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!
My very opening line, about understandability, reminded me of Dane Cook's the Atheist Sneeze joke. "He was so snarky with his *bleep*ing attitude. Yeah, snarky. It's a word."
You are the sun that shines a rainbow into my stormy cloud, I see your smile beaming out from the dense crowd. I want to do everything there is to do, But all I really want is to stay here and be beside you. I stare at the swirling heavens wishing to be there, But without you there is no point I wouldn't even dare. Your smile brightens my day and gives me a future and hope, When you leave I just want to lay about and mope. I care, how can I not, when I hold your hand in mine, Our love, the affection is a powerfulo tool, one that binds.
Like I said I'm not very good at affection so that is all I could come up with
I just felt like submitting my own poem on the theme because I feel like it, it's based off personal experiences, and also perhaps to spark some new ideas.
I watched your steps with cautious thrall: I don't want you to slip and fall. I stayed with you into the night To make sure that your math was right. It's funny, but I'm not ashamed, I know you would have done the same.
Recall the stormy day which brewed To leave me in an awful mood? Some beast I was, but still you stayed Though you were obviously afraid? It took a walk out on the street (Which I obliged quite grudgingly) To return me into selfless sense: A broken leg from puddles condensed.
Why do I dwell on times that passed? That level of friendship's been surpassed. Condolences were my only reaction, But now you've taught me to take some action; You taught me to wait, to understand, And still we walk forth, hand in hand.
But first off, a word on the theme. I must say that some of you wrote about the state of love in general, which is fine, but that theme has already been done.
If any of you have read Wuthering Heights, you would know that love can be quite a selfish thing. Indeed, to like something refers to our own feelings and desires for another person or thing. It takes an extra step or commitment to turn it into the level of love, where one actually cares for someone else aside from their own selfish feelings of wanting to be with someone. Another example: Think of Lolita, if you kiddos (or grown-ups) have happened to read that. It's a perfect example of love without affection, which we call a variety of terms: lust and infatuation.
Thankfully, most of you were on the right track with your poems, and I was very glad to read each one. First up, the runner-up!
Runner-up: Best Turn-around Conclusion--Shayneii Your flirty fun, Mesmerizing me. Your beautiful body, spending time together. But, it's not your body. It's the way you are.
It's not infatuation, You're burned inside my heart, Tattooed to my soul.
What would I do, if I lost you? My heart would hurt, Hard, frigid, forgotten you would never be.
In the end, I think about you, And it's not your... Bedazzling body, not your... Snazzy smile, not your... Idle eyes, staring into mine.
It's just, you.
I'll be honest, from the beginning it didn't seem too promising. I was a bit afraid that it had veered off into a misinterpretation of the theme. However, as it went on, it slowly unfolded into the real subject of the poem, finally breaking it out with a simple, three word statement: "It's just you." Strange as it may seem, that won me over. I don't know why; it just did.
And now, the winner of this week's poetry contest:
Winner: Moments of Content--Wistress
Moments of Content
Is it just a disposition, in my mind Or rather elemental in its' kind
Does it spring from a sensation in myself Or merely a perception in itself
A result from a reaction in moments Or simply subjectiveness in content
Affection is
Elemental in its disposition Perceived as a sensation A subjective reaction In its moments of content
Wow. Amazing...I think this poem really shows the power of word choice. It's amazing how a single long word can describe so much with its connotations and denotations. Not only that, but there's rhyme! My only criticism is that it seemed a bit aloof for a "warm" topic, but that seems hardly fair. Very good job, Wistress, please contact Carlie or Strop about your merit. You are this week's winner!
Now for the next theme...I'll keep it short. The theme this week is: The Hunter or the Hunted. Will you choose to write on the thrill of the hunt, or will you choose the chilling fear of the hunted to base your poem on? Submissions will be closed on Friday, August 28.
Your affection is my perfection of a terrible day. When I come home my work is done and I can be with you. Everyday we play the game we will never be the same. I can only blame my affection at you. I can only stay with you when you toss and turn and we have me fun. Everyday My Work is done.
<Holding my award> I'd like to thank Parsat and all of my fans ...OK ..enough of that ... Really? Me? Wow ...thanks so much, I am just glad you took the poem in it's content and understood the way it was suppose to sound, which was more more like an analysis of affection rather then the feeling of affection. Once again, thanks Parsat!
Meh. Don't really like it, but hey! I could still win by default lol.
I can't free myself I'm trapped in your hell I run and hide But I know you can see me My soul, darkened inside I just want to leave But I can't walk away Cuz you're following me And that's where you will stay The blood will drip The breathes will heave No matter how you choose it Or what you believe I'm going to die As you follow me But I will not cry This is history
I hide in my blind Tracking the man that Ruined my life He must pay
Bullets with wings, My FALCON 12 mil, My chance to avenge All these years
I've got him now Addrenalin courses through My veins. Its just like Some World War Two game...
Exitement build. But I Put it down. It will... Ruin my shot to End all the mis'ry
This man I'm 'bout to Kill, kill my family Burned my house, and Left me for dead there
I prepare to squeeze The trigger. One shot, One Kill, Then Ping! A shot rings out loud
But its not mine, for Just inches infront Of me, lies a bullet I've been seen here.
Once adrenaline coursed through my veins, now Cold animal fear Freezes me up tight
Years spent hunting, Years I've wasted To be given away At the last moment
Far across the way, Though I'll never hear It, a lone sniper Answers his radio.
"...Tango Down" --- A FALCON 12 mm is a Canadian sniper rifle.
Just a funny story, but I was playing an airsoft match, and shot somebody. For whatever reason, instead of 'Tango', I said 'Mango' instead, which earned me the nickname 'Mango' whenever I play airsoft. . . .
