Long Epic poem Poems
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Miracle, thanks,Steve.
My door to the world!
Conjoining of such dear hearts!
Beloved albums of friends, family.
Portable PC for me.
Joy for we!
Dedicated in Memoriam, Steve Jobs
1/24/2023
Form…….SEPTET (see below}
Line 1~3 syllables
Line 2~5 Syllables
Line 3~7 Syllables
Line 4~9 Sylabbles
Line 5~5 Syllables
Line 6~3 Syllables
Pioneer of the Septet was Geoffrey Chaucer!
He is considered the Father of English Literature.
Best known for The Canterbury Tales.
And his epic poem: “Troilus and Cresessida.”
On mountaintops I’d sing the verses of my poetry
under the umbrella of a starry night’s full moon
stand at a podium overlooking the vast blue sea
in foreign tongues half ad lib and half reciting
I’d stand up tall and clear my voice
so I could project as loud as loud can be
I’d find the words to move both earth and sea
as well as depths of every human heart and soul
I’d talk of love sympathy and kinship
a lot about peace and compassion
I’d promote the many healing benefits
of forgiveness and understanding
I’d dig deep to portray the imagery
that would move mankind to tears
I’d find a way like never done before
to propel my witty rhymes emphatically
I’d aim to capture life in all its glory
wisely encapsulate bold message
scattered by every earthly wind
for it to travel over land and sea
If all goes according to my plan
the universe would be rid of wars
cruel bitterness and disillusion
no more hurts or disappointments
My epic poem of everlasting love
would be my heartfelt legacy
launched to you the world from me
a most extravagant display of fireworks
while checking out I’d curtsy left and right
and to all bid a fond adieu ~
Read on air by invitation ~ April 14, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on March 20, 2022 for contest YOUR PEACE MESSAGE TO THE WORLD sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - RANKED 1ST
on July 17, 2020 for contest IF THIS WAS MY LAST POETRY CONTEST POEM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
Here's a romantic epic poem based on your description, in the specified style and poetic devices:
Amidst the urban sprawl of concrete and steel, Where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows real, We find ourselves drawn to the lake's gentle shore, A tranquil oasis from the city's frantic roar.
Our indulgence begins with first-class flights, Gazing out at clouds from seats of velvet delights, Arriving with time to spare, we embark on a spree, First stopping at the dollar tree's bins of glee.
Rows of trinkets and baubles in every hue, We fill our bags till the handles start to goo, Next, Walmart beckons with its all-night glow, Shelves stacked high with essentials for our sojourn to show.
Hotel rooms await, with two options to choose, Each stocked for a night of pleasure, love, and muse, Dinner calls at Twin Peaks, a retro joint of fame, Where 29 degrees beer flows like a dopamine stream.
Our dessert-loving lover savoring each spoonful bite, Eyes alight with mischief, ready for a night of delight, Condoms within easy reach, a sly wink and a grin, The room's electric energy pulses, a rhythm to begin.
African beats and love songs mingle in the air, As our bodies sway and move, no care, no despair, The night's a symphony of passion, of love so true, Two hearts beating as one, in a room that's rocking anew.
So let the city sleep, its noise and chaos fade, For in this moment, we're lost in a lovers' paradise made, By the lake's serene gaze, the beats, and the beer so cold, In this urban Eden, our hearts are forever to hold.
I smell something so beautiful!
Many different fragrances are drifting toward me.
So many sachets of poetry are prettily displayed.
Such visual delights!
I stoop to relish one - a citrus blend
with sweet anise and cinnamon.
Ah! How fun this poem is with its taste of licorice!
And here’s one that is rather sensuous.
Its aroma is the clove,
clary sage, bergamot, and rose.
How luscious! I linger at this one for a while. . .
Now I lean in toward the scent of chamomile.
This poem soothes the spirit
with its lavender and jasmine blooms in it.
Oh, here is one not only sweet but spicy!
Coriander wafts my way
with cinnamon and ginger. Such a treat to savor!
Next I view a bowl
filled with myrrh and frankincense.
And what else?
Why, it’s the earthy scent of sandalwood
with a touch of patchouli for good measure.
My, this is an epic poem to treasure.
Right next to it I spy a tiny one -
a packet of herbs and other little things,
But oh, how sweet its fragrance
of nutmeg, citrus and vanilla. Indeed, I’ve found a gem.
And here is one completely fresh - a most creative blend
of lemon, lavender and pine. It is divine!
Now a strong scent of sweetness comes to me,
This time from lavender laced
with small petals Of germaniums, and again,
the wondrous cinnamon
that takes my mind far back
to sentimental scenes of childhood.
Balsamic and earthy is the final poem that tempts me
with cedar wood, spruce and fir -
another one with thoughts of life and nature
to ponder as I linger one last time. . .
Then I must leave this sanctuary.
Day after day -
how I love to fill my senses
with poetry potpourri!
May 1, 2016 for Linda's Poetry _______ (fill in the blank) Poetry Contest
(hope I did it right this time!)
A Pantoum verse that might be such deep noisome,
repeating lines throughout the epic poem.
Not worthy getting honorable mention,
another utter true misapprehension.
In the poem, I tell a story, maybe
not a podium, but a doom huge day be!
