ForumsArt, Music, and WritingPeriodic Poetry Contest - Theme: Touch of Truth (Page 390, due Jan. 28)

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DragonMistress
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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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FallenSky
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I dunno. I think the poem fits the theme, slightly. Its more metaphorical than literal, but it still could work. I'm hesitant to say how though, so as not to bias the judgeing pool for or against a piece.

Yeah, but at that point, it's like saying peanut butter is a kind of meat; you see it was clearly meant to fit the other theme so its only natural the author would want to express herself in another way after consideration.

Cenere
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So, I found out you needed a title change...

Darn, no mod took care of that crap on the last page yet? I think I'll ask more of them to just delete that nonsense.

What? It's kinda hard to do anything when it doesn't get reported.
FallenSky
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What? It's kinda hard to do anything when it doesn't get reported.

I reported it to some mods, just forgot you Cenny, after all, we don't see you as often as before here on the AMW. Are you busy?

Cenere
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Nah, I took a hiatus due to my thesis. And now I have injured by wrist (again), so I try to keep the urge to draw down. It's not going very well...
Besides, this section is pretty much "Writing" these days.
Either way, yeah.

FallenSky
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I'm sorry to hear that, hope you get better soon.

Besides, this section is pretty much "Writing" these days.

Yeah, I haven't drawn much these days either. You know what, I think I'm going to do just about that.

Hypermnestra
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In case you all were wondering, this is a terzanelle. It's got a rather strict pattern of repetition which I like to think of as reverberation. It's a pain in the *** to write, which is why I don't do a lot of them, but even so, it's one of my favorite forms. I kind of changed it up a little bit: generally, a terzanelle has 5 triplets and 1 quatrain. I added a few extra triplets, because I felt that I wasn't finished quite yet when I reached my limit of 5.

A flame flickers, blindingly bright
For a short and fleeting second
Before it fades away to night.

In the sunlight, how snow beckons!
Crystals sparkle like precious gems
For a short and fleeting second

Before dissolving to their end.
The fire melts away the melting snow
Crystals sparkle like precious gems

'Fore disappearing in heat's glow
If only it was forever!
I know better than that, I know

That all beauty must be severed
That it must someday meet its end
If only it was forever!

If eternity it could lend.
Its beauty comes from the knowing
That it must someday meet its end.

Oh, the glory of the snowing
And burning passion of the flame
Its beauty comes from the knowing

Of the end of nature's cruel game
Beauty's not found in crystal ice
And burning passion of the flame

Beauty's found in knowing the lies,
Knowing beauty ends, realizing*
Beauty's not found in crystal ice

But in its death before your eyes
Knowing you won't see it again
Knowing beauty ends, realizing

To be beautiful, it must end
Else how would we treasure it so?
Knowing you won't see it again

We know it will happen, we know
Before ice melts, flame burns away
Else how would we treasure it so?

The beauty of night turns to day
A flame flickers, blindingly bright
Before ice melts, flame burns away
Before it fades away to night

*-Here, my Western accent rears its ugly head. I pronounce it Real-ize-ing, three syllables, not four like some people might.

And with that, ladies and gentlemen, the HORROR and MONSTROSITY to write that is the terzanelle is complete.

Hypermnestra
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I have a small revision made to the prior entry. My apologies for the double post, but the ninth and tenth stanzas have been driving me crazy ever since I wrote them, and I changed them.

A flame flickers, blindingly bright
For a short and fleeting second
Before it fades away to night.

In the sunlight, how snow beckons!
Crystals sparkle like precious gems
For a short and fleeting second

Before dissolving to their end.
The fire melts away the melting snow
Crystals sparkle like precious gems

'Fore disappearing in heat's glow
If only it was forever!
I know better than that, I know

That all beauty must be severed
That it must someday meet its end
If only it was forever!

If eternity it could lend.
Its beauty comes from the knowing
That it must someday meet its end.

Oh, the glory of the snowing
And burning passion of the flame
Its beauty comes from the knowing

Of the end of nature's cruel game
Beauty's not found in crystal ice
And burning passion of the flame

It's true that all beauty must die
That is what makes it beautiful
Beauty's not found in crystal ice

But found in something horrible:
Knowing you won't see it again
That is what makes it beautiful


To be beautiful, it must end
Else how would we treasure it so?
Knowing you won't see it again

We know it will happen, we know
Before ice melts, flame burns away
Else how would we treasure it so?

The beauty of night turns to day
A flame flickers, blindingly bright
Before ice melts, flame burns away
Before it fades away to night

Revision has been bolded so ya'll can see it better.

Hypermnestra
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I swear this is the last revision. I missed a mistake on the fourth stanza which of course carried over to the fifth stanza, so I had to fix that. And I also slightly modified the final line and consequently the first stanza.
Anyway, enjoy.

A flame flickers, blindingly bright
For a short and fleeting second
Then it fades to glorious night.

In the sunlight, how snow beckons!
Crystals sparkle like precious gems
For a short and fleeting second

Before dissolving to their end.
Till fire burns away the melting snow
Crystals sparkle like precious gems

'Fore disappearing in heat's glow
If only it was forever!
Till fire burns away the melting snow

I know that it must be severed,
That it must someday meet its end
If only it was forever!

If eternity it could lend.
But beauty comes from the knowing
That it must someday meet its end.

Oh, the glory of the snowing
And burning passion of the flame
But beauty comes from the knowing

Of the end of nature's cruel game
Beauty's not found in crystal ice
And burning passion of the flame

It's true that all beauty must die
That is what makes it beautiful
Beauty's not found in crystal ice

But found in something horrible:
Knowing you won't see it again
That is what makes it beautiful

To be beautiful, it must end
Else how would we treasure it so?
Knowing you won't see it again

We know it will happen, we know
Before ice melts, flame burns away
Else how would we treasure it so?

The burning beauty of the day:
A flame flickers, blindingly bright
Before ice melts, flame burns away
Then it fades to glorious night

I felt that "then it fades to glorious night" better conveyed my oh-(not)-so-subtle message.

MoonFairy
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Never mind. Close em. I can't write anything for a bit.

wolf1991
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Submissions are CLOSED. I shall judge soon enough. Those who are displeased with my judging in any matter may kindly see my secretary on the way out.

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may kindly see my secretary on the way out.


Wow... You have a secretary? That's quite professional, if I say so myself.
zakyman
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Submissions are CLOSED. I shall judge soon enough. Those who are displeased with my judging in any matter may kindly see my secretary on the way out.


Did you really stay up until midnight just to post that?
MoonFairy
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I'm totally the secretary.

And zakyman, what is it to you if he did? He could've simply just not been tired, and decied to close it then. It means nothing to you his sleeping habits, and therefore, no sense if commenting on how he decides to close submissions.

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And zakyman, what is it to you if he did? He could've simply just not been tired, and decied to close it then. It means nothing to you his sleeping habits, and therefore, no sense if commenting on how he decides to close submissions.


Cmon, just chill. Only having a little fun and then you have to police the forums. Really, for the love of...
MoonFairy
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Cmon, just chill. Only having a little fun and then you have to police the forums. Really, for the love of...

Hey bud, I was joking as well. *sigh*
Really, the new people these days have lost their sense of humor.
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