mournfullness Dismalness As precious as a diamond in a bulse
Echoing in this nourishing water The beat is unbearable And I'm left to dabble Given food, food for thoughts meager
Its been there since it started living; Dejected Depressed Engrossed in a boredom ever flourishing
Bathed in the reverberant sounds Of the outer and the inner My sanity of a few pounds Keeps me wriggling like a dreamer
It waits and ponders, helpless and alone; Boredom Tedium Both dead and alive in the distinct tone
A sudden churning is moving my body Am I finally getting out? Escaping this captive bout At last, light douses my eyes vividly
But the faitful bearer died by giving birth; Gleefully Joyfully A discordant sacrifice of no less mirth
Now how I miss that ubiquitous pulse Cooped up in that haven's heat Surrounded by the organic dulse Where are you mommy, I miss that beat...
Upon having quite positive critics about that poem, I decided to work my ass at making it better, so here's the final version for the contest; I spent some more minutes on that one. I tried to give that one a pulsating feeling. The overall hourglass shape of the poem isn't just a coincidence^^. I'm still open to any constructive criticism.
Of what shall I speak? Shall I speak of the creeping I feel? This unprecedented beat. The one that crawls through the marrow of my bones. Or, shall it be of the voices I hear? The ones that yammer and gibble All in my head. The ones that go totsy and blotsy Hiffle and piffle. Og-nog and nog-og. Dearest deliquent of my mind eye, And face I see before the very mirror in which I peer... Of what shall I speak? For my head is throbbing in a most tumorous way, As if there were some sick pulsating thing Grown into my very skull, so as if it were... Part of me. The world is a dizying frenzy, A madman's love affair for the derely delluded And still I sit here rambling like the madman. For that is who I am. And still this pulsing Throbbing heartwrenchingly sickening!
Breathe...
Of what shall I speak? For This pulsing nightmare, I fear Dearest of friends. Has faded into the abyss... And yet, I can still hear it. Feel it. Taste it, but not touch it. So of what shall I speak? And where Does this end?
And here ladies and gentlemen men is my final draft. And submission.