A story of Our Rock, Strength, and Source of Joy"
or else receive with pleasure seems to annoy.
Had the wisdom to simplify the profound
truth stories that are clear to flutter round.
Yet, for my best-efforts misapprehension
another erudite honorable mention.
5/4/2019
Jesus Christ Our Rock, Strength, and Source of Joy
Mary so young, loved her son in her heart
Word spread through footprints in the sands with joy
His love and compassion will not depart
Fear not, I'm here, your heart I will not toy
Word spread through footprints in the sands with joy
Words of repent and forgiveness of sin
Fear not, I’m here, your heart I will not toy
Jesus Christ, hungers for your soul within
Words of repent and forgiveness of sin
On bended knee and pray blessing oneself
Jesus Christ, hungers for your soul within
Made peace by the sacrifice of himself
On bended knee and pray blessing oneself
Woven threads of wisdom from a young boy
Made peace by the sacrifice of himself
Jesus Christ, our rock, strength, and source of joy
Poetry Contest: Honourable Mentions worth mentioning.
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
While boughs and tinsels glide on trimmings
along a fireplace by the hall, the lemon-drop scent
of pine thrills : the air is cold; hearts are warm.
December night catches a sliver of merriment
from the grace of its jewelled cheer, as the blend
of white and gold weaves the lane of a city
shimmering with joy.
The stage is set for a baby-in –a- manger,
cuddled in thin wafers of hay, more tender
than lambs’ flesh, more bright than Magi star
bathing moist lilies from which they are grazed.
‘Tis a holyday of gratitude, when remnants
of the past are erased to cleanse trespasses,
in the name of mercy. For now, eve’s candles
slowly baptize the miracle of enlightenment
much richly praised.
Christmas Epic Poem, Leonora Galinta
by nette onclaud
Just have to vent and have my say;
Although, I won't get my way.
Rules are rules, no matter why
and breaking them will never fly.
On many a contest, I must pass
because the rules my lines surpass.
Alas, my poems are all too long;
To cut them short would just be wrong.
How can I say all that I mean
if limits are put on my thought stream?
I love the words that freely flow
across the page and down below.
When pen to paper I do touch,
sometimes the magic's just too much.
If I'm not done when the cows come home,
at least, I'll write my epic poem.
I pen this poem with tongue in cheek;
It's poetic justice that I seek.
Why can't my lines run twenty-four?
Quoth the sponsor, "never more".
March 2, 2018
For contest 405, max. 20 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand
So you’re all probably thinking
that these winter months sure are dull,
and I bet that you are wishing
from something to break the lull.
What if I were to tell you
that it all can end right now,
that there’s a new book out there
That will make you all say, “Wow!”
TALES OF THE FAR WANDERERS,
that’s the title you need to seek,
and I am not just saying that
because it's written by me.
I say it because this fine book
has action and adventure galore,
a true rollicking, rolling romp
that will leave you shouting,”More!”
It’s set in a medieval future
twenty thousand years removed,
with Mount Rushmore half in ruins,
worshipped by believers true.
There are strange fertility dances
that catch our heroes off-guard,
and chases over long prairie
against slavers gone too far.
There’s trading towns more dangerous
than any rugged wilderness,
and woods containing bow-men
who put to shame the very best.
There are sieges in a lonely keep,
and a roaming half-man man,
there’s a king who takes any woman
who he thinks can bring him land.
There’s a hero with no home left,
and his girl, the last of her kind,
they fight tooth-and-nail just to survive
in a world that’s lost to time.
They are heroes holding to what’s true
in a land of brutes and thugs,
so great I think you’ll forgive me
for this truly shameless plug…
TALES OF THE FAR WANDERERS,
Available now on Amazon.
There’s even a short epic poem in there, near the end.
It’s awesome. You should all go buy it.
Right now.
Why are you still reading this? Go.
Can't explain
an emotional surge
lingered in thoughts
listless soul speaks
in metered gasps
of breathless sighs
pulse of words fall
eminent on page
September 1, 2019
just scribbling inspired by Vijay's comment on one of my recent poems
With a name literally meaning "beautiful-voiced" (from kallos, meaning "beauty," and ops, meaning "voice"), Calliope was the most prominent of the Muses-the nine sister goddesses who in Greek mythology presided over poetry, song, and the arts and sciences. She is represented in art as holding an epic poem in one hand and a trumpet in the other.
I write about anything and everything and nothing at all
I write what wanders in my mind
Thoughts and images that dance in my head
A single line can become an epic poem
or not
Life is faith and fantasy
Life is truth and fake
Life is eating raw vegetables and snacking on candy
Life arrives in a scream and leaves in a whisper
You can control life as will as you can control thinking
You can complain or create
Poetry as an expression of one self or not at all
It can be autobiographical or completely imaginary
Hopefully always entertaining and meaningful
to someone
Some things may have an element of truth
Most may be slightly embellished
I cannot disown them for they are me expressed in a poem
Something I thought and wrote and posted and published
But they are not always about me, fantasy is wonderful
playful, whimsical fun
If a poem makes you smile or cry or go huh?
It did it's job
My poems do not always express my life or wishes
but they release me
My brain gets clutter with thoughts and rhymes
a phrase a word
When I write them down they go away
but always stay in my poems