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!
Unlike the art contest, I have my own recommendations for who should be judge, depending on their sustained activity (and willingness to undertake the role). But I'm going to see what happens first.
The grass is green here, the dandelions are graceful.. The mountains are big ones.. as the summer breeze relieves.. ...you The rocks on the den.. with the rain wetting it and then..
The sitting position.. of a sleeping revelation.. As i lye down.. the sky is a beautiful bound.. The clouds are white.. puffy as described..
The relaxation of the time.. is what matters really matters as i.. hear chimes ringing.. the clouds are going.. away from the sky.. the horizon is empty .. still i want a disguise..
i guess it's over.. still i enjoy the time.. as i walk i now see a four leaf clover.. makes me lucky in the eyes..
Wait...Who won? Are we doing it again? Did anybody win? Do I have to resubmit my poem? And why won't it let me see page 88?
No one won, there has been no judging. No, it is the same round. No one have won, there has been no judging. No, it is collected like the rest on page 88. I have no idea.
This is a poem I made about Kalevala...The poem tells "so about" how the story goes :P
maybe something new for thisisnotanalt ;P
N.B When you read the poem so take a little pause after each verse..the rhythm changes a bit in almost every verse -------------------------------------------
First was nothing, then came a goldeneye, it laid a large egg, and out came earth and sky.
Then there came Väinämöinen, a shaman so mighty and old, he took his trusty kantele, and sang with his voice so bold.
He made a deal with an evil witch, and Louhi was her name, she wanted to get a magical mill, from which all wealth out came.
So Väinämöinen called a friend of his, Ilmarinen the blacksmith. He forged for days and weeks, and so it came to exist.
A mighty mill of endless wealth, Sampo it was called. And Väinämöinen started to repent his deeds, and feared his people would be harmed.
So Väinämöinen with his friends, stole the Sampo under the night, and Louhi noticed and went all mad, and took his warriors for a flight.
In a shape of giant vulture, she chased Kalevalas troops, who tried to row to own shores, but they heard a loud swoop.
So began an epic battle, with no safe land in sight, as Louhi tore the sails away, and all fought with full might.
But then came great misfortune for all, as to pieces Sampo was struck, and so both sides ended the fight, and went home cursing the bad luck.
So said Väinämöinen to them all, to eternity I will go, and when I'm needed to forge new Sampo, again myself I will show.
goldeneye = Any of several seaducks, of the genus Bucephala, having black and white plumage.
Sampo = mythical mill that could produce gold from thin air
