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!
Waiting Waiting for the Water Boiling water float over Floating over leaves Leaves from different plants that gives off smell No real taste Just smell Sweet Remember the sugar Always remember the Sugar
Hay you all i am back from camping. Suprised i didnt miss the judging, but anyway cant wait to see all the comments strop is going to make this week! Like your poem mvpguy its from a cool outlook. Cenere, I agree the sugars the best .
Sitting by the warm,tolerant sea The water winding between my toes I wish I had a cup of tea Little flys tickling my nose All of my tea is gone I drank it all Now I am tired I just yawned
Propel, propel, propel your craft, Unforcefully down the liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is merely an illusion.
That should sum it up. Consciousness is such an ill-defined (read "hilosphical" term, I'd be surprised if Strop could give a definition. It's like describing color to a person who can see. "Uh, blue is the color of the sky." He chose quite the nasty topic.
The perfect one, if you ask me. Writing about the abstract really is not hard, it's writing it well that is. No one can really contradict what you say about the abstract; you can supply your own definition.
My toes stink My shoes are ripped I can't think My grandma cut her lip My poem isn't good I have to tell you I don't think I should Now you don't have a clue
