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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StrategicCaptain
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The music coming out fiercely,
out of the tiny instrument, nobody knows what it is,
but they sure love.
The little girl shaking like a chihuahua,but,
amazingly her notes come out perfectly in tune.
Whenever she plays your head is resting on your left hand.
I want to cry when I see she is done,
but when she takes a bow we notice what the sound was coming from... a spoon and a bottle of rum!

StrategicCaptain
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Nomad

Now that I posted that I feel stupid >.<

nichodemus
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You can resubmit a poem if you want to.

StrategicCaptain
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You can resubmit a poem if you want to.

The next one would just be more stupid :P
nichodemus
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So I take it that you're submitting this one?

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[/quote]So I take it that you're submitting this one?

Sure.
Isigna
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The notes come from outside,
Outside of this world,
Outside of my range,
Yet so close.

The flute is melodic,
Beautifully in tune,
With the quiet noises
Of the night.

There is nothing overwhelming,
Nothing drowning that flute,
Yet the notes
Suddenly waver and are gone.

They had been so strong,
Passing through my flesh and soul,
Like as many thousand bees,
As many thousand blows.

A story has been told;
A biography, written;
Yet the mystery,
Remains unsolved.

I walk outside.
I'm hoping,
I may meet the player;
But only silent answers,

As I hum the silent tune,
Of that eternal flute.
The player is gone.
The player is gone.

Isigna
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oops... that should be 'but only silence answers', as opposed to

'but only silent answers'
...

It isnt too long, is it?? :/
nichodemus
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No it isn't, there are no limitations to length.

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Music to Stay

It pulse's in me,
my heart betas with it,
I have to dance
to let it out,

In a clear, cut
and strong voice
the words escape me,
the world is watching

I am swept off my feet,
into the rhythm that's
a flow inside,
euphoric melodies form

Music is here
to move,
to shape,
to stay.


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This........uh.............my first poem in a long time, like since middle school! maybe HS. I would come up with poems that would get stuck in my head. Just had to get that brain cranking.

LotusCurtiss
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oh, typo!

"betas" is "beats"

sorry if you miss understood!

nichodemus
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It's alright, I'll take that into account.

daleks
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The pitter patter of rain on the house
Combined with the squeaks of a mouse
Make a beautiful sound
As I lie hear on the ground

The melody picks me up off my feet
And I start dancing to the beat
I slowly begin to realize what music is about
It is without a doubt
The love of it day in and day out



Is this too short? I could make it longer if I need too.

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I haven't done uber free-verse in a while.

This was all really spontaneous, so I might come back to change it...probably not though....

Also, there is no title because I am not good at titles.


It's almost too simple
To set it all in motion.
The push of a button,
Unfurling the tangled headphones,
Or the click of a laptop
As the DJ warms up his playlist.

It doesn't take much to be overcome,
For music is a drug
Stronger than any other.

The beat resounds with my heart,
Thrumming.
I can feel the vibrations through the floor,
And I wonder if it is only me,
Only me that is swept away by the pulsing flood.

The bass and melody,
They are my bones and muscles,
And they pull me to and fro,
Free from my conscious constraint,
Free from my overbearing mind.
There is no need to think with structure;
The music has its own rhythm to keep,
And it cares little for petty thoughts.

The voice, the melody,
I find become my own,
And it becomes raw with passion.
If there are no words to be sung
It does not matter,
For even a violin's singular song
Has a meaning.

Even my very principles
Cannot be weighted down,
For who can immerse themselves in music
And not find themselves breathing in time,
Breathing with the musician
Who poured himself into creating his song?

But paradise is always temporary.
As the tide ebbs and weakens,
I am forced back to dry land.

And I wait again for the flood.

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Full Band Arrangement

Anxiety courses through their veins
As each holds an instrument in hand
On cue, as one, they sit
At rapt attention for their director.

He raises the baton
And the instruments fly up
To their play position
Aching to begin to play.

And then, he cues the start
And the bass drum rings out a note
Followed by the low mellow voice
Of a bass clarinet.

The flutes strike up a sweet, silken melody
And they play deftly at an andante.
The instruments quiet for just a breath
And then, they're thrown into chaos.

Beautiful chaos.

Amateur musicians,
They no longer are
As the clarinets and saxophones play
Background to the melody held by flute and trumpet.

The song suddenly cuts off
There's a moment of silence
And a clarinet strikes up
One quiet, forlorn note.

Then all you can hear
Is an invisible echo
Ringing eerily, beautifully
Through the hall.

The crowd comes to their feet,
Along with the band
Still at rapt, nervous attention
As the hall silences.

And then comes the applause,
Music in itself
And the band takes a bow.

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