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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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nichodemus
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Will definitely take place...hopefully more people do in the Summer Break?

murasaki9
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Map to Perfection. Eh? I'll give it a try.

I traced a long path through the jungle
but my directions led me astray.
Caught in a vine, it was I who was tangled
it was I who did not know the way.
Lost, calling to the clouds and hoping
I stumbled, blind, confused and groping.

It was his heart that seemed to need help
his fashion which I could not grasp.
Something dark and terrible deep down dwelt
in the depths of my own hoarse gasp.
This road that I had drawn out, is no more
the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
that is only a myth, told to open greed's door
when was there a compass that could so richly endow
the seeker with such sublimity of soul and mind
Therefore, I say, my atlas is behind this ancient time.

Ah, the thirty second poem. Not the best. I had fun though.

Maverick4
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Will definitely take place...hopefully more people do in the Summer Break?


Its likely. Everyone I know is having exams either this week or next, so that explains why activity is down accross the board.
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Juliet is Dead

paradise was hard fought
then burned to the ground

heaven sank to hell
until there once was found

an angel with a voice
the way of peace she taught

perfect light
perfect shadow
perfect sound

as dawn subsides to day
perfection flew away

everything has demons
and it will stay that way

but something good
must be found

perfect light
perfect shadow
perfect sound

perfection flew away
as dawn subsides to day

as the poison touched her lips
perfect light, perfect kiss

no more

nothing is perfect

samiel
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the pursuit of perfection has become the obsecion of the old man who seeks only gold to find stones that glitter and gems that shimmer his heart has grown cold over many hes ages stolen and snaked his way to behold a wealth so grand that no mortal man could stand so tall but as you may know a man of gold shall come to hold a heart of worthless stone in the pursuit perfection he found a direction that was not as intended the weight of gold is enough to some rise to find and defend it but for the old man the gold in his was worth the life of the land he gave his own for for another gem stone but in the end his heart of stone still lay cold

Maverick4
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Unfortunately Samiel prose does not qualify for this contest. You need to submit a poem for it to be counted.

flip_pride
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The Map to Perfection
By: flip_pride

The map to perfection is hard to find,
Once found it is hard to read
It is ciphered
Crinkled
Torn
Stained
And the spot with which the end is to be is blurred
It has been folded over times too many
The one to last have it
Is long gone by now
For it has not been seen
Since the time of the golden age
And even then, not one perfect man nor woman
Lived on this Earth

Maverick4
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I've asked Nichodemus to judge this round, and any rounds after it. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns regarding the change of management, take it up with him.

So I think I go down in history as having the shortest tenure as a judge for this contest.

acmed
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So I think I go down in history as having the shortest tenure as a judge for this contest.


And possibly the most ugly one too.

*runs away laughing*


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*comes back and apologizes*

YO.

Why isn't there a due date in the title?

YO.

Just wondering....
Ernie15
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Why isn't there a due date in the title?


There's no use in having a due date in the title if there's no due date to begin with.

The new theme will be 'Map to Perfection', due whenever enough poems have been submitted to make a worthwhile judging pool, or a significant amount of time lapses.


I think it's safe to say that this contest has grown too ambiguous for me to be a part of.
nichodemus
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Mav has been hit by the life bug, leaving the space of judge for me temporarily. Which I can't hold as well, seeing I'm busy too.

So would anyone kindly volunteer? Or we can wait till either he or I is free enough to judge.

Skeleton_Pilot
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I can judge it! Seeing as there are only three entries(?), I don't think my lack of experience should be an issue!

nichodemus
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Sure, but best to wait for more entries to come. Thanks mate.

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Kind cartographer,
Is it perfection you seek?
Does it not faze you?
You cannot seize the future
And document it
Without dire consequences.
Take the light, you may.
You cannot map the darkness
Or the truth within.
May you map what lies beneath?
I answer you nay.
Time itself, for what it seems,
Is concrete as sand
You may try and capture it
By prehending it
Or catching it in a jar
Or bottling it up
If you are daring enough
But try and map it
You may as well have a gun
Pointed to your skull.

Skeleton_Pilot
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Sure, but best to wait for more entries to come. Thanks mate.


Sounds good! I think I'll wait for two more entries before I judge... unless that seems like too few?
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