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| Whose poetry is the best? |
| Kleopatra Selene |
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| MoldyTofu |
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| Coral Andrews |
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| Dolo |
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 11:53 am
Hello, everyone!
I suppose that almost nobody shall read this ((So Says The Cheerful ((CHEERFUL!)) One)) but that doesn't matter to me! I've decided not to do a November Contest, since the last one was such a disaster, so... we'll be doing something different here. It's not a contest, it's more of just a pop quiz. Well, not exactly a quiz but you get the point...
I would like everyone here to write a poem--a honest-to-goodness poem--about a childhood tale that they enjoy. Write it in your own words. I will pick the winner ((after asking Lyekka's and Starry's advice and maybe Coral's)) and give them 200 gold. Not a lot, but it might buy you a nice new hat or something.
It's not the November Contest, so don't think it is, but I'd prefer that at least five people other than myself participate so there's fair game. I'll post mine tomorrow, I think, once I pick a good idea.
Remember, it doesn't have to be a fancy story--it doesn't need to be Cinderella or Snow White or anything--it can be some Russian folktale you've only heard of once. Just write at the bottom of your post, after the poem, the name of the tale and even a basic summary if you want. I hope many people participate! Remember, poetry isn't poetry if people don't WRITE or READ it! Let's all think of that at least once today when you start scribbling on the napkin of the coffee cafe where you can bring your laptop....sorry, that was random, but anyway, let's all think that everyone needs to read poetry before it can become famous.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches on the soul.
--Emily Dickinson.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 4:24 pm
Do we just post it here?
Also, does it have to be well known, or can it be something the person who told you the story probably pulled out of nowhere?
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 5:16 pm
Sure, just post it here. You can write anything. Just as long as it's poetry. Also: any format you want. Free verse, blank verse, couplets, haikus, limericks, etc. Anything.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 5:46 pm
Good night
Sleep tight
Dont open you eyes
Dont wake
Just take
your sweet time
your wrapped
and trapped
inside empty halls
he'll come
here from
a distant land
to find
unwind
your stories past
set free
you'll see
will be your end
hap-pily
you'll be
forever till the end.
-Sleeping Beauty
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 8:40 pm
Fallen Hopelessly In Hopeless Love
Such a sweet darling
Her face wrapped in a crystal clear veil
Immortalized in a glass coffin
Too beautiful to bury
And leave behind in the dust.
He's hooked
Fallen hopelessly in hopeless love
For she can never wake
One kiss could be all it would take
But she is just too fake.
Seven little men
They're like her very kin
But it would be a sin
To make her leave them
And call her his own.
So he takes up his horse's bridle
The beautiful girl will be left there, idle
This girl will never be his bride
She's already gone, she's been to heaven, she's died
She can never be his beautiful bride in white.
One kiss he bestows her before he must go
Her eyes seem to flutter open
Like a home's shutters in a storm
Doelike brown eyes matching lustrous black hair
And she is his already
Her now-beating heart belonging to him.
But is this
And can it ever truly be
Happily ever after?
--Snow White.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 6:13 am
Did you hear?
Hear the tale with no end?
The tale of the boy
In Whom resides the power
The power in which to take us all
Captive by his will
And stow us back within the hill
Whence we have come?
Prophecy unfolds
We can expect only our doom.
Such a pretty child
With his perfect face
Held within,
Who knew
The struggle within
The lust for nothing
The constant pain
It finally drove him insane.
He is lost to us
They say,
Said they.
Gone away
Forever gone from us
Our Morning Star
He is gone to
Become what we hate
To wage wars
And soak our land
With tears of blood
He comes over the hill
We all froze
The look in his eyes
The grin
So large
We shudder
For he is power
He is hate
He is death
His blade,
It burns us
We who do not run
Perish by his hatred
We cannot fight
That cursed blade
We succumb
He seals us away
Giving up his life
I,
I am Sloan.
My future
It does not continue
For I shall loose
I have known it
Before I took breath
I will loose
And I will unite
To save my people
Of whom now despise
My very existence
For them
I have sacrificed
All that I am
They spit upon
My empty mound
And they shake their
Heads in which
I have saved
In disgrace
For ever having loved
And adored
Such a murderous
Apostate.
~The Never-Ending Tale
This was a story told to me by an old lady when I was little, about a boy who was dearly adored by his village despite his status as an Orphan. He threw it all away to protect them from what would surely kill them all and was only spat at, called a traitor, and shunned for going to war. In his despair, he took his life, but never died, his story never met it's end.
(The name Sloan, traditionally a surname, means Warrior. An E is often added. )
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 3:18 pm
(I hope you dont mind Kleo ^^ I wanted to put help)
The prize has been raised to 2000 gold! I hope that gets more of you to post!
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 8:24 pm
((Two thousand is great!))
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 7:56 pm
UMMMM...for anyone who wants to post, now would be a great time, since you only have until Nov. 25th before I start us voting...and there's only three posts, mine being one of them...
Ah, well. Encouraging never helps. crying They just go about their daily lives. (sobs fakely) They don't CARE about poetry! (hiccups and looks up) WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, B***H?
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 8:13 pm
And now for something that may make you begin to question EVERYTHING.
Reality- by dolofonos daimonas
I wonder...
What this is...
This thing we call "reality"...
Is it something we can define?
Or is it something that defines us?
The face we show the world, and our real face beneath...
Or is it?
Which "you" is "you", and which "me" is "me"...
How do you decide?
How do you know that you aren't the reflection?
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chancellor cherryclaw Vice Captain
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 8:34 pm
Dolo...
...is that based on a story of some sort? Because having a poem based on a story--a fairy tale, if you must--is sort of the "theme" of this month.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 8:48 pm
I'm not sure. It's hard for me to discern the differences between fiction and reality.
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chancellor cherryclaw Vice Captain
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 4:36 pm
Dolo has been declared the winner, officially! Dolo, I shall send a PM to Coral saying that you won the 2000 gold.
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